⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...
[Last time...]
“I fancy this sent out to our post in Bahrain- roysh awah. There they can mustah it to Glasgow…”
“Aye Sairrr.” The Lieutenant replied as he saluted and took the message.
Once out in the hallway, he unfolded the message and read it…
“From the British High Command- Diego Garcia,
We have recovered a survivor of the Royal Scottish Frigate ‘Silverton’, one Junior Petty Officer- Spinny MacCullagh. Injured and in our care. He’ll be sent back to Britain on the first ship west. MacCullagh was wounded in a naval battle with rogue Arab Admiral- Husam of Aden. He also reports that his Captain, Joshua Gavin Slane, was killed in action. Status of the frigate Silverton -unknown.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~[Village of Elgol, Isle of Skye, Scotland…]
The Lord Mayor of Elgol sent word out to the widow Anice MacCullagh and Sally May Slane as soon as he got the spyug from Broadford. A special Royal Navy envoy from Glasgow was on his way with an important message…
[Cottage of Sally May...]
“But Sally, whit can it be?!” Anice asked with measured anxiety.
Sally May bit her lower lip as she poured the hot tea from the kettle into the small cups on the table…
“I don’t ken. But a special envoy is ne'er guid news…” She said solemnly as she sat down across from her good friend.
“Aye…I ken 'att all tay weel...” She said as her eyes went dark and she remembered that dreaded day when she was told of the loss of her husband, “But Sally…I’ve awreddy tint mah guidman Spinny!”
Sally May inhaled deeply and turned away for moment…
“Och, I’m sorry! Ahh didn’t meant to…”
“No, it’s alright Anice…I’m married tae a Keptin in th' Royal Scottish Navy. Nae one day goes by 'att Ah don’t fash yerse 'att he’ll be killed by some pirate ur cut doon by a cannon baa!” Sally said as she laid a kind hand on her friend’s arm...
“It’s th' life Ahh've chosen. Ahh hav nae regrets. It cannae be changed..."
“Well…maybe it’s guid news 'en? Mebbe th' ship has returned home early?”
“Mebbe…mebbe…”
The dark night hung silent on the windowsill of the cottage as the fire in the fireplace crackled. The two old friends said little more as they quietly awaited the morrow.
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Vocab fur lainlubbers:
ain (own)
beel (bell)
canty (happy)
diz (does)
donner (walk)
een (eyes)
fash yerse (worry)
gang (go)
gart (made)
glaikit (stupid)
hain (hand)
heel (hell)
hodden (cheap, common)
hoo (how)
jobby (shit)
ken (know)
lest (last)
loch (like)
mustah it (get it)
nae (no, not)
noo (now)
oot (out)
pooch (pocket)
reit (right)
roysh awah (right away)
swatch (look)
tay (too)
uir (our)
wabbit (tired)
yak (eye)
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Disclaimer: "Ahh'm nae a precious metals advisor, nor do Ahh wants ta be. Ahh'm jist a dedicated silvers stacker in search of hodden silver an' adventure! Any attempt ta paint me otherwise will likely get you rin-through!" - Keptin Joshua Slane ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~References: Pictures from: www.freeimages.com, www.pexels.com, pixabay.com, steemit.com, Wikipedia an’ www.google.com/maps. Data loosely interpretted froms: Wikipedia, an' sometimes finely crafted reit from th' author's extensiff personal experience an' such.