"You pulled a Panama."

"Yes, Admiral."

"And what are you two going to do about that?"

"Uh, buy you a new boat?"

"That goes without saying. And?"

"Replace the cigars we used to blow up the Calliope?"

"You used my cigars to blow her up? Oh yes, that's going to be coming out of your paycheck, too. And?"

"Ah. That I never mention Ironclads in Africa again?"

"Bingo. If it comes out this thing has a sister ship out there-- we aren't going to be the ones to find it."

"Yes, Admiral."

"Wow, he let us off pretty easy there."

"Well, you know the Admiral, he'll just get us when we least expect it."

"Yeah, you're right-- we're dead."

"Yep. Come on, let's see what else we've got here."

"Think we might find me another hat?"

"Well, we found an Ironclad in the middle of the Sahara. Anything's possible."


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