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Uncle
Vernon
was
back
and
he
was
smiling
.
He
was
also
carrying
a
long
,
thin
package
and
did
n't
answer
Aunt
Petunia
when
she
asked
what
he
'd
bought
.
"
Found
the
perfect
place
!
"
he
said
.
"
Come
on
!
Everyone
out
!
"
It
was
very
cold
outside
the
car
.
Uncle
Vernon
was
pointing
at
what
looked
like
a
large
rock
way
out
at
sea
.
Perched
on
top
of
the
rock
was
the
most
miserable
little
shack
you
could
imagine
.
One
thing
was
certain
,
there
was
no
television
in
there
.
"
Storm
forecast
for
tonight
!
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
gleefully
,
clapping
his
hands
together
.
"
And
this
gentleman
's
kindly
agreed
to
lend
us
his
boat
!
"
A
toothless
old
man
came
ambling
up
to
them
,
pointing
,
with
a
rather
wicked
grin
,
at
an
old
rowboat
bobbing
in
the
iron-gray
water
below
them
.
"
I
've
already
got
us
some
rations
,
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
,
"
so
all
aboard
!
"
It
was
freezing
in
the
boat
.
Icy
sea
spray
and
rain
crept
down
their
necks
and
a
chilly
wind
whipped
their
faces
.
After
what
seemed
like
hours
they
reached
the
rock
,
where
Uncle
Vernon
,
slipping
and
sliding
,
led
the
way
to
the
broken-down
house
.
The
inside
was
horrible
;
it
smelled
strongly
of
seaweed
,
the
wind
whistled
through
the
gaps
in
the
wooden
walls
,
and
the
fireplace
was
damp
and
empty
.
There
were
only
two
rooms
.
Uncle
Vernon
's
rations
turned
out
to
be
a
bag
of
chips
each
and
four
bananas
.
He
tried
to
start
a
fire
but
the
empty
chip
bags
just
smoked
and
shriveled
up
.
"
Could
do
with
some
of
those
letters
now
,
eh
?
"
he
said
cheerfully
.
