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“Come on, you scabby centipedes!” yelled Captain Snatchit at his crew. “I want a

cabin! I want a fire! And I want food! Hop to it!”
The pirates grabbed their cutlasses and stampeded into the jungle. They slashed

fruit off the trees, gobbled half of it up, and trampled the rest into the ground.
Then they fetched an axe and began to chop down trees to build cabins. They lit

fires and shot monkeys and roasted them for tea.

The parrots heard the commotion. They flew down to the shore to find out what
was going on.

Neptune perched in a tree and peered through the leaves. He was horrified when
he saw Captain Snatchit.

“Shiver me timbers! It’s scabby Snatchit!” he squawked.

All the other parrots turned and looked at him in surprise.
“What?” said Liana.

“Er - shiver me timbers. It’s pirate language.”
“You speak pirate language?” asked Liana in astonishment.

“It just slipped out. Sorry.” Neptune shuffled on his perch, feeling quite ashamed.
“You mean you used to live on a pirate ship?”

“I’m afraid so,” said Neptune.

“So what else can you say in pirate language?”
“Walk the plank, fish-food,” mumbled Neptune. “Hand over the loot or I’ll shave

your ear-lugs with a rusty razor. Lots of stuff like that.” He hid his head under his
wing with embarrassment.

Down below, they heard the Captain bellow:

“Those scabby trees are in our way! Chop them down, and throw them on the
flaming fire.”