Silver the Pirate

[decidingbark]

Great title, I know.

This is a story that has been in the works for quite some time, since I first created the central character, Silverstreak Aquary. First, some explanation, though.

See, Silverstreak was created back when I frequented a message board called the Salamandastron Dance. The Sali Dance was extremely popular ROC spot at the time ('bout ten years ago) and was the undiputed central hub of the ROC. It's not around anymore, since the message board company that provided it folded. The Sali Dance was open to a lot more creativity and bending the rules. Thus, Silver was created as a skunk - a non Redwall character but one that fit in nicely into the mold. For any of you that might not have any idea what I'm talking about, follow this link to a fitting tribute I found about the Sali www.longpatrolclub.com/editorials/021905_4.html

I found the above article, but I have no memory of the writer or any of the characters she mentions. Makes sense though, since I recall Camp Willow, I was never a member there.


Anyways, the story gets even more off the Redwall beaten track from there. Silver wasn't my first character, but he quickly became one of favourites. I've written several stories with him in the past and I have a ridiculously long history I've written on the lives of my four main Redwall chars. A few years ago, Silverstreak was 'resurrected' as I joined the first Redwall board I'd been a part of in years. This board - Zokrodis, Isle of Shadows - was even more progressive, so Silver fit right it. It encouraged the use of wolves (and was run by two wolves) and allowed the inclusion of knights on horses and capital ships armed with cannons. Silver joined the navy as captain of the battleship Trident. This story takes place during his time as captain, as he attempts to ignore his past in Mossflower and make a fortune on the high seas.

-----WARNING-----

If you do not like anyone tampering with BJ's Redwall world, do not read the following story. I welcome feedback, but I will be thoroughly annoyed if someone posts "There aren't skunks in Redwall." I know that.

[decidingbark]

This story while Silverstreak was captain of the Trident. In terms of the Redwall U, any fanfiction I've written with my chars (except for their pasts) takes place several seasons after the events of Taggerung. Why? Cause I like the characters. It's funny, since most of my characters were created before that book even came out.

Also, I should note that I have no experience of ships and naval type activities. My knowledge of ships is pretty much limited to the phrase "I like the cut of your jib."

Part One :

“Land ho!” The call from above decks woke up Silverstreak Aquary from his peaceful slumber. The skunk wiped the sleep from his eyes with one paw as he slowly sat up in his bunk. He stretched and looked out the small porthole in the side of cabin. Late afternoon.

“Why does it seem like the only action that ‘appens on this bloody ship occurs while I’m sleepin’?” Silver asked no one in particular. He picked up his red captain’s jacket from a nearby chair and threw it on, waiting patiently for the knock he knew was coming.

There was a knock on his door. “Cap’n?”

Silver smiled to himself as he put on his favourite black hat. “Wot is it?”

“It’z Raptorr, cap’n. Torik’z zpott’d zome land. An izland, I think.”

“Thinkin’ ain’t yore job, Raptorr,” Silver responded, opening the door to reveal one of his most valuable crewmates. The monitor lizard Raptorr was a fearsome sight, on and off the battlefield. A massive battleaxe was strapped to his back and his green scales were covered in various tattoos. Raptorr himself was a bit of an oddity. Unlike most monitor lizards, Raptorr could handle sea travel and cold weather. He was a resource few captains could have. Unfortunately, Raptorr was not blessed with much intelligence or any sailing skills whatsoever. Yet, his ability to clear an entire deck of an enemy ship made him invaluable.

“Where did Torik spot it?” Silver asked, striding out of his cabin.

Raptorr fell in step behind him like a giant, menacing shadow. “Off to the wezt, cap’n.”

“Excellent. That sounds like the island we’ve been looking for.” Silver reached the stairs and heading abovedecks.

The deck of the Trident was bustling with action. Crewmates hurried back and forth, taking in lines as the warship slowly turned west, towards land. Silver’s red jacket immediately stood out among the drabber clothes worn by the rest of his crew.

“Captain on deck!” came a yell. The crew stopped what they were doing and turned to salute the skunk.

Silver glared at them. “Get back te work!” The crew continued their jobs as quickly as they had stopped. With Raptorr still trailing behind him, Silver hurried to the stern of the ship, where his officers stood near the wheel.

