Egads, there's a cat in my hammock. I went to lie down for a nap during a lull in the wind and as soon as I parked me rear this unholy screeching came from under the sack I was using as a cover. The cat got in through the doorway, probably when Jones was in here earlier.
We've caught 10 of the little buggers so far, but five little kitties remain unaccounted for.
That little hellion is still up in the crows nest. Mocking us. Not wise to mock a pirate. We be not known for our patience.
Shame we can't aim the cannons up. Wait... we ain't got no cannons... Ok, we've got flintlock pistols... Not that accurate when firing at small cats.