“No, dad,” says Coconut and pulls a nautical map out of his backpack. “Look at this map. I found it in an old chest that belonged to Grandpa Jorgen. It’s older than Grandpa, and that means it must be real. See? Here where the A is, Atlantis is drawn here.” “Hmm,” mutters Maggas. Suddenly, something tugs on his fishing line. Maggas tries to reel it in, but no matter how hard he tries, he can’t manage it. “Wow! That must be a giant fish!” he shouts. The boat shakes, tilting from one side to the other. And with the spyglass, Coconut sees something very large rising from the depths to the surface.