*Slovman hoists the Stars and Stripes.

Raise the anchor! Ready the cannons!

Best speed to those limey bastards and their giant turtles!

TO ARMS! TO ARMS!

Keep that rudder steady!

Gawd almighty, we're swerving worse than Ben Franklin at a kegger!

Sir, I believe that nothing swerves worse than Benjamin Franklin at a kegger.

Except possibly Thomas Jefferson at a single's bar.

Regardless, I don't think either one of them is on the rudder, so why are we zig-zagging all over the place?

Well, you're over here, and I'm over here, and the wheel is over there...

We don't have anyone else on the ship?

Apparently not.

It seems the rest of the crew is asleep or something.

I see.

Well then.


*Slovman makes a mad dash to the wheel.

CHARGE!

*Chaomancer Omega charges towards the wheel

*Slovman reaches the wheel first.

I win!

Guess that's why I'm a General and you're just a Colonel, Colonel.

You're a general pain in the ass is what you are.

That was uncalled for.

And very English...

*Slovman glares suspiciously at Chaomancer.

Dear lord! You're not English! You're one of those savage indians! Has the fight for freedom become that desperate?!

*Chaomancer Omega rolls his eyes

Well, really, I'm about the only one around here untainted by filthy English blood.

Good enough! You're aces in my book, you unwashed native.

*Slovman turns back to the wheel.

Now, get out the spyglass and see if you can't spot those British Turtles.

When I grown up, I wanna be a Keel Haul.

CAW!

*KilljoyBob perches majestically on the bow.

Well looky there! We've got ourselves a mascot.

Hey bird! Scout ahead and see where those degenerate crumpet-sniffers are.

*KilljoyBob flies off over the ocean...and comes back carrying a fish.

CAW!

Um...that's great. Thanks.

::Inside the fish is a map with all the British ship placements::

CAW CAW!

Oh, okay! Wow, this is pretty detailed. Got the currents marked and everything. You have my gratitude, noble avian.

Hard to starboard, boys! We've got English Turtles to blast!

CAW!

*KilljoyBob eats the fish.

*DrQuinzel arrives on deck and approaches the wheel

...him? That can't be General Slovman. I'm prettier than this man.

<pauses, looks up> All right, Father...I'll ask him.

<turns to Slov> If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen?

"The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure you're f***ed. "

Oh and this is Cabin boy Twinky. Reporting for duty, Sir!

Can I utilize the "sextant?" (And no, not the evil CO from the future supervillian, but the, huh, huh, "navigational aid").

As long as there's no time-travelling witchcraft involved.

TwinkyMaster, get to scrubbing the deck!

Huzzah! I've taken a sun shot and have determined that we are, indeed, in Darkhawk Lake. So there is aboslutely nothing to worry about.

Steady as she goes, men...I think I see one of the turtles on the horizon...

CAW!

Caw what?

Does anyone here speak eagle?

Lou probably does.

Not that this helps us any.

He said, "Look out, idiot, there are cannons aimed at your head!" Either that or, "I'm hungry." *shrugs* It's a tough language.

*Slovman squints into his spyglass.

There they are!



LOAD THE CANNONS!!!

Eeeek!

:: Dives off Turtle into water and swims off ::

Zoikes!

Sirs I've just finished with the Cabin Boys and I'm ready to fight the English citizen's. Where do I sign?

*Chaomancer Omega shoots CFV in the head with his musket for being a British spy

Hey he's not one of ours.

*TheRidge flies down to boat tears off steering wheel and flies off.