A: The Thunderchild

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Fred: That Christmas Eve, the Duchess had invited the crew to a party in the Palace. I had eaten too much, and when I returned to the ship, it was far too hot to sleep. So I was out walking the deck... a scraping sound over the side caught my attention, and when I investigated, I saw a small craft with lights out and muffled oars lying close alongside our ship. Clearly they were up to no good. I had to act fast. As quietly as I could, I took one of the Thunderchild anti-personnel grenade launchers from a rack on the deck, and used it to repel the saboteurs...

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B: Lighting Up The Night

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Fred: The gun was as long as I was tall, and it was everything that I could do to aim it... clutching it hard to keep from dropping it overboard, I hoisted it onto my shoulder, drew a wavering bead on my target, then held my breath as I squeezed the trigger.

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Fred: It made an interesting noise as it fired, a sort of SHAZAM! and half a second later, a blast of watery fire lit the night and knocked me over backwards. I cracked my head on the deck and I thought I'd been struck blind until I realized I'd lost my glasses. The deck swarmed with sailors. Captain Wylde herself dragged me roughly to my feet, threatening dire consequences if I had sunk a fishing boat... but when the recovery team brought in some rather singed insurgents, along with several undetonated mines they had affixed to the hull, her opinion of me changed markedly.