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It was ages since he’d tasted a ship’s biscuit. Figs and berries were all very well,

but he’d been brought up on jaw-cracking maggot-ridden biscuit. He really, really
wanted some...

He couldn’t resist. Swooping down, he grabbed the biscuit in his beak. He was
just about to take off again when a big, black, smelly pirate’s hat was slapped on top

of him.

“Aha!” yelled Captain Snatchit. “Not so clever just then, were you? Gotcha!”