The Trident’s first mate, Joryndo Skyme, stood out almost as much as Silver. The ferret envisioned himself as a noble navybeast, outfitting himself with a red officer jacket much like Silver’s. Joryndo was a strict taskmaster with little to no personality otherwise. However, Joryndo ran the most efficient ship Silver had ever been on. Now, if only Silver could teach him to use instinct in his strategy, Joryndo would be set. And get him to stop calling out ‘Captain on deck.’

Joryndo saluted with his rapier as Silver strode up. “Land has been sighted, Captain.”

“Don’t salute me with yore sword, Joryndo. Wot news do yew ‘ave fer me?”

“Torik spotted land out to the west, Captain,” Joryndo answered, sheathing his rapier in one smooth stroke. “We think it might the island we were looking for. Revan’s steering us towards it now.”

Silver glanced out over the blue ocean, easily spotting the quickly growing island. The skunk nodded in approval and turned back to Joryndo and Revan, the steersmate. Revan was also second mate and the complete opposite to Joryndo. Revan, a red fox, was one of the crew, not aloof like Joryndo. She followed her instincts and was a passionate leader. Under Silver’s tutelage, Revan had become even more devious and cunning. She had plenty of promise, but he knew she could never run the Trident as well as Joryndo did.

“Do yew think there might somebeasts livin’ there?” Silver mused out loud.

“Probably,” Revan answered. She pointed with a free paw. “Ain’t that smoke?”

Silver squinted out at the island. Revan was right, he could see a small trail of smoke rising from what seemed to be the south beach of the island. “I don’t see anything,” Joryndo offered.

“I can see it,” Silver responded. “South side of the island. Revan!”

“Aye, cap’n?”

“Bring us around that way. Raptorr!”

The lizard blinked, surprised that he was being called on. “Aye, cap’n?”

“Assemble yore attack squad,” the captain ordered.

“Aye, aye!” the lizard answered. He turned and hurried off, shouting orders.

“Cap’n!” The three officers looked up to see a searat come scrambling down the lines. He let go and landed lightly in front of them. The bosun, a rat named Deavon, threw a quick, sloppy salute to Silver, earning him a glare from Joryndo. “News from Torik i’ the nest! We’ve got company! Sail off te starboard.”

“Where?” Joryndo asked, cutting off his captain. Deavon pointed out over the water. The ferret whipped out a spyglass and held it to his eyes. After a second, Joryndo brought the spyglass down and nodded to his mates. “A sail, alright.”

Silver held out a paw for the spyglass and Joryndo promptly handed it over. It didn’t take long for the skunk’s practiced eye to spot the sail on the horizon. He recognized the red ship instantly. “Look’s like the Red Raider.”

“Do you think they’ve spotted us, Captain?”

“I ‘ope not,” the skunk grimaced, “but it looks like they’re ‘eaded towards the same island we are.” He lowered the glass and turned towards the island. “Change of plans, Revan. Take us ‘round the north side. Put the island between us ‘n the Raider.”

“Aye, aye, cap’n,” the vixen answered, spinning the wheel.

Joryndo noticed a smirk on the features of his captain and ventured a question. “What’s your plan, Captain?”

“We’re gonna ‘ave some fun, Joryndo. Get yore beasts ready.”

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Captain Donaly had become captain of the Red Raider through a lot more luck than skill. The weasel was a fierce fighter, but not much of a strategist. He considered himself a tactician, but in truth, most of his plans worked by a sheer stroke of luck. Not surprisingly, Donaly had figured that his latest plan was absolutely foolproof.

The Red Raider had reached the south side of the island and Donaly's plan was simple. Take most of his crew out and attack the village of islanders.He had even steered the Red Raider close to shore so the guns could act as backup. Deviously cunning!

Donaly was still congratulating himself on the plan when his force landed on the beach. The islanders, a tribe of rats, had seen them coming and prepared themselves. The fighters of the tribe stood lined up on the beach, all armed with spears and axes. Donaly grinned. This was going to be easy.

With the threescore beasts that made up his command, Donaly faced the rats. He spread his paws wide. “We come in peace!” the weasel yelled.

“We don’t like ye kind!” the chieftain yelled back. “Go back where ye came from and we won’t kill ye.”

“Oh, I’m afraid it’s us that’ll be doing the killing, mate. Give in to the Dread Pirate Donaly!” Donaly drew his scimitar and pointed it at the chieftain. “Charge!”

