The Curious Cruise of Captain Santa Author:Ruth Plumly Thompson Synopsis: Santa sets sail in his ship, the Chimneypot, with his chimney sweep first mate, Jimmy Christmas, to discover new toys in new lands and ends up having one adventure after another. He rounds out the crew with Huggerumbo the Polar Bear, and Penny, Santa's pet penguin who does the cooking and worrying for everyone. — The Chimneypot has ch... more »imneys for masts, checkerboards for decks, sleighbells on her red sails and an anchor made of hard candy.
During a surprise visit with King Neptune, the sea god warns that the route to the Lost Islands lies beyond a dangerous gap between the setting sun and the sky. Beware.
Their next stop is Bombazooky, the island of cannibals and wouldn't you know, it's dinnertime. But not if Santa can help it. They narrowly escape thanks to taffy and jump ropes and before long, they're sailing through the sunset on course to Rockaway Island.
The sands of Rockaway Island are sawdust and its population is made of wood. And the island is aptly named because it rocks and it's inhabited by rocking animals. You can bet Santa captures a whole herd of wooden animals to take back to Christmas Land. But before they heave anchor, Penny discovers a cave full of rock candy that is simply snugiferous.
Next port of call, Doll Island, a veritable toy box come to life. When Santa lifts the latch to the castle, the jack in the box king shoots out. He sends half the population with Santa, to make way for the immigrant dolls on the way. And Santa learns they have only four hours to return to their own world through the sunset or be trapped by the night that lasts one hundred years. Will they make it? Godspeed, Santa!
The shipload of chattering dolls make for an unbearably noisy distraction as the crew tensely navigates a hurricane and the burning, treacherous gap between the setting sun and sky.
And then silence.
Santa is heartbroken to realize none of his live toys can live beyond the sunset. But they are still toys for the children's stockings and maybe, just maybe he can restore them to life.
Dame Fortune is smiling on Santa after all, because he slipped through the Northern end of the sunset, closest to Christmas Harbor. And soon they are home again.
Miss Thompson leaves us promising there will be other voyages. Surely there were. If only she had remembered to write them down!« less