
|  Josper Creesey | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "The whole shootin match is flammable - and so is ours. If we need to sink her, you're the first person I'll call. My thought was that the ladies would help defend our ship if things go against us. But then you ladies are a bit more... capable than most of my previous female passengers. Just use fire in emergencies, please."
The distance between the two ships narrows rapidly.
"S'just the Bunyip sir." calls a mate from the top. "She's coming on like she means to engage us, though."
This is the ship that Zincher stole.
"Let's give her an early warning shot. Let her know that we're armed and can hurt them from afar. We'll judge them fair after that."
The crew goes through the paces and fires a thundering shot. A plume of white spray shows the line but was true but well short of the target. The crew flies through their routine to impress the captain.
 
	
 
     
    