It were a dark and moonless night and wild were the weather, as it always is in these kind of tales. The rigging whipped and sang as the small vessel ploughed through the restless seas and the rain poured so thickly a beast couldn't see his paws in front of his face! It was on this ship, the Iron Queen that seventeen souls kept counsel among themselves in the dim light of a flickering lantern belowdecks.
- "Weren't for the rain I'd have me a clear viewin of the lay of the seas and if there be land, cullies!"
Said the lookout, a right weathered looking feller, a hedgehog by species.
- "What'll we do now, mates?"
Asked a young otter lad.
- "Just sit tight an wait for the seas to calm. We've battened the hatches and locked the doors, so every beast to his…
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