Things calmed down, as they do, and I listened sympathetically to Roger bemoaning the theft of his best underwear and shirts. All the same, I told him if he touched mine, I’d break his fingers, and I meant it. Finally it was time to meet Steve for dinner, and just as I opened the cabin door, the cat, being chased by a small blond pirate, who in turn was being chased by three adult pirates, went running by, screaming, “Wait! Wait! Stop!” and/or “Avast ye scurvy slug!” They all made the turn and disappeared. Steve’s door opened a crack, and one eye peered out. “Is it safe now?” he said.