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because they were scaring the fish away. Pyro’s mum said she’d never heard anything so ridiculous but Pyro’s dad said squealing wasn’t really a boy thing.
    Mum said it was more a boy thing than being a bully of a fisherman and telling lies about fish being scared away.
    Pyro rolled over and tried to close his eyes and go back to sleep. It didn’t work. Not for an instant. Hiseyes snapped open and all he could think about was Geezer at school without him. He’d said he’d hate it and wouldn’t do anything to the pirate project they were working on for the library but, and this twitched at Pyro, Jenna was part of their work group too.
    What if Geezer let Jenna do the crow’s nest?
    Pyro almost sat up with shock. It was as well he didn’t or he might have knocked his block off, as Auntie Mor would have said. The ceiling in his little cupboard was very, very low.
    The world outside was still as colourful as an old black-and-white photograph and the soft snoring sounds still lulled away behind him.
    Ten days was a long time to be away from a best friend …

    San Simeon leapt to the railing of the hated Spewta , Roaring Roy Bistro’s extremely messy galleon, and clasped the rigging that swung above him.
    â€˜Aha!’ cried Roaring Roy. ‘You think you can save the maid! What with, you blighty fool? Your knives and your swords are a-litterin’ my decks! Do your best, but it’s shark bait you’ll be this time!’
    Simeon only hesitated a moment. He could feel all eyes upon him and below, the lovely Calamity’s satin-clad toes were tipping the waves. Sharks’ eyes rolled as they waited for this tasty morsel to be theirs.

    Quickly he swung back and grasped the sword from a pirate who was so busy ho-ho-hoing he didn’t see what was coming. Just as quickly the rigging was slashed and, while sheets and spars flipped and tossed, Simeon looped a long, loose rope around his wrist. Lassoing it high up on the mast, he threw the sword into the brine and flung himself out, out over the waves.
    As he soared above the ocean, he pulled from his vest a tiny pearl-encased knife.
    â€˜It might be a little one,’ he called to Roy, ‘but it’s sharp!’
    He swung himself out and then speared his body feet-first against the underside of the galleon. Out again he soared and, once more, pushed hard against the galleon.
    â€˜Be ready, fair Calam! I’m about to save you.’
    On his next swoop he leaned out and with one slash cut the rope that hung her from the pirate ship above. She might have fallen, she might have been gnashed and gnawed, except Simeon was so fast, so incredibly quick, that she was in his arms and swinging again to the underside of the galleon.
    â€˜Hold tight, Calam! We’re about to be airborne!’
    This time he pushed off and swung them out and out and out so high that they could look down on the lice-ridden heads of the dreadful crew. And then, just when they were about to swing back down to a watery, sharky grave, Simeon let go.
    On he soared, over the waves and the heads of angry sharks to land at a frightening pace on the deck of his own ship.
    His men cheered. They howled and yelled and called rude things at the ship opposite.
    But under it all Simeon saw something that made his blood run cold.
    A flash of mirror. Flash. Flash. Flash. Who could be sending a message to Roaring Roy’s boys?
    In that instant Simeon knew he’d been away too long. There was a traitor in the camp. Someone who’d loved him last week didn’t love him today.
    Who was it?
    Who could it possibly be?
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    â€˜Okay, up and at ’em!’
    Auntie Mor stood beside the bed. The day had turned blue and gold and the kookaburras were silent. Only the waves interrupted the absolute silence.
    â€˜Look what we’ve got!’ Mor held up three snorkels, three goggles and two foam things. ‘We can go out to the reef,