(Back at the octopod)
(Captain barnacles pov)
It was business as usual for me and the crew abroad the Octopod with one exception we were waiting for kwazii and saber to get back, kwazii said he was taking saber to meet her great grandfather Calico Jack, I wonder how saber felt about meeting one of her adopted relatives?
I didn't have to wonder for long as I saw saber flip out of the Octo-shoot with kwazii right behind her, those two are nearly inseparable "ahoy mateys" kwazii greeted everyone in the HQ, "ahoy captain, what's our next mission?" Saber asked eagerly as she walked up to me, "well someone's eager" I said with a laugh, "what's new?" Saber replied sarcastically, kwazii smiled and rubbed his daughters head
"Me grandfather was right when he said I had my paws full" he laughed, "so how was meeting your great grandfather saber?" Shellington asked, "it was great, he gave me me very own spyglass" saber said happily as she pulled out a black spyglass that looked like Kwazii's, at that time the octopods alarm sounded and that meant there was something or someone trying to break into the ship or break something off of it "yeow, that's not good" saber said, "I wonder what's causing the alarm?" I pondered, "saber, check the security cameras" I ordered, "on it captain" saber responded, this could be a very serious problem
(Saber's pov)
I went to check the security cameras like the captain asked but all the cameras showed was static "they're not working captain, I think there's something wrong with the satellite dish" I said turning around in my chair, "mm, kwazii saber tweak come with me, we're going to figure out what's going on" barnacles ordered, I guess this is our next mission
(End of chapter three: meeting Calico Jack)
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My Little Treasure
Fanfictionkwazii finds a kitten adrift at sea with a note that tells how she got in this position and he doesn't know why but he feels a connection to her and takes her back to the octopod (credit to @sammytheskitty33 who gave me permission to use kwazii's p...
