Jack loves his grandfather's seaside house, its marvelous nautical decorations, and Grandfather's tales about his adventurous years at sea. Then doubt strikes: Grandfather has never been to sea, the other children scoff--he ""makes up stories""; even the friendly bookshop owner isn't sure whether the stories are true. That very night, Grandfather begins a story so vivid that his house sets sail, cruising the stormy waves to an icebound channel. When he awakes on a sunny morning, even Jack isn't sure that this could have been true--until he sees Grandfather chipping icicles off the roof. Familiar territory, but told with unusual sensitivity to the child's imagination--and the old man's. The lucid, tenderly evocative watercolors--whether glowing with tropical color, delicately misty, or in delectable shades of ocean blue--are a pleasure.