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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