The chieftain launched his spear. The weapon whistled towards the pirates, striking the stoat to the left of Donaly. The spear struck him strait in the heart. The rat grabbed another spear. “Ye were warned. Attack!” The other rats threw their spears. Pirates fell in quick succession. Donaly jumped behind a longboat, followed by his remaining crew, leaving a few of their number on the beach. The rats continued to throw spears, digging into the wood of the boats.

“How was I suppos’d te know they was warriors?” Donaly asked his crew.

“Wot now, cap’n?” a rat asked. A spear came crashed into the longboat, the head just splintering through the wood.

“Signal the Raider, yew moron!” Donaly yelled, glad to get something right. The rat nodded and unfurled a red flag that was sitting in the bottom of the boat. He held it aloft, waving frantically. A second later, a spear pierced his paw.

Back aboard the Red Raider, Donaly’s first mate, a skinny weasel named Skenis, saw the flag. He sighed knowingly. “I should’ve guess’d Captain Moron would’ve screwed up.” Skenis was a sharp weasel and despised serving under Donaly. Unfortunatly for Skenis, his skinny physique made him no match for Donaly in battle, so he couldn’t challenge his captain. Skenis was constantly waiting for a chance to kill Donaly, but the captain’s luck was always getting in the way. Skenis would love to let Donaly die on the beach. But the captain had only left ten beasts on the Raider, so Skenis would need the crew on the beach to sail. He had to save the captain.

Skenis turned to only other beast on deck with him. “Tell the gunners to fire. Try to avoid the crew.” The rat nodded and scurried off below decks.

A few seconds passed as Skenis tried to spot Donaly among the dead bodies to no luck. Then the guns of the Red Raider opened fire.

“Thunder?” the rat chief wondered outloud. None of the rats had ever heard cannonfire before. They whirled around and around, looking for the source of the sharp whistling noise. Moments later, their wondering was ended by a cannonball exploding in their midst.

The sand seemed to erupt around the rats, tearing the islanders apart and sending their parts flying. More cannonballs followed, sending the islanders into complete disarray. With a roar, Donaly’s crew charged over the longboats.

The rat chieftain saw three of his best fighters disappear in another explosion. He was shocked still. “What wizardry be this?”

“This be my wizardry.” The rat turned to see Donaly’s scimitar swipe down towards him. The last thing he ever saw.

“Hold your fire!” Skenis yelled below. The cannon noise stopped and the rat reappered.

“Wot are yore orders, sir?”

“Tell them to stay ready. Who knows wot the cap’n’ll do next?”

The rat hurried up to the railing beside Skenis. He grinned savagely. “Looks like the tide is turning, eh? We’ll be feastin’ tonight. I ‘ope that village ‘as good womenfolk.”

Skenis turned to the rat with a look of disgust on his face. “Good rats? Not possible, mate….” Skenis trailed off as something caught his eye. Skenis turned around, looking off the other side of the Raider, out to sea. There was another ship. The Trident! She had snuck around the point during the battle, out from behind the island. Now she was a stone’s throw away from the Raider, her broad side facing and the twelve cannons exposed and ready for action. Skenis knew none of his gunners were watching that side. The Trident would blow the Raider out of the water before they could fire a shot.

Captain Silverstreak stood on the bowspit of the Trident, one of his deadly sai pointing directly at Skenis. The skunk grinned. “The tides, they be a turnin’ again.”

Captain Donaly and his crew were finishing off the rats. Those islanders that hadn’t been killed were bound and gagged. The weasel grinned and studied the rats at his feet. “These will be good slaves, I think. Good work, lads.”

“Cap’n!” Donaly looked up to see one of his ferrets come running back to the beach. Donaly had sent him to scout out the village. “Pirates are in the village, cap’n! They’re comin’ this way, fast! And yew’ll never-” The scout stopped abruptly, staring out into the bay. Donaly caught his stare and turned around.

Out in the bay, the Trident had pulled even with the Red Raider. Donaly could see more beasts on the Raider and knew his ship had been taken. “No! Back to the longboats! Back to the ship! Back to the ship!”

“A little late for that, mate.” Donaly whirled again, back towards the island. Joryndo and Raptorr stood at the front of a twoscore force of Trident pirates, baring retreat into the island. “Surrender now, or die here.”

The Raider crew was still, watching their captain. Donaly was frozen with indecision. The numbers between the two crews would be fairly even, but Donaly had seen what Joryndo and Raptorr could do in battle and wanted no part of that.

