13-MEOW! MEOW!

MEOW! MEOW! Just then, an earsplitting meowing made our fur stand on end. It was the cats' alarm siren! Meeeeooooowwwww!!! All the pirates ran out on deck. The hallway was empty. Quiet as mice, we climbed up the rope and dropped back into our cell. The door was open. Not a cat in sight! We hid in the suits of armor that lined the hall. Seconds later, we heard a jingling sound. It was the clink of the Bandit's boot buckles! The sound stopped right in front of us. "Sniff, snuff," muttered the Black

Bandit, his nose in the air. "You can't hide from me, my meaty little mice!" he meowed. I heard the clinking coming closer and closer. Then a frantic cry rang out. "Your Excellency! We cannot find any pawprints!" a puzzled voice informed the Bandit. "Get a grip, you nitwit! Do you think these mice have wings?" bawled the Bandit. "I don't care if you have to search every inch of this ship with your bare paws! Find those mice now!" Then he headed down the hall.