Pirate Jenny wore an intense expression, so wrapped in her story that her glass of grog remained untouched. Her eyes
narrowed and it seemed to everyone listening that they were really there with her in that awful shabby hotel. Jenny suddenly lifted her glass, drained the
contents and spoke. "Even though the shape seemed far out to sea, Rabbit Jenny
recognised a ghostly ship and could make out frantic
activity on the deck. She grasped her hat firmly, straightened her red rose
and braced herself. Suddenly the harbour lit up as the ship wheeled to port and
cannon fire burst from her bow. The town shook and plaster fell from all the
walls of the hotel." Pirate
Jenny stopped and waved her hook, pretending to pick plaster from her ears. Now her voice grew menacing. The hateful guests cowered in their rooms and
prayed for deliverance but Jenny casually turned from the window. Bending
slightly, she levered a loose floorboard with her hook and took out three
wrapped objects, which she placed in a small bag." Pirate Jenny paused because
it looked like Wabsworth was going to ask about the objects, but he merely
nodded, so she nodded back and carried on. "Rabbit Jenny returned to the window. Seeing that
the ship had closed on the town she turned to light a lamp behind her - so
that her silhouette could watch. The massive cannon on the bow of the ghostly
ship swung right and left, up and down, blasting the coast until every building
was flat. Except that is ... for one
ratty little hotel.