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Pirate Mutiny

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2019
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“My grandad uses that word,” Tom said. “I think it means that we’re after a bad guy.”

Before they’d gone far, they crossed paths with a young man. He was running so fast, he almost crashed right into them.

“Watch it!” Tom said.

The young man adjusted the red scarf that was tied round his long, dark hair. He wore the same kind of breeches and shirt as Tom and Isis, except his were covered in stains.

“Sorry!” he said, frowning. “What’s a pair of nippers doing in a dangerous hole like New Providence?”

“Is that where we are?” Tom asked. He had heard about New Providence in his history books. It was a famous pirate port.

The young man nodded. “Of course! You two need to get yourselves home sharpish, before you run into trouble.”

“Oh, we can’t,” Tom said, thinking fast. “We’ve been, er … shipwrecked. Our parents were lost at sea, but we clung to some wood and floated to this island.”

Isis pulled a sad face and sniffed, adding, “We don’t have a home to go back to …”

The young man held out his hand. “Salmagundi’s the name. Sal for short. I’m sorry to hear about your troubles.”

Tom shook Sal’s hand. “I’m Tom, this is Isis, and her cat, Cleo.”

“Listen,” Sal said, leaning in. His tanned face made his green eyes look slightly wild. “Not everyone here on New Providence is nice. So stick by me, OK? I’ll take you to the Jolly Barnacle Inn. I do the cooking there. But one day I’m going to be a pirate.”

Tom and Isis exchanged excited glances.

Sal straightened up and peered at the sun. “But we’d better hurry, because if I don’t get a move on, I’ll be getting fifty of the owner’s best.”

“Best what?” Isis asked.

“Fifty lashes. With a whip!”

“Ouch!” said Isis, wincing.

As Tom, Isis and Cleo followed Sal into the port, Tom saw that the row of shops wasn’t very pretty close up. There was broken glass in the window frames and rotten vegetables all over the ground.

“Eeew!” he said to Isis. “What a pong.”

Isis nodded, holding her shirt over her nose.

They arrived at the Jolly Barnacle Inn, with its sign hung crookedly over the door. As soon as they stepped inside, a finely dressed pirate with the most rotten teeth Tom had ever seen hurled a bar stool at another mean-looking, muscly man.

“Are you sayin’ I look like a girl?” the elegant pirate said. He cocked his pistol and fired it at the ceiling, so that plaster showered down.

The muscly pirate laughed heartily. “You look so much like a woman, they won’t let you back on your own ship with the real men!” He smacked the pistol out of the first pirate’s hand.

“I’ll slit your gizzard for that!” the first pirate cried, drawing his cutlass.

Crumbs, Tom thought. Talk about overreacting.

Tom, Isis, Cleo and Sal edged past the fighting pair.

“Never insult a pirate if you value your life,” Sal advised them.

Sal led them to an empty table in the corner. “Sit here, and try to stay out of everyone’s way,” he said. “I’ll find you a little something to eat.”

As Sal disappeared into the kitchen, Isis looked round and wrinkled her nose.

“This place is disgusting,” she said loudly. She poked the tabletop and shuddered. “Yuck. It’s sticky.”

“Then don’t touch it!” Tom said.

“This place isn’t fit for a princess!” Isis protested.

“Keep your voice down,” Tom whispered. “I’m not sure these pirates would take kindly to you insulting their favourite hang-out.”

Sal returned and slammed two tankards down on the table. “Grog,” he announced. “Drink up!”

Tom sipped the drink … and immediately spat it out.

“Ugh! Sal, what do they put in this? Washing-up liquid?” he cried.

“No idea what you’re talking about, shipmate. It’ll put hairs on your chest.”

Sal swigged the contents of his tankard. Grog poured down the sides of his chin and on to his shirt. Then he went back to work in the kitchen.

Pretending to drink, Tom and Isis listened to what was being said by a scary-looking group of pirates at the next table.

“So, Jones tells me there be a Spanish merchant ship leaving Cuba,” one man said, glancing round to make sure no one else was listening.

“What’s it carrying?” another asked, scratching his nose with his dagger hilt. “Will there be rum and spices and sugar and—”

“Aye,” the first man said, nodding. “And cotton too. But listen …” He looked round again, then whispered, “It’s got a chest full of gold!”

“Ooooooh!” the other pirates gasped.

Tom was just about to nudge Isis when there was a crash, followed by gunshots. Tom turned round and saw a huge, fearsome man standing in the doorway pointing a gun into the room. He had the biggest, blackest beard Tom had ever seen. His bushy whiskers were plaited with colourful ribbons at the end. Tom gulped.

Suddenly, every man in the inn started screaming as loud bangs, pops and flashes of light exploded round the man.

“We’re under attack!” Sal yelled.

Tom dived to the floor and pulled Isis down with him. A terrified Cleo leaped into Isis’s arms.

“Under the table – quick!” Tom said.

As he, Isis and Cleo hid beneath the table, another explosion went off with a terrifying BANG!

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