"It's—it's the Lulu Belle," he said, turning his head aside as if in shame.
"That's hardly a fit name for a pirate ship," Grandma told him, turning back to the televideo. "That's a sissy name."
"That's her name, and that's what it's going to—"
Grandma ignored him. "Hello, Commodore. This is Mrs. Omar Perkins on board the pirate ship Dirty Shame."
Lamps groaned audibly.
"Are you the one they kidnapped from the Kismet?"
"That's right, Commodore. And now I'm ready to go back."
"What are you doing at the microphone? Who's in command of the Dirty Shame?" The Commodore looked near apoplexy.
"I am, for the moment," Grandma told him. Lamps groaned again, this time louder. "And I want you to do me a favor. Please get Captain Fogarty on your long-distance video right away. I want to talk to him."
The Commodore screamed, "I'll do nothing of the kind! What have you done to the Faultless? What are those pirates doing?"