The Extraordinary Voyages of Cap'n Basil Blackheart and his Motley Crew
The Crimson Revenge
I whipped out the blueprints of The Crimson Revenge and unrolled them on the huge carved desk placing some 18th-century navigational tools at the corners to keep them unfurled; then I showed the ships inner-core to Smoochie and Parsley.
"Me likey a lot," Parsley breathed in awe.
"Me too," Smooch said excitedly. "I want the 50 cal."
Humphrey, Snowie, Amber and Posie had joined us and were quietly surveying the blueprints, after a few a moments they joined the maniacally-grinning brigade when they realised that we were more dangerous than Ernie Schwarzafluffer in The Purrminator One, Two and Three combined.
Ratatatat.... ratatatat.... ratatatat..... ratatatat.... ratatatat.... ratatatat.... ratatatat..... ratatatat.... ratatatat.... ratatatat.... ratatatat..... ratatatat.... He was whooping with sheer joy as the bullet's headed towards the incoming missiles.