"Are you REALLY going to use dynamite?" Peter asked excitedly as he watched Berwald cover the explosive bundle under a thin layer of sand "This is ever so exciting! Can I be the one to light it?"

"No."

"But why? I want to help!"

"Ya have helped," the sheriff assured him as he finished the thin camouflage coating "Without yer belly button navigation system we would've never been able t' figure out where th' captain was."

"Yes but I want to do something besides that!"

"Ya will. It's yer job t' watch Cutie 'nd tell her t' go back t' town if m' and Tino don't make it."

"But I want the job of lighting the dynamite!" Peter whined "Why can't I do it?"

"Because," the sheriff explained as he scooped Peter up and carried him over to the wagon "Yer too valuable. Like ya too much t' risk yer life like that."

Peter crossed his arms and turned away in a huff, though Berwald could see an ill-concealed smile on the child's face "Fine. I'll stay in the wagon."

"Ya better," Berwald set him down on the front seat of the wagon "Or 'm going t' let Tino dress ya th' way he was talking about last night."

"Oh no! Not the frilly lace collar! You two can really be a bother sometimes, you know that right?"

Berwald smirked internally as he turned away and walked back to the explosive trap he was assembling. He'd read that Captain Arthur had put a protective "bubble" spell around the top and sides of his ship, which meant they couldn't just have Tino start sniping at them from above. The bottom of the ship, however, was unprotected.

That's where the dynamite came in.

Berwald took the length of rope and started uncoiling it. They were presently positioned in a narrow pass between two tall rock cliffs. The plan was to light the dynamite so it would explode just as the ship was passing over it. The giant flaming hole in the bottom of the vessel would disrupt the protective bubble spell and make it possible for Tino to start sniping at what was left of the crew members.

The sheriff pulled out an old battered pocket watch and checked the time. They'd used the information in the hideout library to determine the ship's average velocity and were able to calculate the exact minute Captain Arthur would sail through.

Ya messed with th' wrong man's son, Pirate thought the sheriff as the approaching sand cloud came into view and he lit the rope leading to the pile of dynamite.

Meanwhile, in the captain's quarters...

"Would you care for more tea, Alfred-darling?" Captain Arthur asked the oil painting of Mayor Jones that he'd set on the chair across from him.

Oil painting: …

"Now really Dearie, you musn't drink so quickly! Oh you ruggedly handsome uncultured rogue..." Arthur sighed and gazed deeply into the American portrait's eyes. "Tell me you love me, won't you Freddie?"

Oil painting: ...

"How kind of you to say that the only thing more delicious than my cooking is my handsome unclothed form. Freddie, you know that there's nothing I like better than to make it hot for you-BLOODY CRUMPETS!" yelped Arthur as he dodged the ascending fireball and pulled his saber off the wall. "I don't know what ruffians just interrupted my teatime with a massive explosion, but rest assured that it is the last thing they will ever interrupt in their soon-to-end lives!"