Ladyarms Luke and Gentleman George have been shipwrecked on Trouser Island in the Tan Sea.
They scan the horizon, desperate to see a sail and possible rescue.
A giant furry seamonster prowls round; their cannon is too small to scare it away.
Wait! Is that a sail hoving into view round the Blue Box rocks?
Their eyes straining, they can just make it out. It seems to be a very old ship in disrepair.
Luke and George jump up and down waving their arms, George firing his pistols. The ship turns their way!
As they watch, the ship steers round the Cat-Toy islands, but they cannot see the crew working the sails.
No quartermaster stands at the wheel.
The sands of time are running out, the furry seamonster is getting closer.
Wait, it seems to be distracted by something.
The baleful glare turns away from their island as the ship draws silently closer.
Is this rescue at last?
The ship draws up to Leg Point and stops, yet the ragged sails are still spread.
A feeling of unease sweeps over our two pirates, but beggars can't be choosers.
Abandoning their cannon and flag, they scramble aboard.
The ship appears deserted. How did it sail and steer towards them?
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