Chapter 2: Now This Is A Yacht
"So, that's your yacht." Kimber whispered.
Jessica looked from behind her sunglasses. Pizzazz's yacht was one in name only, as it bore a greater resemblance to a tall ship than a pleasure yacht.
"Where'd you get that?" she asked.
"Dad bought it before I was born." Pizzazz answered.
Pizzazz reached to her hip and produced a megaphone.
"Mr. Jetta, we are coming aboard!"
Kimber raised her hand.
"What's the ship called?"
"The Morrigan."
"Well, that's the last of the luggage. If you don't mind- I'm going to take a snooze." Jessica announced.
"You sure you don't want to come topside and watch us shove off?" Shana asked.
"I'm sure."
The Misfits stood on the deck in naval uniform, with Pizzazz sporting an admiral's cap.
"Mr. Clash, do we have the diving bell and submersible in the hold?" Pizzazz asked.
"Yes, Captain!"
"Mr. Stormer, aweigh anchor!"
Pizzazz reached for a walkie-talkie.
"Mr. Roxy, how are the engines?"
"Working."
"In that case- prepare to shove off!"
Pizzazz grinned as she approached the ship's wheel.
"To the Sea of Cortez!"
And with that, the Morrigan left the dock and began its voyage onto the open ocean.
"Mr. Jetta, give us a tune! We didn't buy that book of sea shanties for nothing!"
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
If wondering how Pizzazz can afford a diving bell and a submersible, repeat to yourself "it's just a show/I should really just relax."