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Curse of the Arctic Star [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Keene, Carolyn
  • Author:  Keene, Carolyn
  • ISBN-10:  1416990720
  • ISBN-10:  1416990720
  • ISBN-13:  9781416990727
  • ISBN-13:  9781416990727
  • Publisher:  Aladdin
  • Publisher:  Aladdin
  • Pages:  208
  • Pages:  208
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jan-2013
  • Pub Date:  01-Jan-2013
  • SKU:  1416990720-11-MING
  • SKU:  1416990720-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100060293
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Nancy and her friends must navigate a cruise ship crisis in the first book of the Nancy Drew Diaries, a fresh approach to a classic series.

Nancy, Bess, and George are cruising dangerous waters on a tour of Alaska. Becca Wright, an old friend of Nancy’s, is the Assistant Cruise Director of theArctic Star, a posh new ship. But Becca needs Nancy’s help when strange things keep happening aboard the opulent ocean liner: The swimming pool becomes a floating grave; a famous passenger is threatened; and even the seemingly innocent mini-golf course becomes a perilous playground. With the majestic and mysterious Alaskan scenery as a backdrop, Nancy and company have to find out who’s trying to sabotage the maiden voyage and why.Curse of the Arctic Star

CHAPTER ONE


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Bon Voyage


“NAME AND CABIN NUMBER, PLEASE?” THE efficient-looking porter asked, reaching for the large green suitcase sitting on the dock beside me.

“Nancy Drew. Hollywood Suite.” I shrugged and shot a glance at my two best friends. “That’s all they told us—I don’t know the number.”

The porter smiled. He was a short, muscular man dressed in a tidy navy jacket with silver piping and matching shorts, with a name tag identifying him as James. Every employee of Superstar Cruises wore some variation on that uniform, from the driver who’dpicked us up at the Vancouver airport to the woman checking people in over at the gangway.

“That’s all I need to know, Ms. Drew,” James said. “The Hollywood Suite doesn’t have a number.”

I watched as he scribbled the letters HS on a bright purple tag, then snapped it onto the handle of my bag. He lifted the sl³+
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