“Humph,′ grumbled Pugwash, ‘no jewels or gold or silver? how very disappointing.’ ‘But wait! What’s this? ’ he cried, as he notice the large parcel beside him.”
“That night, the Black Pig lay peacefully moored in the moonlit harbour. A small rowing boat slid out from the quayside with two figures aboard. One of thedm tied the boat up under the stern of the ship, while the other climbed up to the deck.”
“Tottering turtles! That’ll teach them to try their tricks on ME!′ boasted the Captain. ‘But that’s all very well. What am I going to do for a cake?’ ‘Don’t worry about that, Cap’n,’ said Tom.”
“Poor Pugwash! Little did he realize that his very worst enemy had taken lodgings in the same town and was also getting ready for the Captain’s birthday. ‘Ho ho ho!’ growled Cut-throat Jake.”
“I’ll give ‘im an ‘appy birthday ‘e’ll remember as long as ‘e’ lives’, he went on, planting a single candle in the centre of the cake...‘...which won’t be very long! Ah-harrh!”
“Capitan Pugwash was very excited. Tomorrow was his birthday, and already the crew were dressing up the ship with all the flags they could lay their hands on.”
“He peered through the hatchway over the Captain’s cabin. Down below, he could see Pugwash fast asleep. Then he lowered the parcel on the end of a rope, so that it came to rest by the Captain’s bedside.”
“Next morning, Tom the cabin boy arrived in the Captain’s cabin with his early morning tea. ‘Wakey-wakey, Cap’n,’ he cried. ‘Come on! Wake UP! It’s your birthday today.”
“But then Tom interrupted. ‘Quiet, all of you!’ he cried. For Cut-throat Jake had not been able to resist joining in, and the cabin boy had heard him.”