“Time’s up,” Joryndo said and waved his rapier in the air. A cannon on the Trident responded. Donaly’s crew hit the dirt, but the cannonball felt short, splashing into the water. “That was a warning shot,” the ferret said, his voice as hard as stone. “Drop your weapons.”

No beast, not even Donaly, hesitated to drop their weapons.


Next time....

An old 'friend' and the hunt for a mystical sword.

[decidingbark]

I don't think anyone's reading this, but that hasn't stopped me before and it's not going to stop me now.



As darkness fell over the island, the two ships still lay at anchor in the bay. Donaly and his crew lay bound to the masts of the two ships and in the Trident’s brig. The remaining islanders had been allowed to return to their village in exchange for a lot of provisions. Silver had decided it would be easier, and less bloody, to act as the islanders saviors instead of another invading force. Deavon the bosun had been put in charge of the Red Raider for the time being, as Silver held a conference with his officers in his cabin. Silver lounged on the lone chair in the room, listening as Joryndo listed off the provisions they had acquired. Raptorr stood sentinel at the door and Revan was seated on the bed.

When Joryndo had finished, Silver looked up. “We don’t ‘ave enough crew to man both ships, do we?”

“I don’t think so, Captain.”

Silver fiddled with one of his daggers for a few moments before asking his next question. “Did Donaly say wot ‘e was doin’ out ‘ere?”

“No. He said he’d only talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t want te talk te ‘im, right now. Wot do we know ‘bout the Red Raider?”

“Nothing yet,” Joryndo answered. “Deavon’s taking an inventory now. He should be back soon.”

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. “Cap’n?”

Silver gestured to Raptorr and the lizard opened the door to reveal a short stoat named Alrin. Upon seeing Joryndo, she threw a sloppy salute. “Deavon’s finish’d ‘is inventory, cap’n. Raider’s well equipp’d wit weapons, sir, but little food. Ship’s in good shape, though. Few slaves. And Deavon said ye’d be int’rest’d in this, cap’n.” The skunk sat up, interested. The bosun knew what he was doing. “One prisoner.”

“Wot? A pirate?”

Alrin shifted her paws nervously. “Actually, sir, Deavon said ye’d want te look yoreself.”

This really got Silver’s attention. Joryndo turned on Alrin. “What is that fool rat up to? Doesn’t he know that the captain’s busy?”

“’E got me interest’d though,” Silver said. He put on his hat and coat. “Let’s see wot Deavon thinks ‘e’s doin’. Joryndo, Raptorr, yore with me. The Trident’s yours, Revan.” The four left the cabin, leaving the vixen to contemplate her temporary power.

Deavon was waiting them aboard the Red Raider. With Alrin leading the way, Silver, Joryndo, and Raptorr crossed the plank connecting the two ships. Following the stoat, Silver lept lightly onto the deck of the Raider. Deavon saluted and opened his mouth to greet the skunk, but Joryndo cut him off. “This better be worth it, Deavon. The Captain doesn’t like wasting his time.”

The bosun looked at Silver and the skunk nodded. “Joryndo ‘ere took the words right out o’ my mouth.”

Not surprisingly, Deavon got very nervous. “Uh, well, cap’n, I just thought yew should see this. I wasn’t sure ‘ow te explain it.”

Silver sighed. “Very well, Deavon. Lead the way.”

Gesturing for them to follow, the searat headed below decks. The skunk followed, with Raptorr and Joryndo falling in step behind him.

The bottom deck of the Red Raider was an awful place. It was dark, dreary, and stunk worse than anything Silver had ever smelt before. The way was narrow, with cabins and store rooms on either side. The walls themselves seemed to suck up the light from Deavon’s lone torch. The skunk grimaced at the nauseous scent, once again glad that Joryndo kept the Trident in such good condition. Apparently, the ferret was thinking the exact same thing. “This is repugnant,” he commented. “They deserved to be beaten.”

Deavon chuckled. “No beast runs a ship like yew, sir.” He waved his torch ahead of him. Just visible at the end of the passage were two holding cells. The larger one was full of the Red Raider crewmembers. Most of them were asleep, none of them too close to the bars, Silver noticed. Across from their cell was a smaller cell. It was as dark as night with no visible occupant that the captain could see. Deavon walked up to this cell and passed the torch to Raptorr. The searat then drew his axe and knocked the handle against the cell bars. “Wake up, yew! The captain’s ‘ere te see yew!”

Silver stepped forward as Deavon moved aside. Now he could make out the silhouette in the back of cell. “’O are yew?”

