Jack, Marcy, Gray, and Bobby were having a sleepover at Jack’s house while their parents were out of town for the weekend. They were told not to go anywhere without letting their parents know first–not that there’d be any place to go in Salt Lake City after 5 P.M.–and they were given three hundred dollars to last them the three days.
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When storms came about they had to think quick
The current rose and bravely the ship fought it
There, the Captain ran his ship