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Captain Snatchit’s Revenge

Chapter One

Captain Snatchit was not a happy pirate.
His ship, the Seaslug, had gone gurgling down to the bottom of the ocean.

Then, just when he’d found a nice green island to stay on, it turned out to be

haunted! The ghosts of a hundred horrible pirates screamed and shrieked at him until
he jumped back in the lifeboat and escaped.

So now he was squashed in the lifeboat with his smelly, squabbling crew. There
was nothing to eat but raw fish and a barrel of ship’s biscuits. They had just spent

three days rowing round in circles, when suddenly.....
“Ship ahoy!”

Captain Snatchit peered across the waves.

“That’s only a scabby little fishing boat,” he growled. “Never mind. It’s better
than this lifeboat. Hide your hats and shout for help!”

So the crew hid their pirate hats and cutlasses and pistols. Then they all howled

like lost puppies in a snowstorm, until the fishing boat came alongside.
“Can we help? Are you in trouble?” asked the head fisherman, whose name was

Afa.
“We’re not in trouble. You are!” snarled Captain Snatchit.

And the pirates whipped out their cutlasses, leapt on board, and overpowered the
startled fishermen.

“This is my boat now!” announced the Captain gleefully. “I name her the Seaslug

2. As for you, you crummy cod-catchers – you can walk the plank!”
“You can’t do that!” cried Afa.

“Just watch me,” jeered Captain Snatchit. “Anyway, what’s the problem? You can
swim to that horrible haunted island!” And he laughed a wicked laugh.

Afa looked puzzled. “What haunted island?”
The Captain pointed. “That one over there, of course, with all the pirate ghosts

screaming in the treetops!”

“Do you mean Parrot Island?” said Afa. “There’s nothing there but parrots and
monkeys.”