a tiny motor hanging off the back ofit, and sat down next to the girl. She
was looking a teeny weeny bit nervous,
and I guessed it must be her first time
at Pirate Camp.
‘It’s that boy who was crying!’ she
giggled up at her mum, who was
standing on the pier, but I just ignored
them both, because I was too busy
looking at the captain’s hand.
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The captain’s hand was at the end
of his arm, which is where hands
usually are. What wasn’t usual about
this hand, howeverypoos, was that it
only had two fingers.
‘See you’ve seen me fingas!’ said the
captain, and I immedi-swivelled my
eyes a millimetre to the right, so they
didn’t look like they were looking at his
fingers any more. ‘Fishies got ‘em!’ he
cackled, nodding out towards the lake,
and I wondered if Mogden Lake had
sharks in it or something.
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‘R-r-really?’ stuttered the little girl,
suddenly not giggling any more, and
she stuffed her hands into her pockets
for safekeeping.
‘Nah, jus’ pulling ya legs!’ chuckled the
captain, and the little girl glanced down
at her legs, looking like she wished she
had somewhere to hide them too.
The captain undid the rope that was
keeping the boat tied to Mogden Pier
and started fiddling with the motor.
He grabbed a handle with his two
fingers and gave it a tug, and the
ferry started blowing off, little clouds
of smoke floating out of its bum.
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