⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...Continued...
[Last time...]
‘Bring th’ pirate Ripper back! Kill th’ lackey!' ° ° ° °
The order sent chills down his spine as he glanced over at Fard who was tied to the post beside Ripper. Fard was breathing heavily in fear and his leg was bleeding profusely…..
‘Kill th’ lackey……kill th’ lackey….’ ° ° ° °
The words replayed over and over in Galligan’s mind as sweat poured down off his furrowed brow!
(See: @joshuaslane/silver-adventures-captain-joshua-slane-17jl25-kill-the-lackey )
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[Outskirts of Youngstown...]
Deep brown eyes…filled with compassion. Dark, flowing hair, bound by a headscarf made of rough wool. Lips of rose-petal hew, soft and inviting…
‘An angel?’, ° ° ° ° He wondered as he gazed through half opened eyelids, ‘It must be an angel?’ ° ° ° °
A slender young woman, not yet in the third decade of life, knelt silently beside him. Little by little the glow of a wood fire manifested itself as Able Seaman Lupega’s eyes came fully open...
He felt a cool press of a wet rag on his forehead and he tried feabily to raise his head…but then let it fall back again, shaking slightly and burning with fever. He looked at the young woman’s face and his heart beat faster. He tried to speak… but no sound came out of his mouth. Then, with a soft touch of a slender forefinger against his lips, the young woman advised him not to try to speak.
‘I must have died…’ ° ° ° ° He pondered silently, ‘Heaven’s gate… the Lord’s sentry?…it must be…am I fighting for my life?’ ° ° ° °
In an almost imperceptible attempt to roll onto his side, he was stopped by a firm hand placed gently on his chest. Lupega gave up all effort…
‘We'll see…how it ends…’ ° ° ° ° He thought, ‘I think this is…already decided…’ ° ° ° °
With this last thought, sleep overcame him and the vision disappeared back into darkness.
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[Seneca Village…]
Commander Galligan pulled his dagger away from Ripper’s neck and quickly cut the tether binding his neck to the upright post. Ripper looked up at him for moment, still glassy-eyed with fear…
“I guess I’d rather hang than be skinned alive by squaws with broken clamshells!” He said, half to himself and half to Galligan.
“Sairrr?” Commander Kerrislravenhill whispered, holding her Damascus blade in her hand, “This one is not speaking…”
Galligan glanced over at the third prisoner. His eyes were still distant, even when he turned toward them…
“Can you crawl mate?” Galligan whispered to the man.
The man swallowed slowly as if pondering the question. Finally in a slow-motion nod that wasn’t all too convincing, he complied.
Galligan took a deep breath before speaking, letting it all out in a silent release. Fard’s eyes followed his every move as he struggled to keep his composure.
“Kerrisl, move out…get these two men back to the group and head north as fast as you can!”
“Leave you here Sairrr?!” Kerrislravenhill asked with questioning eyes.
“Kerrisl, move out!” Galligan ordered firmly.
She nodded silently and quickly helped the third man crawl over to Ripper. With their hands bound, the two men made their way into the bushes with Commander Kerrislravenhill right behind them.
Fard shook like a leaf as Galligan stared at him with dagger in hand.
“You…you can’t leave me!” Fard pleaded, “I’ll shout! I’ll bloody well scream if you do... an' the Seneca will have us both for sport!”
A flash of anger swept across Galligan’s mind like a tsunami! His eyes burned red and his hand tightened instinctively on the handle of his dagger.
“By Gawd…I’ll…I’ll scream sailor!” Fard warned again in a shaky voice!
A million thoughts erupted in Galligan’s mind, ‘He’ll never make the trip…he’ll slow us down…he’ll cause alarm…he’ll scream!’ ° ° ° °
In one swift lung and a lightning-fast swipe, Galligan’s dagger sliced through the man's neck, severing his windpipe!
Instantly Fard’s eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped over to his side, his life’s blood gushing out onto the ground around him!
The bushes beside him trembled slightly... and the Commander was gone.
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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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