⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...Continued...
[Last time...]
He knew that the Corvette would fetch a pretty price in Youngstown as so few real vessels were available on the Great Lakes.
“Able Seaman Cve3!” The captain barked, “Prepaur tae drap anchur oan mah commain!”
“Aye Sairrr!”
(See: @joshuaslane/silver-adventures-captain-joshua-slane-28jl25-prepare-to-drop-anchor )
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[Leyla’s cabin…just south of Youngstown…]
Standing Officer Lupega dressed quickly as the young woman started to cook a simple breakfast. The smell of cornbread, bacon and eggs filled the cabin. Walking over towards her he greeted her with a smile. She returned it, saying nothing.
‘No more distractions, very well, I’m sailing under expert hands, so I’ll enjoy the surroundings…’ He thought to himself as he watched her.
Finishing her cooking, she carefully divided the food onto two tin plates and set them on the table.
“Come…you need to eat.”
Lupega nodded, realizing for the first time that he was famished…
They ate in silence, locking eyes from time to time. There was a subtle magnetism between them and they both felt it. After finishing the meal, Lupega set his plate aside and looked at her. Her beautiful brown eyes stood in stark elegance to the sparse environment.
“Leyla…how is it that you are here alone?” He asked quietly.
Hesitating a moment, it was clear that something tragic had occurred and a brief flash of pain flowed across her face. Then taking a deep breath, she spoke…
“My husband and I... settled here from Ankara. Life was hard but good.”
“Ankara?”
“Turkiye.”
“Turkiye?!”
“Yes…” She continued, glancing away a moment, “My husband was lost.”
Lupega’s eyes widened as he pondered the statement…
“Lost?”
“Yes… on a hunting trip…taken by the Seneca. His friends escaped. They trailed them for hours but dared not travel too close to their village.” She replied, staring off into space.
“How long ago?”
“Two years now…” She said with a sigh, “I’m sure…he must have…perished.”
Lupega glanced down a moment, his heart filled with compassion. It was hard not to realize that this could have easily been his fate as well.
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[In the forest…on the river trail…]
Commander Galligan ran as fast as he could down the trail heading north, but fatigue and stress were wearing him down. He became aware that the war cries and whoops of the Seneca were coming closer. The youngest and fastest of the tribe would be the first to over-take him!
Finally, in the bushes ahead he saw a patch of blue of one of the Silverton’s crewmen….
“Tar Hail!” He cried out.
Commander Kerrislravenhill stopped in her tracks!
“Galligan...Galligan?!” She yelled back.
”Aye!”
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📝 Note: "If th' Toor o' High Islain' has caught yer intrest, all o' me stoatin' adventures kin be foond by searchin':
Silver Adventures of Captain Joshua Slane
Oan yer 'Hife Search tool' an' sae forth." 😉 -Keptin
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References: - Pictures from: www.freeimages.com, www.pexels.com, pixabay.com, Hive.blog, Wikipedia an’ www.google.com/maps. Data also loosely interpretted froms: historica.fandom.com, Wikipedia, an' sometimes finely crafted reit from th' author's extensiff personal experience an' such.
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