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“Thaur he is! Th' feckin' French thief!" He said as he slid his scope shut and grabbed the rudder again, “One more mile men! Give me your all and keep your muskets dry!”
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[In the longboat, pulling hard towards the west…]
It didn’t take long for the strong-armed crew to close the gap between the longboat and the Jalbut. At a quarter mile out, Commander Galligan ordered Lieutenant Errislravenhill and Acting Lieutenant Andofzara to stow their oars and take up their muskets!
They were still out of range, but Galligan was taking no chances on letting the Jalbut get out into the open waters of the Straits of Zanzibar where the wind grew stronger…
“Steady yer guns! Take yer aim an' fire at will! Mind ye th' distance!" He shouted.
Errislravenhill and Andofzara laid their muskets out on the starboard side of the bow and tried as best they could to put a range on the Talbot. The longboat lurched and rolled with every pull and any real effect of their guns would be negligible. But one effect would be sent home…fear!
Almost in unison, the two released their charges and the sharp crack of musket fire echoed across the sea!
[On the Jalbot…]
“What the fock was that?!” The Caporal Chief exclaimed in surprise as he jumped up and shielded his eyes from the sun as he gazed east.
“Sir! From the channel Sir!” The sergeant yelled as he pointed over their port side.
“What is that?!”
“A longboat Sir! Heavily manned!” The Sergeant replied urgently.
“What in the hell is a longboat doing way out here?!”
Just then, two more sharp cracks of musket fire sounded from the east!
This time, it was no idle annoyance. A quick, ripping sound above their heads revealed two small holes in the sail cloth!
“The swine! It has to be the focking Scots!!” The Corporal Chief cursed!
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"Ah...th' distant sound of Scottish musket fire! It's music to mah ears!" 😆 -Keptin
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🗝 Sassenach Vocabulary fur 'lain lovers':
afair (before), Ahh (I), aiblins (perhaps), anyain (anyone), arse (butt), 'att (that), aw (all)
bairn (baby), bark (news), barnie (fight), baur (bare), ben (through), bevvy (drink), boorichie (bunch), boss (empty), braw (fine), brine (ocean), bucky (wine)
caller (fresh), cannie (careful), ceilidh (party), cheil (man), clootie (cloth), coothie (friendly), crease (ass), cutie (short, quick, small)
dae (do), donner (walk), dunnae (do not), dug (dog),
een (eyes), enaw (enough),
fa (who), funay (funny)
gang (go), gart (made), gezz (give), gin (gun), glaikit (stupid), gob (mouth), greit (cry), grin (ground), guttin (hungry)
haur (here), heem (him), hen (girl)
kent (knew), kinn (know)
law (low), loch (like)
mah (my), mair (more), min' (mind), mingin (filthy), mirk (dark), moggie (cat),
onie (any), oot (out), ootwith (outside)
poke (bag), pure (really),
radge (mad, dangerous),
Sassenach (Highland English), scran (food), shair (shore), skitin' (drinking), spick (speak), strang (strong), stoaner (hard, tough), stoat (excellent), swatch (look)
thes (this), thrang (busy), toon (town), tossel (private part)
ur (are, or),
wa' (why), wabbit (tired), waesucks (horror, pity, or sorrow), wee jimmy (young boy), whieest (quiet), wooldnae (wouldn't),
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