Paws on the Mayflower

The wooden compass had been sitting quietly in the Clue Crate for weeks. Teddy walked past it every day, wondering when it might choose to glow. Today was that day. "Copper! COPPER!" Teddy barked excitedly, her curly fur bouncing as she bounded toward the crate. Copper looked up from the sunny spot where he'd been napping. The moment he saw the soft, warm glow coming from the compass, he was on his feet. "Another adventure," he said, his tail wagging. The compass was small — barely bigger than Teddy's paw — but it glowed with a light that seemed to fill the whole clubhouse. Carved into its wooden surface were tiny waves, like an ocean frozen in time. Together, they reached out. The moment both paws touched the compass, they knew the words. "Sniff. Scout. Figure it out!" The swirl of light began immediately, and they felt themselves being pulled across time...