Kitty
stepped into the cockpit and looked at Drake. She glanced at the
charts on the wall and then looked up at the stars. Drake was
spinning the wheel about, trying to evade the incoming cannons that the
pursuing ships had volleyed.
"Can't
you make this bucket of nails and wood go any faster?" she
asked.
Drake
looked at her and flashed a smile and a wink. "Any faster and
she'll fall apart."
"I
hate to rain on your parade but one more hit from the pursuing ships
and we will be falling apart," she replied.
"Always
the optimist," Drake said to her. "They should be here any
second now."
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