Jenny the Pirate Chief paused for enough
time to pour another glass and just for a second she watched her rum swirl.
Lapinette reached out to touch Jenny’s paw and her eyes urged Jenny to
continue. Jenny's eyes gleamed in response as she put down her glass and went on.
"The massive cannon of the ghostly ship overshadowed the harbour and it
could easily be seen from Rabbit Jenny’s attic window. But Jenny was no longer
there. As she headed down the hotel stairs, she took out the first of the objects
from her bag – an object that she quickly unwrapped." Pirate Jenny
stopped talking suddenly and she too pulled out something from one of her many
pockets and waved it at her audience before continuing. "A guest stepped
forward to bar Jenny’s path but it was his last conscious act. A pistol fired
and the muzzle flash lit his cruel face in the dim hotel lobby.
“Who are
you?” muttered the guest in a last dying gasp before his knees buckled and
he sank silently onto the shabby carpet. Jenny kicked his body
aside. She shoved the automatic deep into her fur and glancing in a cracked
hotel mirror, she straightened her hat. Then she hopped through the door and
onto the hapless streets of the ratty little town where four hundred sailors
swarmed in every shadowy lane. They were rounding people up and taking them
away, but they stiffened to attention and saluted as Rabbit Jenny moved
seamlessly through their ranks, heading directly for the harbour ..."
