⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...Continued...
[Last time...]
He cried out in pain as he smashed the fiery stick over the animal’s head, driving it back for a moment, “Leyla, can you swim?!”
“I cannot!” She cried out in terror.
“Then it is a good time to learn!” Lupega shouted as he turned and shoved her into the river current and then dove in behind her!
(See: @joshuaslane/silver-adventures-captain-joshua-slane-12se25-wolves )
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[On the Silverton…Captain’s Cabin…very late that night…]
Commanders Galligan and Kerrislravenhill sat quietly to the right of the captain’s desk, while Lieutenant Gratefuleveryday and Warrant Officer Bleujay sat to the left. The captain sat with his hands folded in front of him.
“Gentlemen…Ahh fears th' warst may happen tha' moorns night. …” He said soberly.
“The worst Sairrr?” Galligan asked, leaning forward slightly.
“Aye. We must be prepared fur radge violence efter th' auction closes!”
“Why Sairrr?!” Kerrislravenhill added quickly.
“Black Bart!” The captain replied bluntly as he got out his pipe, packed it full and lit it. Soon the upper room of the great cabin held a ceiling of blue smoke that seemed to form a barrier of secrecy between what was being said in private and what was known outside the great cabin.
“I think it bodes well for us as a whole…” Bleujay added in deep thought.
“Hoo sae Bleujay?” The captain questioned, taking a long drag on his pipe.
“Well Sairrr, we have the edge, you know what he is up to. But... what exactly is he up to Sairrr?!” She asked with a concerned look.
“Bart wulnae win th' auction…” The captain surmised, “He wulnae pit onie silver oan th' wharf…”
“No silver? Then why is he here?” Kerrislravenhill asked.
“Regardless o’ who wins…”The captain said, setting his pipe down…” He aims tae raid th' booty jist as we begin tae load it oan th' ship!”
"Blimey!" Gratfuleveryday remarked as he pondered the thought.
"Noo listen canny..." The captain said as glanced at each officer, one by one...
"Ahh loch poems- most times. Especially wi' a mug o' ale. Sae haur is jist a bit o' one. Can ye guess it's maker? (1.0) Hife tae he who names th' correct poit!" 😉
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"Tois roads diverged in a yella' wood,
Ahh’m sorry Ahh coods nae travel baith
Ain be one traveler, lang Ahh stood
Ain looked doon one as far as Ahh coold,
Tae whaur it bent in th' undergrowth;"
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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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