“Man the sails,” Ashure Waves shouted above the roaring winds and rolling thunder.
“There is a gale forming, Cap’n,” his first officer, Taupe LaBluff, said.
Ashure laughed. “Tell me something I don’t already know,” he shouted.
LaBluff was about to respond, probably with a depressing or negative comment, when the sound of horns began blowing. The smile on Ashure’s face turned from one of excitement to one of grim determination. A second horn sounded. Ashure could already see the reason for the alarms—sea monkeys.
“Man your stations,” LaBluff yelled. “All hands on deck! We are under attack!”
“Try not to kill the damn things!” Ashure yelled.
“But, Cap’n,” LaBluff started to protest before he clamped his lips together and nodded. Turning, he repeated the order. “Drive them back into the
