“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane –13JA20- ‘Yo! Land Ho! Belle Island!’

⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...

[Last time...]

Hack turned towards him and stuck a stiff finger in his chest, “Yoo've seen naethin', yoo’ve heard naethin' an' ye ken naethin'! Understuid mucker?"

Ickied swallowed hard as he nodded, "Aye Sairrr..."

“Ain if 'att isn’t clear enaw… jist mind who it is 'att pulls th' lead oot of yer gut efter th' battles ur ower!” Hack finished as he pushed the door of the great cabin open and disappeared into the dark hallway.

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[On the Silverton…late in the evening…]

Junior Petty Officer- Carpenter's Mate Ickied quickly made his way down the dimly lit corridor towards the bunkroom. He was confused and he was angry. Why did Warrant Officer Hack and Commander Galligan treat him so harshly when he only entered the room abruptly because he thought the Captain was in danger?! None of it made sense.

Suddenly Junior Petty Officer- Sailmaker's Mate Errislravenhill came around the corner from the galley and nearly bumped into him…

“Wa sae glum Sairrr? Ye swatch loch yoo've seen a ghost?!" She said to him with a smile.
“Ahh jist got mah crease chewed fur daein' naethin' wrang!"
“Blye me! At thes hour? By who?!”
“Hack!”
“Hack?!”
“Aye!”
“Fur whit?”
“Ahh cannae says...”
“Whaur?”
“Ahh cannae says...”
“Bloody hell! Will ye tells me whit happened?!" Errislravenhill said, concern spreading over her face as she walked beside him.
“Have Ahh nae earned his troost?! Wa must he threaten me?!” Ickied said angrily as he walked.
“Threatened you aboot what?!”
“If Ahh truly thooght he intended tae harm someain, diz he nae think Ahh wooldn’t pit an end tae it?! As Ahh woods expect th' same froms heem?!”
“Cat’s tails Sairrr! Harm who?! When?!”
“Must Ahh noo be concerned 'att he woods lit me die if Ahh dinnae comply wi' hee’s request?! Nae Sairrr! Hauld yer threats an' gezz me a lawful order! Cheil tae cheil! He better nae threaten me again!!” Ickied fumed.
“Swagger-John! Be cannie whit ye say Sairrr! It's one thing tae disagree, but tae rile against an officer nineteen ranks abune ye is suicide!" Errislravenhill said as she struggled to keep stride with him.

Ickied didn’t answer but walked on hard, pressing open the bunk house door and letting it slap shut behind him. Errislravenhill stood outside with her hand to her face in despair. She had never seen him so angry…

“Puir Ickied! He’s understandably confused, but…” She mumbled to herself, “Crossin' paths wi' a high officer in a heated temper, isnae th' way tae handle it. What could have possibly got heem so riled?”

Errislravenhill stood outside the men’s bunkhouse door for some time, hoping he would come back out and explain. But it didn’t happen.

[On the Silverton…following morning…]

Commander Galligan held a steady wheel in a gentle breeze. Next to him, Warrant Officer Surgeon Hack lit a rolled cigarette and took a long drag before letting it out in the sea breeze. Suddenly, the Captain stepped up from the galley stairs as Junior Petty Officer - Quartermaster's Mate Andofzara and Seaman- Gunsmith Avedickeyyall and Ixiesilverminer stood at attention and saluted as he walked by…



“As ye waur…” The Captain said as he immediately strode towards the bridge and jogged up the short stairwell.

Galligan and Hack saluted as they addressed him…

“Guid morn Sairrr!"
“Morn’ Mates!” The Captain said cheerfully as he took deep breath of crisp morning air.
“Hoo dae ye feel tadays Keptin?" Hack said nonchalantly.

“Ne'er better! Ahh dunnae kinn whit kinds of ale 'att was we drenk but Ahh slept likes a bairn in heaven!"

Hack winked at Galligan and Galligan raised his eyebrows in a hopeful gesture.

They all stood silent for a moment when Seaman- Gunsmith At-Elvis’s deep voice broke the morning calm…

“Yo! Lain Ho! Belle Islain!”

”Wussatt?! Belle Islain?” The Captain shouted up.
“Aye Sairrr! Nae mair than fifteen miles sooth-west!"

The Captain turned back to Galligan…”Bring 'er in th' way of sooth-west, sixteen degrees! Prepaur a shair ceilidh fur Belle Islain!"
“Shaa we also brings up th' French prisoners Sairrr?" Galligan asked cautiously.
“Aye, Ahh wants ‘em aw’ oan deck.”

Galligan cast a quick look of worry in Hack’s way, but the old seaman didn’t seem to notice.

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Vocab fur lainlubbers:

abune (above)
bairn (baby)
cannie (careful)
ceilidh (party)
cheil (man)
crease (ass)
daein' (doing)
dinnae (did not)
gezz (gives)
hoo (how)
kinn (know)
loch (like)
naethin' (nothing)
shair (shore)
Swagger-John (my word!)
wrang (wrong)
troost (trust)

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