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on earth he was going to find six thousand doubloons. A swarthy cove came and sat down next to him, and for one horrible moment the Pirate Captain thought he was going to be propositioned, because a surprising amount of that sort of thing went on amongst these sailor types. But rather than a saucy wink or a pinch on his seafaring behind, the man just offered him a swig of drink. He was a fearsome-looking fellow, with an ugly scar running the length of one cheek, and a stump of whale ivory poking out of his trousers instead of the more regular leg. But he was offering grog, so it seemed only right to be friendly.
    â€˜Call me Pirate Captain,’ said the Pirate Captain, shaking his hand.
    â€˜Aaarrr,’ said the stranger. ‘The name’s Ahab.’
    And with that the man went back to staring at the black waves, almost as if he was looking forsomething. The Pirate Captain wasn’t very good at sharing a comfortable silence with someone, unless it was a girl he had been seeing for a while. And even then, once the friendly feminine chatter had lapsed for too long, he tended to babble on about how much he liked the smell of their hair. So after a couple of awkward minutes he tried to kick-start the conversation.
    â€˜So. Ahab. You off anywhere interesting?’
    â€˜The whale,’ the man murmured. ‘I’m going to find myself the whale. I’ve charted the course he takes, and I’ll sail to the ends of the earth if I have to. Typhoons, hurricanes, craggy rocks … Why, if the sea itself rose up against me, Ahab would not be stopped in his ungodly quest.’
    â€˜Wow. You must really like whales.’
    â€˜Not exactly,’ said Ahab, his gaze still fixed on the sea. ‘It was a whale that did this,’ and he pointed at his ivory leg.
    â€˜A whale made you a prosthetic leg?’ exclaimed the Pirate Captain, a little incredulously. ‘But how? They don’t have hands, do they? Just little flippers.’
    â€˜I meant it was the whale that left me withouta leg. It was a man in Bedford gave me a new one.’
    â€˜Oh. I got bitten by a mosquito once,’ offered the Pirate Captain. ‘Look here – you can still see the bump. Well, you can’t see it now, but a week ago it was the size of a golf ball.’
    â€˜I’ve never forgiven the brute,’ snarled Ahab. ‘And I mean to hunt him down to his watery grave.’
    â€˜Well, I’ve never forgiven that mosquito. But you can’t spend your life chasing after a mosquito, can you?’
    â€˜He was white, Pirate Captain. White as snow. And monstrous big.’
    â€˜Goodness. I’m not sure I can really remember what that mosquito looked like at all. I mean to say, I don’t know if I could pick him out in some sort of identity parade.’
    â€˜I’ll have my vengeance!’ spat Ahab, boiling with a tremendous fury. He looked as if he was about to hit something, but seemed to settle for just pulling an angry face. After a moment the strange man slapped the Pirate Captain on the back, stood up and turned to go.
    â€˜Good hunting, Pirate Captain!’ said the mysterious fellow.
    â€˜Yes, and you,’ said the Pirate Captain, a bit puzzled by the whole encounter. He wandered thoughtfully back to the
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    â€˜Are we good to go, Number Two?’ asked the Pirate Captain.
    â€˜Aye aye, Captain,’ said the pirate with a scarf.
    â€˜Tell me something. Do you remember that mosquito, attacked me near Mozambique?’
    â€˜Erm, no. Not really, Captain.’
    â€˜Aaarrrr, well, that will be because I was so stoic about it, I hardly made any fuss. Big brute he was. Might even have been a queen. Do mosquitos have queens?’
    â€˜I think that’s bees, Pirate Captain.’
    â€˜This wasn’t a bee. It was definitely a mosquito – sucked my blood right out, like a ghoul. Anyhow, perhaps I went a little easy on the