The mighty prow of Alonzo's ship soared high above the street as it drove ponderously along the street. Having steered itself into the left lane, the ship cheerily tore through traffic. Those too slow to flee their cars were crushed under the ship's relentless keel, passengers and all.

On the bridge, Alonzo relished in the grand nostalgia of captainship, happily aware of the dozens of lives he was destroying with every meter of progress he made. The feeling got him to thinking. All the while he had been mouldering and rotting in his prison, he had only thought of escape. He'd forgotten everythng-- the motivations of his crew, where he had buried his treasure, even the name of his boat. What [i]was[/i] the name of his boat? Alonzo decided to give it a new name, whatever its old one was.

"[color=aqua][b]All hands on deck,[/b][/color]" Alonzo called, "[color=aqua][b]we've been aboard this accursed tub for so long, even its name escapes me. Well, no more! From this day onward, we are all crewed aboard the [i]Revengeance[/i]! No longer will we suffer under the shackles of those too afraid to allow us our freedom, and those too proud to relinquish their goods! We will earn our rightful positions on Earth and on Hell! We shall have our revengeance, men![/b][/color]"

A rousing cheer came up from the crew, thrilled at the prospects of plunder in their immediate future. As they worked, they gossipped about glory and victory, and all the lovely shiny things they'd decorate their thrones with.

Somewhere between the smoking ruins of Fifth Street and the cratered mess that was Oak Boulevard, a demon driving a car drove by the ship.

"[color=khaki]Cap'n! Thar be a little fellow trying to catch our attention on the port side![/color]" cried First Mate Edwards.

"[color=aqua][b]Oh? What's it saying?[/b][/color]" said Alonzo, not taking his eyes off the wheel.

Edwards shrugged. "[color=khaki]Dunno, cap'n. 'E's a house-length away from us an' he ain't using semaphores. Your orders?[/color]"

"[color=aqua][b]Ah,[/b][/color]" Alonzo sighed, "[color=aqua][b]have the men shoot the little cretin from the deck. Maintain our course.[/b][/color]"

A trio of men dutifully brought their muskets to the side of the [i]Revengeance[/i] and began taking potshots at the low-riding demon. Though the muskets were hideously inaccurate, the men had nothing but time to practice their marksmanship, and a few stray bullets thudded into the car's windows. The [i]Revengeance[/i] sailed on. Alonzo was set to reach the city square within the next few minutes, and he would not be deterred by neither rain nor snow nor debauched demon drag-racing.