Dappa's adverting on something outside the window. Daniel turns round to see a taut manila line dangling vertically just outside – not an unusual sight in and of itself, but it wasn't there a few seconds ago. The stretched line shudders, tattooing a beat on the window-pane. A pair of blistered hands appears, then a broad-brimmed hat, then a head with a dagger clenched in its teeth. Then behind Daniel a tremendous FOOM while something unsightly happens to the climber's face – clearly visible through a suddenly absent pane. A gout of smoke roils and rebounds against the panes that are still there, and by the time it's cleared away the pirate is gone. Dappa's in the middle of the cabin holding a hot smoky shooting-iron.