Clockwork Cannonballs

The two powder monkeys turn winding keys. Whirring, clockwork cannonballs unfold into little, rotund mechanical men.

Grace smiles. “This will stop those pirates!”

“If they can be shot as a boarding party onto other ships, today they can retake our own!” Tom nods.


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