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Jobs struggled with the puzzle, but he couldn't crack it. His mind buzzed with questions. How could Mo'Steel still be alive? How was he appearing in this environment? And why? Did he need their help?

The giant Mo'Steel took a few steps, lifted his dump-truck of a foot and kicked in the side of one of the British ships. Water rushed into the gaping hole, the ship flipped onto its side, and it started to go down. Cartoon seamen threw themselves clear of the sinking ship.

"Yay, Mo'Steel!" Edward hollered.

Jobs was smiling, too. It looked as if the giant Mo'Steel was there to help them -- not the other way around.

The Constitution rocked gently in the wake caused by Mo'Steel's steps. He was on the move again. Splashing over to another one of the British ships. This time he grasped the mainmast with one hand and pulled it loose. He threw the whole thing -- mast, sails, rigging -- into the ocean.

Now the entire group of ragged humans on the Constitution was cheering and shouting for Mo'Steel.

For the third ship, Mo'Steel bent his knees, lifted one end of the ship out of the water, and flipped it over.

"Yahoo!" Edward yelled.

"Mo'Steel, Mo'Steel, he's our man!" Roger Dodger yelled.

Mo'Steel grinned and shook his hands overhead like a prize fighter. Then he took a deep bow and began to recede back into the ocean like a genie slipping back into a bottle.

"Admit it," Jobs said. "The kid's got style." He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but everyone nodded.