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they’d know something had happened. Lance and his pirates were outnumbered and the only advantage they had was the element of surprise and the time to prepare.
    They started by searching Captain Bloody’s cabin for the Lightning Glass.
    “I’ll check the cupboards,” said Lance, “Josie, you search the chests, and you,” Lance snapped his fingers at Lenny, “What’s your name, Mr Mutiny?”
    “Lenny Humphries, if you please, sir,” said Lenny, his big, watery eyes wide with devotion.
    “Right, you search under the bed.”
    “Aye, Cap’n!”
    “This chest is padlocked,” said Josephine. “Nothing’s going to open that.”
    Lance whipped a pistol from his belt and pulled the trigger.
    There was a sharp bang, a lot of smoke and the padlock was hanging open on the chest.
    “Never say never, lass, not when I’m around,” said Lance, grinning.
    The chest turned out to contain a stash of Captain Bloody’s future toys. Josephine found cigarettes, lighters, a pair of walkie-talkies, a doll with red hair, a mobile phone- her mobile phone!
    Josephine picked it up and turned it on. Not surprisingly, it informed her there was no signal.
    “Josie?” said Lance, when he saw the tears in her eyes.
    “That’s me and Katie, just before we boarded Little Bounty,” said Josephine. “I got one of the other passengers to take a photo of us and I made it my new wallpaper.”
    Lance may not have understood much of what she was talking about but he understood enough to place a hand on her shoulder and say, “You’ll see her again, Josie.”
    Josephine switched the phone off, sniffed back her tears and kept searching.
    “May I just say,” said Lenny, “that it would be a great honour to call you Cap‘n, Mr Breakheart?”
    Lance considered the one-armed pirate before saying, “Alright. Your first job is to reclaim Ripple Thief and bring me Bloody’s head. Think you can manage that?”
    “I’ll do my best for ye, Cap’n,” gushed Lenny.
    “Just out of curiosity,” said Lance, “why would you choose now to swap sides?”
    “Cap’n Bloody ruined me dreams o’ goin’ ashore and becomin’ a penis!”
    Lance opened his mouth, shut it and turned to Josephine.
    “A pianist ,” she translated.
    “Oh,” said Lance, sounding relieved.
    Josephine moved on to another chest and found herself rummaging shoulder deep in lace, silk and taffeta.
    Josephine gasped.
    “What is it?” cried Lance, leaping over a chair to get to her. “Have you found the Lightning Circle?”
    “This dress,” said Josephine, holding it up. “It’s so beautiful.”
    It was a lavender dress with a layered skirt, pearl buttons and at least a kilometre of lace.
    Lance wasn’t impressed.
    “Avast!” cried Lenny. “Look what I’ve found!”
    “It better not be a dress,” muttered Lance.
    “Is this it, Cap’n?” asked Lenny, holding up his prize.
    “Yes!” breathed Lance. “That’s it!”
    In his joy, Lenny tossed the Lightning Circle from one hand to the other, forgetting that he had no second hand to catch it with.
    Before anyone realized what was happening, the Lightning Circle hit the ground. The sound of glass shattering froze the room.
    “Oops,” said Lenny.
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    “Alright,” said Lance to the small crowd huddled around the cannon with him. “This should take out Ripple Thief’s mainmast or at least bring down the rigging.”
    Every now and then, Lance would shoot Lenny a sharp look and Lenny would hang his head, shamefaced.
    They’d done their best to stick the shards of Lightning Glass back into the circle and Lance felt fairly sure that it would still work. He was holding onto it for safekeeping and no one else was allowed to touch it- especially not Lenny.
    “Here goes,” said Lance. He bought the flame near the cannon’s fuse and then, just as it was about to touch, he jerked it away. He took a few deep breaths and tried again. Again he pulled the flame away at the last moment.
    Finally he lit the fuse, only