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Chapter Four
The parrots were nearly exhausted.
They were fluttering above the waves in the outline of a ship, carefully carrying
glow-worms in their claws.
They were hoarse from screeching like rich ladies, just as Neptune had taught
them.
And now they were worried that they were about to get blown up.
“They’re going to fire the cannons at us!” wheezed Neptune.
“Good,” said Liana. “That’s exactly what I want to happen. The other parrots
should have done their job by now.”
“I hope so!” muttered Neptune, as he waited anxiously...
The pirates pounded across the deck to the cannons, which were loaded and ready
to fire.
But in the darkness, nobody had noticed dozens of parrots landing on the Seaslug
with leaves in their beaks.
No-one had seen the parrots stuffing the leaves down the barrels of the brand new
cannons.
They had not glimpsed the parrots as they flew away again.
“Fire the scabby cannons!” yelled the Captain.
The pirates lit the fuses. They hissed and sparkled, and then...
