and four children prying at the bridge hatchway with a long metal bar. As they approached, the bar slipped and rattled to the deck. Thomas kicked the door in frustration.
âDarn it! The door is so bent in its frame itâs wedged shut. We wonât be able to get it open without some explosives. Weâll never get in now.â
âThatâs the least of our worries,â Maggie said. âThereâs only one lifeboat. The rest are junk. Thereâs no way weâll get all of us off the boat before we crash into those rocks. Captain Ironbuttocks can rot in there for all I care.â
Hamish X ran a hand thoughtfully over the dented surface of the hatch. âNo. I think not. The Captain can still be of some use.â
âHow?â Thomas and Maggie asked.
âFirst,â Hamish X tapped the hatch with the toe of one shiny boot, âwe have to get in there.â Thomas held the pry bar out to Hamish X. The boy looked at it and raised a hand in polite refusal. âThank you, no. Iâll do this my way. See if you can rig an anchor, Maggie.â Maggie nodded and dashed off. Hamish X turned to the hatch. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and concentrated on his boots.
INSIDE THE BRIDGE , Captain Ironbuttocks had begun to think they had forgotten about him. Heâd felt the jarringshudder that announced the destruction of the shipâs engines. He had cursed Hamish X roundly, pounding his fists on the shipâs wheel in frustration.
Finally, he sat down hard in his Captainâs chair and assessed the situation.
âThey have escaped from the cargo hold,â he said to no one in particular. He felt better speaking out loud and listing his woes. âThey have trapped me in the bridge. They have broken my beautiful engines. All is lost.â Tears streamed down his puffy face, leaving tracks down his dirty cheeks. His cheeks werenât dirty as a result of the battle with his prisoners. He rarely bathed and so was coated with a thin layer of filth at all times.
âWhat can a man do when faced with such a defeat?â he said. âWhat can a man do when all hope is gone?â He pondered the magnitude of his defeat for a long moment. âAh, of course. A man can eat a very spicy sausage.â And having so decided, he put his words into action. Reaching into his trouser pocket, he retrieved a lint-covered, greasy pepperoni, dusted it off with clumsy delicacy, and bit the end from it, chewing thoughtfully. âYes ⦠the world seems better with a spicy, stinky sausage in my mouth. Things seem ⦠clearer somehow.â He cast his gaze around the bridge and instantly saw that an option still lay open to him. He dreaded the option. He loathed the option. He feared the option. âBut I have no other option.â
Transferring his sausage to his left hand, he leaned over the radio console. He thumbed the power on and the transmitter hummed gently to life. He hesitated. Calling his employers was a last resort. They would not be happy with him. He had heard tales of ships and captains who were never seen again when they failed the ODA. The Grey Agents were never pleased with failure.
âChoices.â The Captain shook his head. âChoices? I ainât got no choices.â He pushed the send button and spoke into the microphone. âMayday! Mayday! This is Captain Ironbuttocks aboard the Christmas Is Cancelled . Mayday! Mayday! I repeat. Mayday. 50 Ship requires assistance. Do you read me, Miss Cake?â
At that precise instant, the hatch exploded inward, driven by the right boot of Hamish X. He had gathered all his focus and concentrated all his will into a single strike, and that strike tore the hatch from its hinges. The metal door crashed into the far wall of the bridge, shattering a large glass map that the crew used to track weather formations. The Captain was showered with tiny bits of glass as he fell backwards over his chair.
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