Silver could see the creature stand up, studying him in the poor light. A surprising feminine voice spoke one word. “Sinner?”

The skunk felt his blood go cold. Few beasts called him that now, especially out here in the ocean. He was vaguely aware of Raptorr’s eyes going wide. Deavon saw the look on his captain’s face and backed away. Joryndo, having no idea what was going on, stepped forward to rap the bars. “Show yourself, beast.”

The prisoner walked into the light. She wasn’t dressed as a corsair, but rather like a thief. Dark shorts and a tunic that were connected by a large belt that held two empty sheathes. A long black scarf was wrapped around her neck but with both ends still almost touching the ground. On each of her fore paws she wore tight black gloves. Most surprisingly, was her unique tail. She was a skunk.

The skunk smiled sweetly at the shocked captain. “It’s been a long time, Silver.”

Joryndo turned to his captain for an explanation but Silver could only stare at the prisoner, a figure from his past.

“Janet.”



Joryndo didn’t like not knowing something. He was always abreast of what was happening on the Trident and knew the past of everybeast aboard. Except one: Captain Silverstreak Aquary. All Joryndo knew was that Silver, unlike most corsairs, hadn’t begun his career as a simple sailor. Silver had a mercenary promoted to run the Trident by the Zokrodis Empress, Jarani. The skunk had proved himself too many times since for Joryndo to question his captain’s skill and the two, along with Revan, had formed a tight bond. Yet, Silver had never been eager to speak of his past. Now this female skunk had appeared and Silver had immediately taken her to his cabin and locked the door. So Joryndo, Revan, and Deavon had cornered the only beast that would have the slightest idea of who Janet was. Raptorr.

The four were lounging on the deck of the Trident. Well, Revan, Deavon, and Raptorr were lounging and Joryndo wasn’t. “Tell us, Raptorr. Who is this skunk?”

Raptorr fidgeted nervously, an odd action for the huge lizard. “I don’t know if I zhould tell you. Zilver might be mad.”

“You have to tell us,” Joryndo stated, giving the lizard his best commanding look. “I have to know what we’re dealing with.”

Raptorr sighed heavily. “Fine. Janet iz an old ‘acquaintance’ of Zilver’z. I don’t really know where they firzt met, but zhe iz the only zkunk Zilver’z ever loved.”

Revan looked shocked. “Really?”

“Loved emotionally, I mean. Not juzt phyziquly.” Deavon and Revan nodded knowingly. Joryndo rolled his eyes. “But they lazt left on bad termz. Zilver ran into a family of azzazzin zkunkz zerving a corrupt emperor. He waz trying to destroy Mozzflower, zo we were forced to ztop him. That meant Zilver had to turn againzt the few zkunkz he knew, including Janet. The two fought, with Zilver eventually leaving her for dead.”

“Is that why she call’d ‘im ‘Sinner’?” Revan asked.

“I think itz a zkunk thing,” Raptorr answered.

Deavon pawed his sword. “If she fought ‘im, should we really let them be alone down there? She could dangerous.”

“Zilver beat Janet the lazt time,” Raptorr added.

“Besides,” Joryndo said, “the Captain is armed. She is not. Still… I’ll feel better when the two of come out.”


One of Silver’s sai stood point down, stuck into the table in the middle of his cabin. Silver stood on one side of the table, coolly watching Janet who stood on the other side. The other skunk glanced at the weapon and then back at its owner.

“Wot is this, a challenge?” she asked. “Besides, yew still ‘ave the other sai.”

“Take it, if yew want,” Silver asked.

“I’m not an idiot, Silver,” the other skunk responded. “When I kill yew, it’ll be in a fair fight, with my daggers. Yew ‘aven’t found them, ‘ave yew?”

Silver shrugged. “They’re bound te be in on the Raider somewhere. I could get somebeast te find ‘em. We could end this now.”

Janet stared at him, held his gaze for a long minute before turning away. “The moment’s gone,” she murmured.

Silver sighed audibly. “I didn’t expect te see yew out ‘ere.”

“Believe me, I didn’t come out ‘ere te see yew. I thought yew were still in Mossflow’r. Yew didn’t leave me much.”

“Yew know, as well as I, that the Cazador Brujas ‘ad te be stopped.”

Janet rolled her eyes. “Sure, Silver. I didn’t realize yew were such a sap.”

