Basil’s hand flew to his chest where his shirt had been unbuttoned, touching the area near his heart where the bullet had pierced his skin yet not even feeling so much as a scratch. His face flushed in anger at remembering how Ray had shot him. However, only one person mattered to him right now. “Where is Amber?”
Dawson’s ears folded and he sighed sadly. “I’m afraid Captain cel Rau took her, along with Ray. Though it looked as if Ray went of his own accord-” The doctor was cut off abruptly as Basil leapt up from the hammock and ascended the stairs, rushing onto the deck of the ship. Dawson hurried to keep up with him as the younger mouse stormed into Ratigan’s cabin, startling his first mate Bill as the two were consulting a map. “What the blazes-?!” Ratigan muttered, not used to crew members bursting into his quarters unannounced. Flicka, who was curled up inside a birdcage sitting on a side table nearby, looked up at hearing Basil’s voice and chittered happily.
“How long until we