⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...
[Last time...]
“Aye. It must hav. But it's aw’ abune mah pay grade..." Avedickeyyall said as he walked forward and grabbed a mainsail line and started to help with the rigging.
Ickied stood at the starboard rail and reflected on what was said. He didn’t like not knowing where the tour destination was and the more he thought about it, the more he worried as the smoke signals continued to billow up all along the northern shore. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~[On the Silverton...down in the Captain's chartroom...]
The Captain sat at the large table in the chart room finishing off the last few lines of his silver chart. Next to him, Boy Tipper sat on his stool, furiously chewing a wad of bubble gum and watching the Captain’s work intently. As Tipper began to blow a rather large bubble, the Captain eyed him with apprehension…
“Avast ye loon! Dae ye want tae contaminate mah wark with 'att blasted gob of goo?!”
“Och, sorry Sairrr!" Boy Tipper said quickly as he stuffed the bubblegum into his pocket and folded his hands on his lap with a smile.
The Captain grunted his approval and went back to his work…
“Blye me Loon! Nae sooner did th' sell cycle break than anither one is born!” He said in surprise as he studied the chart.
“Wills we be goin’ ashair Sairrr?!"
“Aye, Ahh wants tae strike while th' iron is hot!" The Captain said as he rolled up the chart and stood up, shewing the dog ‘Doug’ out of the way as he made for the door.
[Up on the main deck…]
“Yo! Ho! Anticosti Islain off uir portside baw!” Junior Petty Officer - Quartermaster's Mate At-Elvis’s deep voice rang out from the nest.
The Captain and Boy Tipper had just mounted the top stair when Junior Petty Officer - Caulker's Mate Errislravenhill and the Venezuelan sailor Arcybetancourt saluted him as he walked by…
“Wussatt?! Anticosti?!”
”Aye Sairrr! Less than ten miles sooth-west!" Att-Elvis called back.
“Braw as silver snails!" The Captain said as he made for the bridge.
Once there he began speaking to Commander Galligan, who then spun the ship’s big wheel a half a turn and the Silverton began to cut water towards the island.
“Thaur must be a new sell cycle in silvers, it looks like th' Keptin is preparin' tae put ashair." Errislravenhill said.
“Hahahaha mebbe Ahh got a wee dizzy froms th' vocabulary ur lexicon, is veery common fur me. But what woods life be withoot these moments of creatiff language?!” Arcybetancourt replied.
Errislravenhill gave her a curious look... then shrugged it off. The language barrier was obviously a problem...
Suddenly Commander Galligan’s voice rang out…”Tar Hail! Listen-up cheils!”
As the Commander came down to the main deck, the crew gathered around…
“Junior Petty Officer - Caulker's Mate Errislravenhill, prepars a boat fur shair! A scuttle crewman of yer choice, muskets an' swords an' a wee poke of silvers tae sell!" He ordered.
“Aye Sairrr! An' who will Ahh be sellin' tae Sairrr?" She asked.
“Thaur is a fort oan th' eastern shair. It's controlled by a Massachusetts colonist named William Phips. He has a wee silvers booth thaur an' has bin known tae be welcomin' tae traders."
“Thank yoo Sairrr!” Errislravenhill said as she saluted and walked towards the portside rail.
The island was rugged and with each minute that past it grew bigger on the horizon.
“Sae who will ye choose?” A voice behind her asked.
She turned around and there stood Junior Petty Officer - Caulker's Mate Ickied, his side still wrapped in white bandages…
“Yoo'd be mah first pick mucker, but ye need tae heal-up. Ye knows Ahh’m reit?" She said as she gave him a compassionate eye.
Ickied stood still for a moment and then nodded before walking off.
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Vocab fur lainlubbers:
avast (stop, cease)
ashair (ashore)
baw (bow)
braw (fine)
cheil (man)
gob (mouth)
loon (boy)
poke (bag)
scuttle (six)
tar hail (all assemble)
uir (our)
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