A ship lost in the desert: What happened to the sailors of the Ayesha? (Part 3-Final part)

Hellmuth Von Mücke (1916).
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We left the sailors surrounded by sharks, and with only one boat left, remember? But fortunately, despite all the sharks, every men was rescued and crammed into the remaining boat. The boat was so low in the water than to prevent it from sinking every non essential had to be thrown overboard, including provisions and water. After 3 tortuous days of more sailing, they finally arrived to Kunfiddah(currently it´s called the port of Jizán). There, in a tea house they met a retired turkish official called Sammy Bae, and his young arab wife. They had been stuck there for weeks. They learned that the sea to the north was blocked by warships, and that the british were secretly providing the arabs with rifles for an uprising against the turks. The bedhouin tribes were still independent and in disarray, but it was only a matter of time before the whole of arabia would rise against the Ottoman Empire. The sailors understood that they had to leave at once, but the route towards the railway crossed Holy Land, which was closed to Christians, and could prove fatal. However they had 50 men, and 4 machineguns... they might just do it. After their fellow seamen Kyle died of malaria, they honored him and buried in a grave and then decided to move on.

A caravan through the desert. Not actual picture, illustrative purposes.
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Camels were bought for the march across the desert, and off the caravan of sailors went. But they had never been in camels before and the weird motion of the camels made some men "land sick" for the first time in their lives. Nevertheless, they rode for more than 12 hours a day. Sammy Bae and his young wife were exceptional guides through the desert, but when they arrived to the region where the railway was supposed to begin, they didn´t know they were walking into big trouble. Mecca, the arab capital city, was also the center of the resistance. The Emir of Mecca supported the uprising, and viewed himself as future king of all the land that would be taken from the Ottomans. His elder son was receiving weapon shipments from the british, while the younger son favored the kidnapping of important Ottoman diplomats to force them to negotiate.

Machine gun, WW1. Source

One of these machine gunners, Leutenant Schmidt, received a shot in the stomach, and was carried to the back, but he died soon after. A massive sand dune and the sailor´s machine gun fire was all that kept their agressors at bay. After half an hour, and once a scouting party from the sailors, made of 5 people arrived at the top of the dune, their unkown agressors seemed to withdraw. Pinkert, who was amongst the scouting party, had been a former Legionnarie, so he had experience in desert fighting. He returned to their men with a capured british rifle, it was now clear that the attackers were not bedhouins, as they were exceptionally well armed and highly organized.
On the second and third day after the incident, it was clear that the enemy was shadowing them, and some shots were fired to drive away their scouting parties. This enemy was also patient. Were they waiting for the sailors to run out of ammo? Their water was also running low, their position was desperate. Suddenly, 2 finely dressed men appeared from behind a dune. They wanted to negotiate. Von Mücke went towards them. One was dressed in expensive european clothing, he translated for them. Abdullah, the Emir´s son had sent them.

With his army´s might he "forced" the bandits to flee, he said. The sailors were distrustful because they didn´t heard of any shooting that was not done by them, but decided to accompany the envoys to the Mecca. How could they afford not to? They arrived to Abdullah´s camp on the outskirts of the Mecca, a well fortified camp in which hundreds of bedhouins rested, all armed with british rifles, just like the one Pinkert captured. Even though they were greeted as friends, sometimes the sailors could hear them talking and plotting behind their backs in a dialect they didn´t understand. Abdullah promised them safe passage to the port of Mecca. But everytime the sailors tried to explore the camp surroundings, a bedhouin unit cut them off and "respectfully" explained that they were not to wander off alone, "it was not safe". They realized they were in fact prisoners, but the arabs didn´t know that the sailors knew that. Since they had some freedom of movement inside the camp and around Mecca´s port, they sent Pinkert to secretly hire a boat with a good pilot who could smuggle them out of there.

When Abdullah left to Mecca to see his father, the sailors seized the opportunity and sailed off the very same night. To their surprise, even though it was night, the sea was pretty deserted, no british gunboats, no searchlights, no anything. Von Mücke was unaware that he had just damn good luck, and in the meantime the British had taken their ships to the Mediterranean for a landing on Turkey´s coast. They sailed more than 500 miles north along the coast, towards the port of Al Wajh. According to the ship´s arab smuggler pilot, the railway reached to the outskirts of Al Wajh.
Von Mücke believed him, he had to believe him, what would he do otherwise?