Chase was rather impressed with himself. He had driven – and jumped – a car, and not died doing it. And he had stopped the students from getting to the Vehement Ranger. He had even found time to make a funny quip afterwards. In fact, he was just thinking that his rescue attempt might work out all right after all when…
andAnd even“LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO MY SHIP, YOU OBNOXIOUS LITTLE CRETIN!”
Captain Fernando Van-Quish glared down from the forecastle, his one eye burning with rage as he pointed his sword at Chase. Only the faintest hint of a likeness remained to show that he had once been headmaster Thorne. “I SHOULD SLICE YOU FROM POOP DECK TO BOWSPRIT!” he roared, sending globs of spittle flying in all directions.
Chase had no idea what either of those things were, or if he even had t
