“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane –07OC19 - ‘You do have a changed heart …’

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⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Toor ay ???)...

[Last time...]

<<“AAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!”>>

The Jinn writhed and screamed for ten or more seconds but finally his body went limp and he fell into unconsciousness! The stub of his arm crackled and bubbled as the heat from the coals cauterized the wound.

[A small village on Zanzibar…]
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The days turned into weeks and the Arab village of Matemwe took good care of the injured Jinn. Who he was or where he came from they knew not, and the Jinn would not speak of it. Yet they knew that he once was an important man, a man of prominence and power. Yet now, the Jinn was more of a broken man, a beaten man, a man full of regret and self-scorn.

“We all reap what we sow my Lord…” Amal said in quiet Arabic as she handed him a bowl of hot rice and chicken broth, “To each comes his destiny as he has ordained it himself.”
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The Jinn sipped the broth and listened to her attentively. In the past, he was the one who spoke and women listened, but this woman, this woman was healing more than just his body, she was healing his soul, and his soul was tortured.

“You have darkness in your eyes my Lord, and pain. Will you not let the past go?” Amal again said softly.

The Jinn looked down at his thin, weakened right leg and then raised the stump that once was his right hand…

“How can I let the past go when it is right here reminding me every moment, every day?!” He said with a spiteful sorrow.
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“You must accept your destiny my Lord as it was you who created it. You also are creating the future now with the very thoughts that rise in your mind.”

The Jinn looked away. He knew she was right, but who was she?! A peasant woman under the thumb of the French occupation of Zanzibar?! What wisdom could she possibly give?! How can she be happy with her life under the rule of the Legionnaires?! Finally he turned to her…

“Why …do you call me Lord?”

Amal looked up and locked eyes with him. Her beauty was equal to any harlot he had ever owned and yet ...she was no harlot. She was a free woman, full of truth and wisdom.

“I call you Lord because. . . I know that you must have once been a Lord. You have the dress of a leader and the gold necklaces of one who was once very wealthy.”

The Jinn set his bowl down and held the gold medallion that hung about his neck in his left hand. No one had stolen anything off of his body in all the weeks he had been here in his weakened state. He looked back at her and tried to understand the mind of these people.

“I have created a dark storm for my people…” He said as he stared off into the distance, “I have caused them great pain and suffering and in the end, they turned against me…”

Amal reached out and put her hand upon his, “God see’s all my Lord. God forgives a changed heart. Is your heart change?”

The Jinn felt the warmth that her hand emitted. He felt comfort and sincere affection. He felt for the first time a genuine feeling of closeness with another human being.

“I ...don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You don’t feel regret, or remorse for your deeds?” She asked in a whisper.

The Jinn shut his eyes as emotion flooded over him. The terrors of war and conquest all came flooding in on him and even the screams of those he had put to the sword rang out in his memory…

“Yes… yes, I regret everything!” He said as a tear streaked down his face from his clenched eyes, “I feel the pain I have caused! I feel the torment of many souls!!”

His head bent down and he turned away sobbing. Amal put her arms around him and pulled him close. She could feel his heart pounding…

“You do have a changed heart my Lord…”

[On the Silverton, one hundred miles west of Gabon, Africa]

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The days turned into weeks and the hold cycle for silver hung on. With no shore leave and a gentle, slow wind, the crew felt like the ship was barely moving and they struggled to find ways to pass the time…

“Doon fifty-fife coppers? Ahh’m still nae sellin me silvers Sairrr!" Acting Lieutenant Errislravenhill said as she stood next to the starboard rail with Andofzara.
“Hootmon thar be an oonce in mah wallet!” The Lieutenant replied as he held open his money pouch.

Errislravenhill gazed at the Lieutenant curiously and wondered why he would be carrying any silver about the ship with him, “I was thinkin' lately… ‘att mysterious Islain Diego Garcia, remote, mysterious, an' totally off limits courtesy of th' US Navy. Halloween is comin’, Ahh'm throwin’ oot a suggestion…”

Andofzara turned and looked at her…

“A fine toor suggestion mate, Ahh’ll tells th’ Keptin…” He said as he continued to ponder her words, “Off limits? Accordin’ ta who? We rule the seven seas!”
“Ahh heard thaur was a mandate froms an ootfit called th' US Navy, barrin' any fleet froms travellin' thaur." She said matter of factly.
“Th’ US Navy?”
“Aye, ‘att’s what Warrant Officer Ickied said.”
“Never heard of it! Ahh’ll ask the Commander aboot it though.” He said as he turned and walked off.

[In the chart room, below the bridge…]
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Commander Galligan was busy rolling up a group of charts of the African coast when there was a knock at the cabin door…
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“Who is it?!”
“Lieutenant Andofzara Sairrr!”
“Come in…”

Andofzara opened the door, removed his hat and saluted.

“Sairr, if Ahh might haves a moment of your times?”
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“Aye, what is it mate?” Galligan said as he dropped the charts into their holders.
“Sairrr, I heard a curious rumor an’ I thought I would asks ye aboot it?”
“Wussatt?”
“Well, is aboot an islain called Diego Garcia in th’ Indian Brine…”
“Diego Garcia? Aye, Ahh knows it.”
“Well Ahh was speakin’ with Errislravenhill an’ she says she heards it was off limits by th’ order of th’ US Navy??” Andofzara said as he wrinkled his brow.
“Off limits?! By the US Navy?!” Galligan said as he lifted his cap and scratched his head, “Never heard of it!”
“’Att’s what Ahh says. Ohs well, thought Ahh would ask. Thank ye Sairrr!”
“Nae problem mate.”

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"Th' 'US Navy? Hmmm...canae say Ahh've ever heard of 'att ootfit. Mebbe it's 'United Serbiar'? Nae, nae 'att cannae be it, Serbiar is lain-locked. Mebbe it's 'Upper Samoa'? Nae, nae they dorn't have a navy in th' Indian Brine. Cat's tails, Ahh cannae think of what it coods be! Might be a wee time operation, probably naethin' bigger than a forty ton Brig!" 😒 -Keptin

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Toor suggestions so far:

Kragerø, Norway
Djibouti, Africars
Diego Garcia Islain, India Ocean

"Three toor sugestions? Blye me, but Ahh needs fife fur a vote! Test not yoor Keptin!"

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"Confused? Ascared? Seasick? Need a private chat with the Captain?" - [email protected]

References

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When i was a wee lass I kin nae help explorin' places th't sez "Don nae 'nter!"

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