⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...Continued...
[Last time...]
“Aye Sairrr!” The Warrant officer replied as he spun the big wheel and the ship heaved slightly to starboard as she made a beeline for the fast approaching sloop, “Lit’s gang- Pimp!”
The Captain wrinkled his brow and turned a scrutinizing eye on the Warrant Officer…
“Wussatt…?”
“Och! Errr, naethin’ Sairrr! Jist thinkin’ ootloud!”
“Hmmmm…..”
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[On the Silverton…upper gun deck…]
A bit of celebration broke out in the ranks of the gunnery crew as they saw that two of their shots had ‘struck home’…
”Tois, fower, a scuttle, aicht, which fort will we obliterate?! Torontae!!” Standing Officer Gunner Ironshield yelled out to a loud approval from his crew.
Suddenly, the voice of Lieutenant Kevmcc rang out from the stairwell, “Stain doon! Stain doon!”
Ironshield’s smile quickly left his face as he cocked his head to one side in disbelief!
“Bludy heel, we jist struck them squaur oan an' Ahh’ve got anither volley primed an' ready tae fire!” He called out in frustration.
“Stain doon! Keptin’s orders!” The lieutenant yelled back.
Able Seaman Bleujay stood next to the still smoking sixteen pounder and gazed out of the open gun door, “Anyone have a spy glass?”
“Ahh’ve got one…” Cockpit Mate Pocketechange replied as he handed the scope to her.
“What do you think? Friend or Foe?”
Ironshield gazed out the nearest gun window…” Part o’ their wall is doon…ain a twintie poonder is lost…maybe th' Keptin is sparin' ‘em bluid…”
“Ahh’ve seen it happen before…” Petty Officer Ruth-girl remarked, “He’s a staine stoaner cheil but a kind heart inside!”
[At Fort Toronto…]
Chaos reigned high on the east wall of the fort. The stockade wall and gun platform under the first big gun had collapsed! On the ground, the still smoking mussel of the gun billowed out grey smoke and beneath it’s massive weight the body of the fallen gunner lay unseen. Many of the soldiers on the east wall gunnery crew were jumping down to the ground in fright and running as the next volley was expected at any moment…
“Cowards! Get back on your gun stations!” (Translated) Colonel Berengar yelled out in anger. With his hat in his hands he waved down Lieutenant Mareau…”Lientenant! Get those men assembled and back on the wall! Now!”
“But Sir, we’ve got wounded here?!”
Berengar stammered and slapped his hat back on, his mind a muddle as to what to do next…
“The ship is turning Sir, maybe she’s holding off?!”
Berengar gazed out across the big lake and saw that the frigate had indeed tacked east. Never having actually seen battle himself before, his heart failed him and he relented…”Alright…call up the medics...”
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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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