**EPIC BBHQ PIRATE ADVENTURE ~ AGAIN!!!** The Extraordinary Voyages of Cap'n Basil Blackheart ~ Part Seven

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Featuring a rerun of our bonkers time-travelling pirate adventure

The Extraordinary Voyages of  Cap'n Basil Blackheart and his Motley Crew 

aboard

The Crimson Revenge

Arrrrrr and greetings, wunderpurr pals

Welcome to the 7th episode of our pawesome pirate adventure rerun, and just in case mew missed anything, here are the links for the last 6 epically epic episodes:

Part I  ~  Part II ~ Part III ~ Part IV ~ Part V

~ Part VI 

A quick recap from the last episode:

Pilchard the Parrot was hiding out in the hold.  He screeched wildly. "HOT SAUCE SURPRISE! HOT SAUCE SURPRISE! HOT SAUCE SURPRISE!"

Climbing over the debris and ignoring the water breaching the hull, the trio began to move the boxes of the 'liquid dynamite' and get them up to the deck post haste.

"Quick!" Amber shouted as she began to jimmy the boxes open. "We don't have much time."

Pulling out two of the bottles, the ship lurched and pitched again.  She held her ground and shook the hot sauce vigorously.

She said a silent prayer to whoever might be listening and launched the bottles towards the nearest tentacle.

Humphrey tore off his bandana, ripped it into strips and stuffed them in the bottles he'd lined up in a row.  Pulling out a lighter, he lit the cloth and hurled the hot sauce missiles overboard.

Posie watched and did the same, throwing her bottles offur the opposite side of the ship.

The next few moments happened in slow motion.

"AND CUT!"

So hold ye fast, mateys, as we're in for another wild ride today

Aharrrrrr

Part VII 

Hot Sauce Surprise

"And Action!"

"Bombs away," Posie shrieked as she tossed another bottle of flaming hot sauce towards an incoming tentacle. "If it bleeds, we can kill it!"

The fiery, sauce bombs hurtled through the air like a barrage of flaming red grenades. They hit the thrashing tentacles and exploded on contact; it was brutal and bloody.

The Kraken was on fire, with chunks of flesh exploding from contact with the hot sauce. It writhed with anger under the ship, rocking it fiercely and almost pulling it under the water.

"Don't stop," Humphrey screamed above the noise of the crashing water and thrashing tentacles. He ducked just in time as one tried to grab him. "Amber, watch your back."

But it was too late, a very angry, questing tentacle had at last found a mark.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" Amber screeched in pain as she was whipped up in the air and tossed about like a rag doll.

Posie and Humphrey paused for the briefest moment. "Let's nuke that sucker," Posie snarled angrily as she hurled two more sauce bombs at the tentacle gripping Amber.

Humphrey threw his at the same time, and when they all connected with the slimy appendage, the explosion blew the thing clean apart.

Amber and the detached upper part of the tentacle landed on the deck with a heavy thwump.

She slithered out of the rubbery, suckered flesh that had luckily broken her fall and shuddered. "Oh my Bast, I can't believe that thing had hold of me," she cringed, wiping the Kraken slime off her fur. "That has to be the most disgusting thing ever. Now, pass me some more of the bombs; this thing is toast, as I'm officially declaring war on it."

Chunks of Kraken flesh rained down and littered the deck as the trio continued their onslaught with wanton abandon.

  *    *    *

Meanwhile, I was still in utter awe and humongous amounts of reverence at having The Creator standing next to me on the little floating rock in the pocket universe.

"Dude," I breathed. "What should I call mew?" I paused and then thought, 'Oh, for fluff's sake, I just called The Creator of the Universe dude, he's going to smite me for sure.'

The Creator smiled at me, and I could see he was trying not to laugh. I gave him an apologetic look, and he said. "Basil, you can call me Creator."

"Creator, sorry I called mew dude," I said. "It's just that, mew know, I don't get sucked into pocket universes to meet peeps such as yourself very often."

"I understand that this will be rather unusual for you, and the answer to your next question is no," he said kindly.

"So I'm not the 'D' word then?" 

"No."

"Thank heavens for that, as I have no idea how I would explain this to the P.A.?!"

