It must have been quite a sight as that big pirate ship came loose and ran aground during the hurricane. I'm glad I wasn't there.

And falling into a place where two seas met, they ran the ship aground; and the forepart stuck fast, and remained unmoveable, but the hinder part was broken with the violence of the waves.

Even loose cannons can alter the course of the ship.

Our show was this little pirate ship that somehow managed to slip into the Broadway harbor, so to speak.

Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. 'I am not a dog!' he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight.

Is this seat taken?” she asked him again, tapping on a chair at the table.
“That’s where my Rum is sitting. He is my guest!”
“But the bottle is in your hand, and not in this chair,” she spoke, pointing out the bottle.
“So, it is!” he answered, looking at his Rum. Then, looking back at her: “But he was invited to this party.