⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Toor ay ???)...
[Last time...]
Suddenly the breast of the ill-fated man heaved and a garbled breath exhaled and then took in a fresh breath!
“He’s alive!”
“Let us run! We need to get father!”
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[Deep in the hull of the Silverton…]
The Captain quickly made his way down the stairs into the brig hallway with Warrant Officer Ickied right behind him…
“Stand aside, aw of ye! Make way!" He ordered as he went to Commander Galligan’s side and looked into the brig cell.
Inside, the Caporal Chief was as contorted as ever and the howling gurgle coming from his mouth was loud! The black, dusty vapor was now filling the area above him and extending closer to the front of the brig cell.
“Bloody hell! Hoow lang has he bin like thes?!" He asked as he eyed the spectacle with a keen discretion.
“Hee’s been getting’ worse by th’ minute Sairrr!” Galligan said.
“Aye, tis seems so bloody sudden!” Acting Lieutenant Errislravenhill added.
“Hmmm…..” The Captain grunted as he watched the site, “A garbled voice, a contorted body...a terrible black clood comin’ straight oot of heem...Hee’s got th’ Popobawa!" (See: 'Point of Intrest'... https://steemit.com/steemsilvergold/@joshuaslane/silver-adventures-captain-joshua-slane-30au19-the-close-call )
“Th’ what?!” Galligan asked in confusion as the gurgling grew louder.
“Th’ Popobawa! An evil spirit, a Shetani!”
“Permission ta cut hee’s hair Keptin Sairrr!!" Errislravenhill said she pulled her sharp sword out if its sheath and her heart pounded!
“Takin' aff his heed will do noo good! An' if ye git any of 'att black clood in yer breath, yoo'll be th' next one bowfin' an' barkin' likes th' devil's dog!" The Captain warned, “Clear th’ area! Stands back! Brings Warrant Officer Surgeon Hack doon here oan th’ double!”
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[On the north-east shore of Zanzibar Island…]
The two young boys came running back to the water’s edge with their father running close behind them. Reaching the body, they stopped and pointed down. Their father stooped down and looked at the beleaguered survivor…
“By Gawd! This man is a Sultan!” He affirmed as he looked at the royal jewels and golden necklace, “Quickly, bring me some fresh water and the juice of a lemon!”
The boys quickly turned and ran back to their village.
The man pulled some of the seaweed and sea slime out of the face of the stranger and saw that he had breath. Then he quickly removed a portion of his turban wrap and tied it tightly about the amputated hand. It was then that he noticed that the eyes of the injured man had opened!
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"Bloody hell! What a days! Fightin' with a Shetani and noow a rippin'-new Sell Cycle ta attends ta! Ahh needs ta find a place ta go ashores!"🤔 -Keptin
Toor suggestions so far:
Kragerø, Norway
Djibouti, Africars
"Two toor sugestions isnae nearly enough ta hav a vote! An' remembers, there's no place in th' whole wide warld 'att we cannot go! Test not yoor Keptin!"
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"Confused? Ascared? Seasick? Need a private chat with the Captain?" - joshua.slane@aol.com
References
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