 "Basil," The Creator continued. "I have brought you here to impart some very important information to you and you alone, you cannot tell anyone that you've met me or that I actually exist..." he paused as I assimilated this statement. "What I have to say remains between us, do you agree?"

I pondered the enormity of this for a moment and then nodded.

"I have watched your life evolve since you were a tiny kitten and have intervened on a couple of occasions to keep you safe when the odds were severely against you..." he paused thoughtfully.

My mind was reeling at his admission of assistance, and I could name more than seven instances when I should have actually been toast, and then a miracle had happened just in the nick of time to save the day. I just thought I was lucky, but now I knew the truth; I'd had help and not just any help, I'd had THE HELP!

 "As much as I try not to interfere with the mortal realm, you are very important to the master plan as without you it will fail, that is why I intervened," he sat on a rock and indicated for me to come closer.

I sat facing him, looking up into his brightly shimmering eyes, but as I tried to focus on his face I realised that I couldn't actually discern a real person's features, not like when I look at the P.A. I see her clearly and could pick her out of a crowd no problemo, but The Creator, I doubt I could ever recognize him again.

"I want to show you something," he went on. "The easiest way for me to do this is from my mind directly into your mind. Do I have your permission?"

I actually thought it was a moot point, him being who he was and all, but I nodded and said. "Mew mean like Vulcan mind-meld, do mew watch Star Trek?"

"Yes," he actually chuckled. "Like a Vulcan mind-meld, only I don't need to touch you." 

"Let it begin," I said, wondering what on earth I was going to see and whether he meant 'yes' to watching Star Trek or not.

*    *    *

Concurrently back on The Crimson Revenge; the Kraken had released the ship and then re-surfaced just off the port side. Its blackened, bloody tentacles steaming from being doused by the frigid saltwater looked mangled and wrong on so many levels.

Luckily, the ship was not on fire, that was the good news. The bad news was that the Kraken was angry, or, to be more precise, epically enraged might be a better choice of words, or perhaps let's say it was really, really, really miffed to a point where there was only going to be one outcome: either it survived, or the ship did.

Humphrey, Amber and Posie peered over the rail on the port side and looked at the vile monstrosity.

"It is really horribly hideous," Posie declared. "I think we should do the right thing and put it out of its misery once and for all."

The trio had a little chuckle.

Seeming to hear them, the Kraken launched through the water towards the ship, its beaked jaws wide, with multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth on display, and it began to emit a sound that could only be described as a death wail; high-pitched and keening, designed to disarm and cripple prey. 

"One entire case of hot sauce surprise coming up," Amber said as she lit the rag fuses in the box.

The three of them lifted the box to the edge of the ship and then hurled it with all their might straight at the surging Kraken, its intact tentacles flailing wildly with murderous intent.

Seconds later, the flaming box hit the Kraken right on target; smack in the mouth.

Within mere moments, it was ablaze with the super scorchio hot sauce, and then it exploded. 

*BOOM*

"Duck," screeched Humphrey flopping to the deck.

Hunks and chunks of newly deceased Kraken flew through the air, some landing with a sickening, squelching thud as they hit the deck, others splashing noisily into the water.

Seagulls appeared from nowhere and began a feeding frenzy, squawking and screeching in delight at the easy-pickings buffet which had suddenly appeared.

Humphrey surveyed the carnage on the deck and then said with a grin. "Fresh sushi, anypawdy?"  

*    *    *

Back in the Temple of the Pagoda, Parsley, Snowie, and Smooch were pacing next to the orb with much irritation.

"He's been gone for over two hours!" Smooch said worriedly. "Surely he should be back by now?"

Amsted gave him a pitying glance. "Little one, he'll be back when it's the right time."

Parsley, who was most agitated, snapped. "Look, mew hippy, cryptic talking monkey, Basil is our captain, and we want to know he's alright and that mew've not done anything to him."

Horice nudged Parsley with his trunk. "Little panther, please calm ye-self," he reassured soothingly. "I can assure ye that ye captain is fine and will be back soon... don't ye fret for his safety as he is actually in the safest place in the entire universe right now." 

Parsley, Snowie and Smooch sighed in unison and sat down on the steps.

The silence was deafening as time seemed to tick by in slow motion. Snowie suddenly jumped to her feet and said. "Guys, I can't take this waiting anymore. I'm heading back to the ship to tell the others."

