⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...Continued...
[Last time...]
Bleujay smiled at his boyish obsession, “You don’t like being late do you Bitcoinman?”
“No, and I’m here!” He answered with a grin.
Bleujay always appreciated the high level of comradery that was shown amongst the officers. She loved the Frigate Silverton and its crew, and felt lucky to be assigned to her. She also instinctively knew that they all would need that comradery to get through their current dark and mirky time.
(See: @joshuaslane/silver-adventures-captain-joshua-slane-07jl25-now-or-never )
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[South of Youngstown...]
Commander Galligan stopped a minute in a small clearing to let the group catch their breath. Breathing heavily, they all took in the fresh scent of white cedar as they cleared their heads.
“Can you see what I see??” Warrant Officer Pocketechange said looking up through the opening in the trees.
“Groober!” Able Seaman Trayan exclaimed in surprise.
“I'd find Groober more dependable with mail then Canada Post!” Commander Kerrislravenhill replied with a smile as she held out her arm and the big bird landed in a flutter of feathers.
Carefully untying the parchment, she handed the message to Galligan. He read it to himself and then gazed off to the south. Kerrislravenhill lifted her eyebrows in question…
“The Keptin’s getting impatient. I need to send him an update…” Galligan said as he pulled out a pencil stub and wrote on the backside of the parchment…
Rolling the parchment back up, he then quickly launched Groober back into the air and in a flurry of flapping, the bird disappeared through the forest canopy above.
“We gotta’ move!” Galligan ordered as he struck out south on the trail in great haste.
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Able Seaman Lupega’s heart raced! Glancing left, he saw the movement of his captor close behind. Glancing right he saw the rushing current of the river.
‘Two steps!’ ° ° ° ° He thought desperately before making his decision!
Then in a quick lung, he ran off the trail and dove through the air! With one great splash, the river swept over his head and whisked him away in its powerful current!
“Aieeeeee! Pashawa!” The trailing warrior yelled as he ran to the bank of the river and visually scowered the current.
Nothing was to be seen...
Meanwhile, Lupega held his breath and let the current take him! With his hands tied before him he finally started to ‘dog-paddle’ to get to the surface. Once, twice, three times he came up short as the strong current pulled him back under!
Finally, in a decisive thump, he found himself lodged on a fallen log and desperately pulled his head above water!
With burning lungs and three short coughs, he sucked in the sweet air of life and clung to the log in a desperate attempt to stay afloat!
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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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"Confused? Ascared? Seasick? Need tae gab with th' Keptin?- Skelp th' 'Reply' button muckers!" - Keptin
📝 "Remember maties, bein' crew oan th' mighty Frigate Silverton ⛵ is a sure cure fur loneliness! We sail together...ur nae at aw!" 🙌🏼🤝👲🏼🥷🏼👩🏼🍳👨🏼🔧👨🏼💼🧑🏼🎨🧕🏼🤵🏼♂️🤵🏼♂️🦹🏼💁🏼🙋🏼♀️👩🏼🍳🤴🏼👮🏼♂️💂🏼♂️🕵🏼👨🏼⚕️ 😉 -Keptin
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