⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...Continued...
[Last time...]
Meanwhile, down below, the group of traders milled around the wharf far longer than the other groups. There was quiet talk and a nodding of heads. The tall man in the center in the long leather coat was giving instructions and motioning at the French Corvette.
From high in the captain’s cabin, Joshua took a long draw on his pipe as he watched…
“Black Bart! Nothin’ guid wull comes o’ thes!” He murmured to himself as he kept a watchful eye, “Ance a pirate, alwa’s a pirate!”
(See: @joshuaslane/silver-adventures-captain-joshua-slane-05se25-what-was-that )
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[On the Silverton…late in the evening…]
“Check heem ower an' lit me ken yer assessment in th' morn.” The captain said as he turned towards the door of Sick Bay.
“Aye Joshua…” Hack replied as he took a long draw on his cigarette and exhaled a large cloud of smoke that quickly filled the room.
In front of him, sitting quietly on the examination bench was the silent stranger they had rescued from the Seneca village. His eyes still had the same expressionless look, his demeaner subdued.
“Hoo lang has he bin loch thes mates?” Hack asked as he flicked his ashes off onto the oak plank floor.
“Ever since we found him Hack.” Commander Galligan replied with arms folded as he sat on a chair against the far wall.
“Nae wuirds?”
“No, none at all.” Commander Kerrislravenhill replied as she sat next to Galligan.
“Hmmm…shock mebbe….” Hack mumbled as he shoved one of the man’s sleeves up, exposing his full left arm.
Scars covered his skin ranging from cuts to burns to deep bruising of muscle tissue.
“Poor dobber!” Hack said gazing at the arm, “Tortured…ain tortured lang! Damn those savages- th' Seneca make a sport o’ thes!”
Kerrislravenhill swallowed hard as she gazed at the evidence.
“Weel, let’s check heem oot noo…”.Hack continued, taking another long draw on his cigarette and blowing a cloud of smoke directly into the stranger’s face...
“Aha! Ahahahuh!” He coughed as he shielded his eyes.
“Hmmm….” Hack mumbled, “His sense o’ reek is fine…”
Then with a quick cupping of his hands he cuffed the man on both sides of the head, sending him recoiling backward with a moan!
“Hearing’s braw, naethin' wrang wi' hee's lugs…”
Then picking up a surgical knife, Hack bought it close to the man’s face and darted the blade towards him. The man flinched and once again jerked back away from him.
“Yak sight is braw, naethin' wrang wi' his eyes…”
Galligan wrinkled his brow slightly as Hack then withdrew a long surgical needle…
“Swatch haur cheil, ower haur!” Hack said quickly holding his right hand in the air above and waving it.
Just as the stranger glanced up, Hack stuck the needle deep into the man’s right thigh!
He grimaced in pain as he grabbed his leg. But this time he responded differently. With a lightening fast move he grabbed Hack’s arm in a strong grip, preventing another poke of the needle!
“Hawhaw! That’s it mucker! Defend yerself!” Hack exclaimed with a grin,
“His feelin' is braw- naethin' wrang wi' his nerves…”
Kerrislravenhill grimaced as she watched the examination and hoped it was near an end…
Then Hack tossed the needle back onto the surgical tray and stared straight into the man’s eyes…
“Listen tae me mate…”He started forcefully, “Yoo’re nae longer in th' Indian village! Yoo’re safe noo an' ye needn’t fash yerse aboot th' savages onie longer…do ye hear me Laddie?!”
The stranger blinked twice.
“Ahh want ye tae think back, back afair ye waur captured…”
The man looked down but showed no outer change.
“Think back Laddie, back tae bein' free, back intae th' forest, huntin' ur fishin' ur whatever ye waur daein', back…back…..”
Suddenly the man’s eye’s lit-up for a moment and mumbled something just out of hearing range.
“Wussat?! Whit did ye say Laddie?! Whit ur ye seein'?!” Hack continued, taking another long drag on his cigarette.
“Ley…Leyl…….”
“That’s it! bring it oot, git it oot!”
“Leyl…..Leyla!” The man blurted out and glanced up with a light in his eyes.
“Leyla?!” Hack said nodding, “That’s reit, Leyla! She’s yoo’re Lassie?"
Slowly…ever so slowly the man took a deep breath and a tear splashed down out of his right eye, “Leyla!”
Hack looked over at Galligan and nodded silently. Galligan returned the gesture.
“Teel me Lad…” Hack continued closing the distance between them a bit, “What’s yer name?!”
After three very deep breaths, the man looked him straight in the eyes and said, “OMER!”
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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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