All hands on deck, ye land lubbers! Battle stations! Glory Be be headed for Davy Jones' locker 'cordin' to some scuttlebutt we come acrost .... oh no, belay that, our mistake, 'tis only a wee bit o' a side journey she betook herself acrost the stars for a fair bit o' rocket ridin', she be fine, tain't nothin' arter all.... as ye were, ye scurvy rats!