“It had been a good few days for the Nomads. Their last encounter with the rat people had left many good parts on the field and Sebastian had been frantically stitching these together to make a new toy to please the master. The re-death of Greedy Gav hadn't had the anticipated negative effect on morale that had been predicted and all was going well. Apart from the moaning. And the smell. And the unusual meal times.

The team had wandered along the coast in search of new recruits and found themselves a short distance from the settlement of El Kalabad. The coaching staff eagerly stopped, anticipating a warm fire and a quiet night with their cross-stitch but a sail on the horizon put paid to that idea.

"What ho boys," came the cry from the vessel and a ball arced through the air, fired from a cannon and landed in Qut's face, knocking them to the floor. "Fancy a kicking?" Sebsatian smiled, his creations were never one to back down.”