Later that afternoon as Vincent was bringing lunch out to the girls they spotted a strange ship on the horizon. Miss Blimey knew who it was before she even saw the flag flying. It was Etype come to claim his ship. Calmly Miss Blimey took a bottle of Merlot from a small table she had set out on the main deck, specifically to rest her wine on. Swigging from the bottle she turned to Vincent and Betty H.V.

"You know what this will probably come to," she stated grimly.

"Yes," replied Betty hates Veronica stepping forward and taking the bottle from Miss Blimey. Vincent stood also and wrapped his arm around Miss Blimey's waist, staring off at the approaching ship.

"I give us ten minutes," said Miss Blimey, then she called for Rawkous who flew down to perch on her shoulder.

"If things go pear shaped bird, you know what to do," she said to the parrot.

"Swoo hoo, yes," replied Rawkous, taking flight again and going back to the crows nest where he could watch events from a safe distance.

The strange ship approached, Miss Blimey did not recognize the flag but she didn't care. The captain of the opposing vessel hailed her.

"You have taken Etype's ship and he has come to claim it," he stated.

"I kind of figured that one out for myself," responded Miss Blimey, adrenalin coursing through her veins as she tried to asses the situation.

"You will be punished for this indiscretion," returned the captain of the other ship.

"This I also counted on, but first do me the courtesy of telling me who you are," said Miss Blimey.

"I am Vanilla Kingston, and this is my ship, the Volvonte," replied the captain.

"And you're connection to Etype?" asked Miss Blimey.

"I deliver his biscuits," answered Vanilla.

"Right, so this is why he commandeered your vessel and came after me then, you're an easy mark with not much to do," she summed up.

"Well....er....That would be a fair assessment," replied Vanilla.

At that moment Etpye and his crew appeared along the side of the Volvonte. Swords raised in anger, and also in a kind of threatening way.

"I don't want to fight you Etype," said Miss Blimey. "And I hope that you will do the honourable thing, take your boat and leave, now!".

"I would heartily like to my dear," replied Etype. "For I respect your skill with the blade, however I also realise the respect I will be able to command from every pirate on the seas after I have killed you."

"As you wish," replied Miss Blimey coldly and drew her cutlass, behind her Betty hates Veronica and Vincent did the same. The trio looked hopelessly outnumbered compared to the numbers of Etype's crew. Tense moments passed, the two enemies facing each other over the watery divide. Someone coughed. It wasn't apparent who, but this it seemed was the cue for Etype and his men to board the Raven. Swords clashed and there was much scuffling involved, but one by one Etype's crew fell until he was the last man standing. It was at this moment that Etype chose to reveal his true form. He was a polar bear pretending to be a man after all.

"Oh great, now I suppose we'll have to clean up bear hair as well as all this blood and gore!" snapped Miss Blimey.

"I don't moult so easily," growled Etype.

"I don't want to discuss your hair loss problems now, look at the mess your men have made of my deck!" returned an angry Miss Blimey.

"I believe it was you who killed them," retorted the bearish Etype.

"We quibble over details.....look, I will give ye one chance to leave this vessel in peace or I will be forced to take you down bear," Miss Blimey graciously offered.

"Don't test me girl, it is I who should be making you the offers, though I be out numbered by you crew it will still be me who emerges the victor in this," replied Etype.

"Supercilious twit," stated Betty hates Veronica, attracting Etype's attention and causing him to charge at her in a wrath of fur. Betty H.V dived out of his way but he moved too fast and caught her arm with his claw leaving a long gash. She screamed out in pain, falling heaving onto her side. Vincent grabbed her and quickly pulled her to safety. Etype skidded to a stop on the deck and now turned to face Miss Blimey. He snarled briefly, his lip raising to reveal his yellowed but still sharp teeth. Miss Blimey stalked towards Etpye, the fury shining in her eyes as she glimpsed the blood dripping down her friend's arm.

"You've clawed your last you swine," She yelled, her cutlass at her side.

"I don't think so lass," he replied and the two came together in a mess of white, black and red. Betty H.V and Vincent watched on, their faces aghast for Etype was easily three times the size of Miss Blimey. Suddenly Etpye roared in pain as Miss Blimey's sword found it's way to his heart. Miss Blimey deftly stepped aside as Etype breathed his last and fell dead on the deck. Miss Blimey looked over at her friend and her man. They were sitting not far from where she now stood. Vincent was tending to the wound on Betty hates Veronica's arm.

"So who wants to clean up this lot," smiled Miss Blimey.

"Next time, we fight at their place, I hate cleaning up after the party," complained Betty H.V.

"Don't worry, I'll do it, I guess I owe you girls quite a favour," said Vincent.

"Yes you do, but I'm not going to make you clean this mess up on your own. I'll just call the Cadaver Cleans," said Miss Blimey.

"The what?" asked Vincent.

"The C.C. They show up quick smart when you call them and cart all the bodies away, wash away the blood, make things all nice again," explained Betty H.V.

"Wow, that's handy. Looks like you Pyrates have just about everything covered," laughed Vincent.

Continued in Part 8