He peeked inside the room and sure enough, Ben's ball cap with "Swansboro Pirates" on it was on a small table.
"We need to get inside," Uncle Will said.
"How will we do that?" Beth asked.
"We'll knock on the front door," he said.
They knocked. No one appeared to be at home and the door was slightly
open. Inside it was dark and quiet.
"Shhh," Uncle Will cautioned. "You stay behind me. We're going in."
They tiptoed carefully through the first floor and then descended a small staircase down into the
room where they'd seen the ball cap.
"Look! There it is on the table!" Beth said. She picked up the hat.
"I'd know this hat anywhere. It's Ben's," she said. A tear slid down her cheek.
"Oh Uncle Will, what have they done to him?"
"Don't worry, Beth. We'll find him. Let's go."
"Wait! Please shine your flashlight on the table. I thought I saw something else," Beth said.
"Look!"
There was a message written on the table in dust. It said:
M H C Docks So Low
"They left us a message!" Beth said.
"Yes, but what on earth does it mean?" Puzzled Uncle Will