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closer look. Ruby fidgeted awkwardly in Emmie’s maroon blazer, but stopped when she realised Whisker was approaching.
    â€˜School was never my thing,’ she said awkwardly. ‘They didn’t teach sword fighting. Besides, no one could possibly look good in one of these.’
    â€˜Oh,’ Whisker replied. ‘I think you look, um … well … th-the colour suits you.’
    Ruby looked away in embarrassment. Whisker felt his cheeks turning a brighter shade of red than the tomato sail.
    Trying to act normal, Ruby pointed to another sail. ‘There’s a matching carrot if you want to use it. I prefer the eagle sail, but it’s much too large for the masts.’
    â€˜H-healthy eating,’ Whisker stammered, saying the first thing that came into his head. ‘Tomatoes and carrots. Yes, that’s what we’re after…’
    Horace’s ears pricked up. ‘Healthy eating? Are you having a go at me, too?’
    Whisker knew he had to stay focused.
    â€˜I-I have to check on the others,’ he said, darting off.
    The rest of the crew were doing exactly what Whisker had requested. Eaton and Emmie (dressed as miniature versions of Horace and Ruby) dangled from the front of the boat, draping the Mer-Mouse figurehead with colourful scarves. Fred and Smudge hung a line of blue bunting between the masts while Pete and Mr Tribble stacked neat piles of books on the deck. There wasn’t a cannon or scissor sword in sight. As the final vegetable sail was raised, Whisker glanced over his shoulder to see the Silver Sardine rapidly approaching.
    â€˜Horace to the wheel,’ he ordered. ‘Ruby and the twins to the sails and the rest of the rats in the navigation room, NOW!’
    â€˜What about me?’ Mr Tribble asked apprehensively.
    â€˜I have a special job for you,’ Whisker said, handing Mr Tribble a white flag. ‘Wave this in the air and act like a school teacher escaping from a ship of hungry cats.’

    Four rats and a blowfly crouched in a clutter of sails in a corner of the navigation room.
    â€˜Tell me again,’ Fred said, untangling himself from the eagle sail. ‘Why are we hiding in here?’
    â€˜Because I’m too bony for a school boy and you’re too scary for a teacher,’ Pete replied impatiently.
    Smudge raised four arms in the air as if to say, and I’m too unhygienic for a classroom pet.
    â€˜Oh – right,’ Fred mumbled.
    â€˜Just keep your eye on those cats and tell us if they’re up to anything,’ the Captain instructed.
    Fred closed his mouth and stared out the rear window. The Captain crept to the front of the room, raising his telescope to a pane of glass in the door.

    â€˜We’re almost within firing range of the warships,’ the Captain said. ‘We should expect the first round of volcanic rocks any minute.’
    â€˜That’ll put a chink in the cats’ armour,’ Pete smirked.
    â€˜Or a big hole in our boat,’ Whisker added, hoping desperately the crabs were as easily fooled as they’d been in the past.
    â€˜Um, sorry to interrupt,’ Fred said slowly. ‘But I think the cats are up to something.’
    The rats rushed over to Fred and peered out the rear window. The Silver Sardine was now only a stone’s throw away. They watched as the shaggy shape of Furious Fur appeared at the bow of the boat, clutching a pronged metal object attached to a rope.
    â€˜Murderous mayhem!’ Pete cried frantically. ‘He’s got a grappling hook!’
    The Captain seized the closest scissor sword and whacked the ceiling, roaring, ‘PORT SIDE ON THE DOUBLE!’
    Whisker heard a muffled cry from Horace and the Apple Pie suddenly lurched to its left. A moment later, the grappling hook hurtled past the window, narrowly missing the hull, and splashed harmlessly into the water on the starboard side of the ship.
    Furious Fur hissed in anger and