a mattress over to the side. The pirates stared at him, and each other, curiously.

 

As they inspected him closer, they heard the muffled sounds of moaning and yelling coming from him, but it was definitely not Baloo who was speaking, as these sounds were that of a lady. Plus, it sounded as though they were coming from beneath him?

 

As they walked over to Baloo, it was clear that he was unconscious, and upon nearing him they could make out a pair of tiny little hands and feet that were waving about madly, on either side, from under him.

 

Dumptruck blinked a little, and then tried unsuccessfully to resist a grin, as he smirked at the unconscious Baloo who he assumed must have been in the middle of something when they attacked.

 

Mad Dog at first covered his eyes in embarrassment, but couldn’t resist sneaking another peek a moment later.

 

A few of the men sniggered behind them.

 

“Looks like Baloo was in the middle of entertaining someone when we fired,” one of them said, chuckling under his breath.

 

By Nicholas Killpack

 

After a few moments more of staring, they finally took notice of the muffled shouts coming from beneath Baloo, and then hurried forward to move the huge round groaning pilot.

 

Karnage laid flat on the mattress, on which Baloo had squashed her into, her nose pushed right into her face. She moaned, as she slowly lifted her fingers creakingly from the mattress, and popped her nose out.

 

“I think… “ She breathed. “… We need to work a little on your timing.”

 

Mad Dog and Dumptruck on the other hand had other words they wanted to say…

 

“Hubba hubba, baby!”

 

“What’s a nice thing like you doin in a dump like this?”

 

Karnage however was not impressed. “First of all,” she said, and then slapped each of their faces. “Naughty pirates! Have you no appreciation for poetry or romance? And second… Treasure!”

 

Mad Dog and Dumptruck instantly went rigid at the sound of the password that Don Karnage had given them before he left.

 

“Cap-cap’n?” Dumptruck stuttered in disbelief.

 

“Is that… you?” Mad Dog asked amazed.

 

Karnage sighed, and simply nodded.

 

Mad Dog however was obviously not too convinced, and lifted his fingers up closer to Karnage’s chest…

 

“OW!” Mad Dog squealed, as Karnage belted him right on the head.

 

Dumptruck nodded. “Yah, that’s the cap’n, all right.” he said, and everyone quickly saluted their now apparently female captain.

 

Karnage however had no time for explanations, or other such pleasantries, and was quick to start giving orders again. “My men, you will take Baloo away and have him locked up in our most darkest and incredibly inhospitable cell! Mad Dog, Dumptruck, inform me immediately when he regains consciousness! I will be in my quarters, making myself look more presentable!”

 

Mad Dog and Dumptruck gave each other a strange look.

 

“Me thinks the captain’s been in this form for too long?” Dumptruck whispered to his comrade, making Mad Dog snigger as a reply.

 

“Oh, and one more thing…” Karnage said finally. She walked up to Mad Dog and Dumptruck. “Just out of curiosity, which one of the crew was it who gave the order to capture the Sea Duck with the harpoons, and who was it that pressed the controls to do so?”

 

“That would be us, captain!” they both replied proudly.

 

“Ah, I thought so,” Karnage smiled briefly…

 

[BAM!]

 

Karnage sent both of them flying through the air and straight into the wall, as she landed a solid punch to each of their faces.

 

“Next time!” she ordered. “Before you do so rash a thing… Try contacting your would-be plunder first, give them the opportunity to surrender… AND THEN FIRE!!!” she yelled, and marched off.

 

Dumptruck nursed his aching black eye. “I think I preferred the cap’n when he was male. He was less high-strung then.” 

 

 

 

 

To Be Continued…

 

 

 

 

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