### Rudder & the Boatswain Rudder puffed his furry, fish-stained mustaches. "Mm, yes. It shall be wonderful, I expect!" Leo felt he could safely rejoice, and he did so. "Mm, yes," Rudder grumbled. "Impeccably prepared nourishment is my specialty," he said, with a flourish of whiskers. "And who will ensure that the is galley stocked? That all my cooking apparatuses are maintained?" Leo felt a moment of defeat. "Might I suggest Tinker," rumbled Rudder. Leo felt a moment of victory. Then defeat again. "Who in Cat Storah is Tinker?" he asked. "Your future boatswain, I expect," chortled Rudder. "She's a lover of the water, too. A perfect fit, I expect. You'll find her among the falls between cove and hollow!"