"So, let me get this straight," Sir Dereck mused from a log next to the campfire, "We went up against four other gangs, and no one is injured?" "I took a crossbow bolt to the arm," Neddy interjected. "It scratched you bruvva!" Eddy dug him in the ribs. "Even Matilda was still standing!" Ron the Weasel added, "Oi!" A hazelnut shell landed firmly on his nose. "Moss Port, who would have thought that flea scratch town would stand up to Pi-Rats." Teddy scratched his whiskers. "Impounding their ship while they were in a pub having a meal was a bold move." "Yeah," the White Monk looked over from his text, "offloading their booty and auctioning it on the market sqaure was bound to cause issues". Smalls leaned over, took a peak at the holy book, wrinkled his nose and added "Especially without arresting the rats first." Matilda looked up from her hazelnut "Rats reclaming a ship, do...