“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane –07JA20- ‘My father manned-up two frigates, heavy with arms…’




⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...

[Last time...]

Hack’s eyes grew very intense and he began to nod his head slightly and yet he pressed on…

“An’ ‘en Joshua?!”
“She ...she looks up at me one lest time an' smiles… 'Er een ur soft an' kind likes normal... she tells me...she tells me, 'Go Joshua...find... yer faither! ...Ahh looves ye... Joshua!" He said with tearful eyes as he bent over and grabbed his knees, hugging them violently, “She’s…she’s deid! She’s deid!”

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[In the Captain's great cabin...]

The Captain seemed to lose himself in his pain. He held his knees with his hands and he bent over, head-down. Commander Galligan glanced up at Warrant Officer Hack as the terrible revelations settled on his mind…

“Aiblins we've gain far enaw?" He whispered to Hack.
“Nae, nae yit! We've got tae balance th' wrang in his mind!" Hack said as he lit a cigarette and took a long drag, letting it out in a large blue haze.
“Joshua…Joshua, kin ye hears me?”

There was a long pause and then in a voice that sounded like only half of the man they knew so well, he answered…

“Aye…Ahh hears ye…”
“Joshua, gang back…back tae th' schooner…the bad things ur ower noo. Teel me whit happened next?”

The Captain took a deep, long breath and straightened a little in his chair…
“Th' few sailors we had left got us doon tae th' port in Parham Toon...
They'd sent a spyug ahead an' warned of th' situation. Thaur was a large crowd at th' wharf, mony sad faces an' tears flowin'..." He said with eyes clenched shut.
“An' yer faither? Was he thaur?” Hack probed.
“Aye! An' Ahh ran athwart th' deck an' jumped ower th' rail when Ahh saw heem!"
“Whit did he say tae ye Joshua?"
“He said 'att he was terrible canty tae see me safe! An' 'att whoever did thes woods pay!" The Captain said as he clenched his fists again.
“Whit happened next Joshua?”
“Ahh…Ahh was sent innate toon wi' one of th' older kimers froms th' schooner. Mah faither had a conversation wi' th' sailors an' 'en...then as we was walkin' awa', Ahh saw them begin bringin' up th' bodies of th' deid!" The Captain said as he began to sob again.

Galligan put his hand on the Captain’s shoulder. His heart went out to him…wherever he was…

“Joshua…gang forward in time...what did yer faither dae in th' days 'att followed?" Hack continued.
“Thaur was funerals...thaur was sadness aw through th' toon...ain 'en..." He said as he hesitated.
“An’ ‘en?”
“’En mah faither manned-up tois frigates, wi' mony sailors an' heavy arms. He pit tae brine in fower days..."


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Vocab fur lainlubbers:

aiblins (perhaps)
athwart (across)
brine (sea)
canty (happy)
enaw (enough)
fower (four)
gain (gone)
gang (go)
kimer (woman)
nae (no)
wrang (wrong)

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"Confused? Ascared? Seasick? Need a private chat with the Captain?" - joshua.slane@aol.com

References: Pictures from: www.freeimages.com, www.pexels.com, pixabay.com, steemit.com an’ www.google.com/maps. Data loosely interpretted froms: Wikipedia, an' sometimes finely crafted reit from th' author's extensiff personal experience an' such.

Comments 1

😭 I sends me letter t' me mammy t' tell 'er "I loves 'er" in a corked Rum bottle.
It may take a wee bit o' time t' git there.
Maybe sooner than I gets me prize 2019 silver Steem Round.

08.01.2020 00:29