“Well, niceties over then,” Silver said with a nasty grin. “’Ere we find each other, in the middle o’ the ocean. I ‘ave a ship, yew were in a brig. Interesting.”

Janet narrowed her eyes at the captain. “Wot are yew sayin’?”

“Nothin’. I’m just insinuating it.” Janet laughed mirthlessly at this. Silver took of his captain’s hat and tossed it on the bed and sat down. “But tell me, ‘ow does Janet Tamm, the legendary skunk thief, wind up as a prisoner o’ Donaly.”

Janet watched Silver and he held her gaze. “It’s a secret.”

“I could let yew rot in the Red Raider’s brig. I'm captain. I can do that sort of thing, yew know."

Janet stared into Silver’s eyes and the captain found he had to turn away. “I don’t believe that, but fine.” One of her paws disappeared into a small pocket on her shorts. The skunk pulled out a piece of parchment and tossed it on the table to Silver. He unfolded the parchment to reveal an elaborate drawing of a broadsword. “This is the great sword Angua Coch. I've been on the trail of this sword for the last few seasons. It is said that the ‘older of this sword will the Warlord of the Waters, controlling the seas themselves.”

Silver glanced down at the picture then smirked back at Janet. “Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t use swords. I could ask Joryndo for you, though, if you’d like. It might be a touch big for him, I think he prefers-”

“Shut up,” Janet said, holding up a paw. “Yew are more infuriating then I remember. The sword’s real.”

“Right, and so is the Kraken, vampires, and the Spirit o’ Martin.”

“I changed my mind, I’d like te kill yew now.” Janet held out a paw for the sai.

Silver sighed and leaned back in his chair. “I’ll be good. Continue.”

“The sword is real and so are the legends of it’s power. I’ve been researchin’ it. The last beast te ‘old the sword was a pirate called Gabool the Wild.”

“I’ve ‘eard rumours of ‘im. Beasts say ‘e was crazy,” Silver said, motioning with his sai.

“’E was. ‘E was in posession of the Angua Coch for years, that’s ‘ow ‘e became so powerful. ’E even stole the title of Warlord of the Waters from it.

Silver grinned. “’E stole a title from a sword?”

Janet ignored the bait. “The sword’s last whereabouts was on Gabool’s island, Terramort. Unfortunatly, the location of Terramort ‘as been lost fer generations. It was deserted after Gabool’s death; every beast thought it was haunted. A few seasons, a pirate named Trayon Nihilus returned, lookin’ fer the sword. ‘Is crew went insane, showin’ up at a pirate village not too long later. None o’ them would talk about wot ‘appened, but ‘is first mate ‘ad a map that showed this island.”

“If this map is so old, ‘ow did yew get it?”

“Some beasts consider odd things to be family ‘eirlooms,” Janet answered with shrug. “So I ‘ad te get te this island somehow. Cap’n Donaly was willin’ te take me, but I didn’t know this island wasn’t explored earlier. When he interrogated me, I told ‘im I was after treasure on this island. Then ‘e threw me in the brig.” Janet stretched and sat down on Silver’s bed. She crossed her legs and smiled at him, almost playfully. “So that’s my story. Wot’s yours?”

“Boring, actually. We needed an island te take on some clean water. This was the closest on the map.”

“Your not sailling under that fool who’s tryin’ te rule the entire ocean, right?”

“The so called ‘Grand Admiral’ Jarious Nicolson? Not a chance. I sail under Admiral Jarani, Emress of Zokrodis.”

“Never ‘eard of it.”

“We don’t get out much.”

“So that’s it? Big bad Silver is just ‘anded a ship? Bloody lame story, if yew ask me.”

“I didn’t.” Silver sighed. “So, I guess were partners again, eh?”

“How do yew figure? I want nothing te do with yew,” Janet spat at him.

“Fine, I’ll drop yew off to explore the island, then,” Silver shrugged, getting to his paws. “Then I’ll take my ship and my new ship back te my Admiral. And yew’ll be stuck on that island forever, surrounded by gross, smelly rats.”

“Wait,” Janet called, stopping Silver right before he reached the doors. “We’ll be partners. Fifty-fifty.”

“Thirty-seventy,” Silver countered. Janet stared at him. “Wot? I’ve got a crew to feed?”

“Forty-sixty.”

“Deal.” The two skunks shook paws in agreement. “Let’s find us a legendary sword.”


Next time, ruins on Rat Island and is Donaly really such an idiot?

Yes, yes he is.