⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...Continued...
[Last time...]
"Boggin heel Joshua!" He said quietly in a worried tone, his weathered face showing his emotional pain.
Taking a quick drag on a cigarette, he sized up the situation...
(See: @joshuaslane/silver-adventures-captain-joshua-slane-26oc25-boggin-hell-joshua )
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[On the Silverton…bridge deck…]
“Should we pull the dagger out?” Grateful everyday asked with great anxiety.
“No, not here…” Hack said as he pulled the captain’s eyelids open momentarily and then wet his finger and held it under the captain’s nose...
“He’s breathin' steady…but he’s tint a lot o’ bluid. He’s nae sprin' chookie anymair! Gently noo, git heem oan th' stretcher!”
With six strong sailors lifting the stretcher, they slowly made their way down the bridge stairs. As they carried him towards the galley stairs, the group of stunned officers followed close behind..
“What a privilege and honor to serve in the Royal Scottish Navy, Sairrr…” Lieutenant Bleujay whispered in a choked voice as they passed on by.
“I’m here Keptin…” Standing Officer Bitcoinman murmured softly...
Reaching out with a consoling touch, Commander Kerrislravenhill put her hand on Bleujay’s shoulder,
“Don’t worry mate, he’s been through worse! If anyone can pull through this it’s Joshua!” With that, she quickly made her way down to sickbay to assist.
'What a happening.....let's be thinking of the Keptin and Hack at such a time as this!' °°°° Bleujay lamented in her thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, Galligan nodded and said, “Until the Keptin is back on his feet, I’m taking full command of the ship!”
A deafening silence fell on the crew. Dismay, fear and even desperation painted their faces in a grim portrait.
“Bart will pay!” Able Seaman Tamaralovelace said to herself angrily.
“Oh…feels lonely…” Standing Officer Trayan said in confusion.
Though the current was against them, the stiff northerly wind easily overcame it and in minutes the frigate Silverton was a half mile south of Youngstown and the shouting and yelling from the town had all but faded away. Galligan stood near the rear rail of the bridge and gazed northward. His mind was a torrent of thoughts.
‘How did it come to this?’ °°°° He thought silently in a tortured circle of worry.
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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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