The pirates were all repairing fishing nets.
Pops was fiddling with a needle and the net.
“So, what do ya think about this Corsairs from Segeltorp? Some other bunch of Pirates. Have never seen them on the sea”, asked Bob.
“The sea is mighty big. Did ye hear from Bert the Black and his Cannibal crew?”
“No?”
“Big bad Pirate in the South Sea. What is much closer than Segeltorp. But never met them. And I am happy about that.”
“Did ye know that Segel is old Kriegersien speak for sail?”
“No, but do ye know why we arrr repairing the net? I am not fishing not.”
“To catch other people’s with it.”
“Arrr, thats sounds better”, laughed Nappo.
“Maybe if ye would catch some more balls in the game, that would help us.”
“I only missed one.”
“And dropped one.”
Nappo lifted his needle as if he wanted to start a duel.
“Ok, stop yer hard work and listen, ye scum!”
Cherry suddenly was on deck, with a baseball bat and a bag.
“Enough of repairing the nets. We are now doing something for baseball. Only 4 teams are left and I want to get into the final. We are not letting us steal the trophy from some fake pirates! Am I right?”, she shouted.
Everyone was cheering and just all to happy to play baseball instead of tinker with a shabby fisher net.
“Are the baseballs in the big bag?”, asked Macy.
“Oh no. This bag is for Aslak Torp.”
Everyone looked confused.
“Who?”
“That is the guy behind the whole team from Segeltorp, ya gits. Theirs captain. I distract him, Pops puts the bag over his head, knocks him out and we make him totally drunk and abandon him on a bench far away with a further bottle and a gum. Then he is gone until the game starts. Without him, these tennis players are lost.”
“And ye think that works?”
“At least we can nobble someone and have fun with rum and violence”, said Macy.
Some others nodded now and grinned.
“Yeah, I like it.”
“Sneaky.”
“Some more action.”
“Fightin and stealin!”
“Idiots, Idiots!”, cawed Prof.
“The parrot stays here”, decided Cherry.
