The Purple Rocket Podcast presents Grandpa's Globe. The Previously on Grandpa's Globe, Susie, Sawyer, and Dante beat Captain Drake to the Lantern of Lost Souls in Saudi Arabia.

Meanwhile, Grandma snuck onto Drake's ships to retrieve Grandpa's wheelchair.

While on board, Grandma overheard Captain Drake talking about needing to get one more

artifact from Scotland before heading for their final destination, Antarctica.

And now for episode 11, Scotland and the Pipes of thunder.

A thick morning fog crept across the cobblestone streets of Kalanish.

The only sound heard in the small Scottish village was the soft

peal of bells from the fishing boats and the faint cries of seagulls.

Shrugging his coat up to warm his neck, a scruffy fisherman sat outside

one of the harbor cafes and sipped a morning drink.

After a long warm sip, he set the cup down and looked out of the water.

Something was off.

The seagulls were acting strangely.

They circled overhead like vultures and their squawking grew louder.

The man's eyebrows turned up. Then he felt it, a slight vibration in his toes. At first it was barely noticeable, but gradually

the shaking under his feet grew stronger, until pretty soon all of the ship's bells were ringing as the boats rocked in the water.

His little cup rattled off the table and smashed onto the street.

The man's mouth fell open as he gazed at the nearby buildings. Beyond them the green hill was

splitting like a melon. With a ferocious rumble a crack traveled down the hill

and ripped through the town, splitting buildings clean in half and sending waves

splashing over the boats. The sounds of collapsing buildings and shouts echoed around him.

Jumping to his feet, the man stared out at his crumbling village

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