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[Last time...]
After the men left, Bluejay turned to face the Commander, “Do you think it will play out as the captain says Sairrr?”
“I've crossed paths with Captain Bartholomew before. I’d like to ask him what business brings him over from plucking fishing boats off the coast of Africa…"
“Hmm, aye, it’s a queer change of career goals!”
(See: @joshuaslane/silver-adventures-captain-joshua-slane-19se25-balls-or-no-balls )
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[In the river Niagara…]
The moonlight glistened on each ripple in the river’s current giving a surreal glow to the water.
“We are lucky to belong to the powerful frigate, well at least I feel lucky!” Standing Officer Lupega said as he held Leyla’s head above water, “Wow, excellent movements. I love it, I remembered a girl who told me Felipe, what a way to move when dancing Hahahaha, well at least she's not complaining, it seems she likes my way of dancing, in fact I love to dance!”
His small talk didn’t do much to keep Leyla’s mind off of the wolves however as she followed the dark shadows along the river’s edge with her eyes.
“Lupega, they’re following us!” She blurted out.
“I know they are…”
“But…we can’t stay in the water forever!” She replied in a frightened voice.
It was then that Lupega saw the log just ahead, and on top of it stood the tall figure of the lead wolf, his muzzle lifted menacingly!
“Don’t worry Leyla! It's going very well! I know what to do!”
With that, he turned her towards the eastern bank of the river, keeping her eyes from seeing the waiting wolf.
“We will cross over! They will not swim the river in this current!” He said with his mouth close to her ear and his free arm stroking hard for shore!
[On the Silverton…main deck…]
Standing officer Trumpman stood next to the portside rail with one hand on the butt of his pistol in his belt…
”!pimp!” He mumbled nervously as he carefully watched a small group of armed men from the tree line move towards the ale pub.
“I wonder why so many armed men are showing up from the south…” He said absently.
“It is strange isn’t it Sairrr?” Petty Officer Trayan replied as he too watched the movements.
“Woohoo! A little too strange mate! Go down and get Standing Officer Tamaralovelace, she’s got keen eyes!”
“Aye Sairrr.”
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It didn’t take long for Tamara to jog up the galley stairs and join him…
”Sairrr, you called for me?”
“Aye, you’ve got sharp eyes, what do you make of that gathering of men near the tree line - …!pimp?”
Tamara squinted as she locked her eyes on the shadowy shapes. One tall one in a long coat seemed to be giving orders to the others and their numbers seemed to keep growing.
“Blimey! Some folks just keep coming! They’re traders. I think the tall one is the one they call Black Bart…”
“Hmm, …!pimp!, Black Bart! I overheard the other officers mention that name.”
“Why are they all carrying muskets along their sides?” Tamara asked as she watched.
“Muskets and no silver chests…!pimp! That’s the question isn’t it? Better go down and tell Commander Kerrislravenhill.”
“Aye Sairrr!”
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Commander Kerrislravenhill had just put out the lantern and closed her eyes when the knock at her door came…
“Bloody hell! No rest for the wicked!” She cursed as she tossed off her blanket and sat up to relight the lamp, “Who is it?!”
“Standing Officer Tamara Sairrr…”
“Come in!”
The news of the ever-growing group of armed traders on the wharf was not surprising to Kerrisl, her eyes narrowed as she spoke…
"I reckon that Captain Bartholomew needs a big score to solidify his leadership of the Fancy. While five thousand silvers can make attract any pirate's attention, Bart is a tactician and thinks beyond just the silver. I'm not sure but I think it has much to do with Seneca territory and folk of Youngstown. The Keptin has his own hunch. Whatever that is, I know it's more than five thousand silvers that he's interested in."
Tamaralovelace’s eyes grew wide, “So the captain knows something is afoot?”
“Aye he does, and he’s not sitting here flatfooted! My advice is for you to get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow you will need all your wits!”
Black powder reek is th' thick, white reek produced when black powder, gart o' charcoal, sulfur, an' saltpeter, is ignited. It is characterized by a distinct taste o' sulfur an' steam an' aft smells o' charcoal. Thes reek is a byproduct o' uncombusted carbon an' th' salts formed from th' inorganic components in th' powder, creatin' a noticeable residue an' cloods 'att reduce visibility.
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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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