Redwall Wiki Pass-a-long

Prologue
Inbar Trueflight stared out at the placid ocean, his daughter Branlea on his lap. His wife, Grath Longfletch, crept up behind them. "It's past yore bedtimes-both of ye. What are you looking at?"

Inbar chuckled. "Checking for ghost ships."

"Wassa ghost ship?" Branlea demanded.

"It's just a silly story."

"It's yore holt's!" Inbar interrupted, indignant.

"Branlea's too young to hear it."

"No she ain't. There's war, sure, but friendship, love, sacrifices'n'voyages...All the parts of a good yarn."

"I wanna hear!" Branlea demanded.

"Too right y'do. Well, two mice and a hedgehog were sailing across the waters..."

"If you're going to tell it," Grath rolled her eyes, "tell it right. My grandsire's father's grand...ah, summat or other...was buildin' a holt for his clan, when he saw a ship across the waves..."