She had just started to descend the stone steps when there was a soft tinkling sound. She spun around and stared at the orb.

A glittering golden stream flowed out from the depths of the orb.

"Basil! Basil! Basil!" Smooch whooped in delight as I materialised back into my solid form in the temple.

I gingerly patted myself down, making sure I was all there, and when I got to the tip of my tail, I answered.

"Crew, we have to leave now, back to the ship," I said urgently.

"What, why?" Parsley asked.

"They're in big trouble."

"How do mew know?" Snowie asked.

I looked at her. "Snowie, trust me, ok?"

She nodded, and I could see that the three of them were bursting with questions about my orb expedition, but those could wait for now as we had a ship to save.

"What's the quickest way back to the beach, Horice?" I asked urgently.

"Cap'n Basil, thee quickest way is by smoke," Horice answered.

I gave him a perplexing glance and then remembered when I first encountered him, he appeared as a column of black smoke; for want of a better description, a smoke monster.

"Can we all travel like that, with our weapons too?" I asked hastily.

"Aye."

"Make it so, if ye will, big dude," I said.

A jiffy later, we were all outside the temple, weaponed up and ready to smoke as Amsted gave us a huge toothy grin, exposing a mass of yellowish teeth.

"Are ye ready?" Amsted asked.

We all nodded, not really knowing what to expect.  

"If all of ye can grab me trunk, Amsted will have us at the beach post-haste," Horice said.

We did as he said, and a second later, there was a POOF, and the next thing we were zooming through the jungle in the form of a streaming black cloud.

We arrived at the beach in what seemed no time at all, and as the smoke touched the sand, there was another POOF; then to my utter amazement, we were all sitting there as if we'd been there for hours. To be honest, it was really quite amazing, though not as amazing as inside the pocket universe, but close.

Anyhoo, we looked out towards the ship just as there was an almighty explosion.

Horice was the first one to speak. "Cap'n Basil, I do believe that ye crew o'er there have just blown up thee Kraken,"

"Say what?" I choked.

"Ye crew have just blown up thee Kraken!" Horice repeated.

"Horice, I heard ye the first time, it's just that I'm seeing what mew're saying, but I really can't believe my eyes," I answered.

Parsley, Snowie and Smooch stared mouths agog at the scene unfolding in front of us.

A giant flaming mushroom cloud enveloped the multi-tentacled beast.

"Jumping juniper berries!" Snowie burst out. "What the fluff is happening?"

"Horice, is there any way mew could toss me to the ship from here?" I asked urgently.

The heffle-lump thought for a spell. "Aye, Cap'n Basil, if I hold ye in me trunk and get a lash on, I think I could possibly get ye the distance ye require."

"Make it so big, guy," I said. "I need to be on that ship, mew guys get the rowboat and meet me there pronto."

Grasping Horice by the trunk, I gripped on tightly with both paws.

"Are ye ready, Cap'n Basil?" he asked.

"Aye, that I am."

He lifted me up and then began to spin his trunk like a propeller, faster and faster and faster.

I was barely holding on when Horice yelled. "Now!"

I let go and was jettisoned at almost warp speed towards the ship.

As I flew, I saw Parsley, Snowie and Smooch running along the soft, sandy shore towards the moored rowboat with Horice hot on their heels.

I whipped my sword out and held it in front of me as I soared through the air like a bird on a perfect trajectory towards The Crimson Revenge.

Just as I had almost reached my crew, a tremendous thundering boom resounded around the bay. I barrel rolled to pinpoint the source, and when I did locate it, my heart sank. The Kraken was small fry compared to what was coming next.

"AND CUT!"

As each episode passes, there are still so many questions, such as:

Is the Kraken gone for good?

What did The Creator Dude tell mew?

How did mew know the crew and ship were in trouble?

Did mew learn the secrets of the universe?

What was it like to travel by smoke?

Are mew really having sushi for dinner?

Is The Crimson Revenge on fire?

OMC, who the fluff has turned up now?

And how could anything possibly be wurse than a Kraken?

Hearty purrs!

If mew want to keep reading this epically exciting adventure, we'll be back on Purrsday with Part 8. Until then...

Cap'n Basil & the Crew of The Crimson Revenge

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