“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane –28NO19- ‘BOOM!’



⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...

[Last time...]

Boy Urie turned to Boy Uiltyparties and whispered, “What’s all th’ dither aboot sailin’ oot of sight of lain?”
“Ahh’m noot sures. But Ahh did hears th’ older cheils talkin’ aboot ‘Sea-Madness’…”
“Sea-Madness?! Blye me! Ahh hopes ta heel Ahh dornt git it!" Urie said with a worried look.
“Aye, me too.”

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[On the Silverton, one hundred and fifty miles west of Scotland…]
Two more days found the Silverton one hundred and fifty miles west of Scotland and all sight of land had long since fallen behind them. There was an eerie tenseness in crew as many stood on the main deck, gazing in all four directions and seeing nothing but water and grey sky. Under the direction of Seaman Landsman Wingsworld, Boys Evo, Ibbitingscience and Ival were busy on the starboard side, scouring all traces of rust out of the barrels of the nine pounders.

“Bludy heel! There's nae th' smallest speck of lain anywhaurs!" Evo said anxiously as he gazed north over the waters.
“Och aye, Ahh huvnae seen lain in tois days! It is a bit nerve rackin' isnae it?” Ibbitingscience replied as he honed the wick stack on the rear of the cannon.
“Mind what th' Keptin said mates!” Ival warned.
“I've forgotten awreddy!" Evo admitted in worry.
“He said... we're nae lost, there's nae brine monsters an' we're nae gonnae fall aff th' edge of th' earth!" Ival repeated from memory.
“'En wa dae Ahh feel sae gloomy?!" Ibbitingscience said solemnly.

Overhearing the despairing conversation, Wingsworld decided it was time to divert their thoughts…

“Avast ye loons! Nae mair of ‘att talk! Get oan with yer work!” he bellowed.
“Aye Sairrr!” “Aye, aye!” “Aye!”

[Arab village of Matemwe, Zanzibar Island…]
The Jinn looked with pride on his nearly finished war Dhow. Its tall bow and stern flowed in clean lines and the men were packing the plank gaps with moss and pitch.

“She is beautiful!” The Jinn said as he stood admiring his prize.

Amal looked at him with sad eyes. He was totally consumed with his building project and his mind was one-sighted…

“Will you leave me so soon?” She asked as she looked up at him.
The Jinn turned and faced her. He had not forgotten who had saved his life from the sea and the fever. His heart began to open as he looked into her beautiful brown eyes.

“You are in my heart Amal, nothing is going to change that.”
“And you are in mine…but you are consumed with this mission to defeat the traitor who abandoned you. There is much danger in this…” She said as she looked down and wiped a tear from her eye.

The Jinn reached out and pulled her to his chest as she looked up at him. Their lips touched in a heated burst of emotion and she then pulled away and buried her face in his chest…

“Why must you go?! Why must you fight?!” She sobbed in despair.
“Why? Because I am a changed man Amal! You told me so yourself many times.”
“Yes, but why leave?! We have a good life here in Matemwe. Stay, stay with me and forget this madness!” She whispered as she bit her lip and rested her head on his strong shoulder.
“Because Amal…I must right a wrong…” He said softly.
“And then what? More conquest and war?”
“No. Then I will send for you…” He said as he lifted her chin up to face him.
“Send for me?”
“Yes my love. When I am victorious, you will come to Seychelles…and be my queen!”

[On the Silverton, down in the chartroom…]
Commander Galligan and the Captain sat at the large chart table with a glowing lantern in front of them. On the table-top, the large blue chart lay flattened out before them…


“Nae one islain ur even sand bar fur th' next thoosain miles!” Galligan said in a worried tone as he stroked his beard, “Ur ye sure ye want tae sail due west Sairrr? Coods we nae tack north tae Icelain fur a coople of weeks of shair leave fur th' men?"
“Nae mucker. It's aw clootie oot fur due west an' kick th' arse of th' baw wave while yoo're at it! Ahh've got nae time fur parlays!" The Captain rejected sternly.

Galligan knew from experience that the Captain’s mind was made-up and no amount of discussion was going to change it. He took a deep breath and let it out. Just then, there was a loud boom that shuddered up from the lower hull of the ship!

The timbers shuddered and trembled as the impact of something large vibrated through the whole ship!

“What in bludy heel was ‘att?!!” The Captain said as he flung his chair back and stood up abruptly!

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"Ahh understands 'att thes is somethin' of a special days fur ye colonists! 'Turkey' ye say? Weel..wee's got nae turkey oan board. But... Ahh will haves Peg sit oot some extra stoaner-tack an' a dooble ration of plains!" 😉 -Keptin

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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 2

"Wou' anyone like me extr' plain?" 🥯

28.11.2019 10:40

"Haw! Haw! Haw!" 😆 -Keptin

28.11.2019 15:04