The Cats were hiding in the shadows waiting for the right moment, and it looked like that moment was fast approaching.
The cabin crew were unwinding after returning to shore, and the boat was untended. Oscar was the first to make his move and crept out from behind an old left hand drive Fiat Punto displaying German plates. Samson was close behind as they edged along the jetty until they were in leaping distance of the boat.
Suddenly the door of the ale house flung open, Samson and Oscar froze on the spot as a shattered glass came hurling through the open door closely followed by Jimmy Evans, who landed with a thud on the seat of his pants.