“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane – 10MR20- ‘I want you to warn him about Anticosti Island…’

⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...

[Last time...]

“Did ye hear th' rumors Endrik?” Urie said as he let out the starboard side running line.
“Nae, whit?” Endrikdegrote replied as he did the same.
“Wuid has it a cabin loon feel overboard lest night. Drowned deid!"
“Fock th’ day! Nae?!”
“Aye…everain in th' bunk hoose was talkin' aboot it."
“Noo whit was a cabin loon daein' up oan deck in th' middle of th' night?!"
“Nobody knows mucker."

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[On the Silverton, one hundred and fifty miles west of Anticosti Island...]

Late afternoon found the Silverton sailing east at a good clip, catching a moderate breeze out of the north-east. On the main deck, Junior Petty Officer - Boatswain's Mate Ixiesilverminer, Wingsworld, Andofzara and Yprecious were overseeing a group of twenty-some boys swabbing the deck…

“A third of th’ ways across Canadar and nae a single silvers bought nur sold!” Ixiesilverminer said as he adjusted his hat in the bright sun.

“We’s sure left Anticosti in a hurry!” Wingsworld added.
“Aye an’ in a balzin’ fire taboot! What was ‘att all aboot?” Yprecious replied.

Andofzara smiled as he chewed on a piece of hard tac, “Th’ Keptin tells us only what he wants ta tells us...”
“Ain’t ‘att th' truth mate! But ye knows ‘att Petty Officers Errislravenhill an’ Ickied knows…” Windsworld replied as he turned his gaze north towards shore, “Fires…they’s Indians haur, friendly or noot!”

Andofzara turned and looked north. At least a dozen smoke plumes rose up out of the forest like great, winding grey snakes.

[Up on the bridge…]

“Camp fires burin' on th' north shore Keptin…” Commander Galligan said as he ran his scope up and down the coast.

“Ahh see’s ‘em. Montagnais tribe…friendly folk.” The Captain replied as he lit his pipe and gazed north, “Havs Petty Officer – Cooper Errislravenhill man-up a longboat an' put fur shair!”
“Aye Sairrr.”

As word was relayed to Errislravenhill to prepare for shore duty, many of the crew gathered on the starboard rail as the Silverton tacked easily to the north and dropped her sail cloth just a half mile off the coast...

Errislravenhill quickly scaled the steps and saluted the Captain on the bridge.

“Ye wants me ta’ put a shores Sairrr?” She said as she caught her breath.

The Captain exhaled and let out a large blue plume of smoke in the shape of an arrow, “Aye, Ahh do...”

“Fur silvers Sairrr?”
“Nae, fur warnin’…”
“Warnin’?”
“Aye. When ye makes shair, ask fur Chief Ahanu an' tells 'em it's urgent! Ahh wants ye tae warn heem aboot Anticosti Islain...."

Errislravenhill’s eyebrows rose as she understood, “Aye Sairrr.”

"Choose a deservin' crew mucker."
“Aye Sairrr, Ahh will!” She replied as she saluted and quickly left the bridge.

Down on the main deck Errislravenhill called for an assembly, ”Tar Hail!”

As the crew quickly lined up on the center of the deck she called out six names…

” Petty Officer - Ship's Corporal Ickied,
Seaman- Quarter Gunners Urie, Oblinknackers, Endrikdegrote, Ombstone an’ Seaman- Carpenter's Crew Ostpromoter!”

The crew quickly stepped forward…

“Prepares tae gang ashair!"

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Vocab fur lainlubbers:

'att (that)
haur (here)
mucker (mate)
nae (not)
oot (out)

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