“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane –15OC19- ‘Watch yourselves!’

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[Last time...]

“Damn, an' Ahh was gonna do a wee bit o' window hoppin’ in Monrovia!” She jested as she wiped her dagger clean on the back of the dead fighter.

With a blow on her Bosun's pipe, she sent the signal to the crew that the shooter had been taken out.

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[East of the palace, Monrovia…]

Hearing the volley of musket fire to their south-west, Commander Galligan led his men in a quick charge up the final hillside of the palace grounds. Reaching the crest, he ducked down low and waited until all six of his men had arrived. In front of them lie the palace, it’s northern face ablaze with fire and armed men running in all directions.

“Sairrr…” Warrant Officer Ickied said, keeping his head low, “Hoow ur we gonna tell th' good guys froms th' bad guys?”

“Th’ bad guys will be th’ ones ‘att is shootin’ at yoo mucker!” Galligan said casually as he scanned the hilltop.

Suddenly there was a scream from an upper window in the rear corner of the palace. There in the opening stood a frantic young woman, well dressed.

“Thaur she is! Let's move!" Galligan ordered quietly as he sprang to his feet and sprinted across the palace lawn to the west door.

Huddled about the door, the seven seaman waited for the next move. The door was barred and there was only one way to open it. Galligan pulled his musket from his shoulder and pointed it point-blank at the latch…

“Watch yoorselves!” He warned

The shattered door swung open and there in front of them stood thirty, heavily armed rebel fighters!

[On the Silverton…]

Warrant Officers Yprecious and Ixiesilverminer stood on the main deck, gazing east at the city of Monrovia. The near constant booming of musketfire echoed across the sea.

“Cannae say 'att Ahh envy th' shair crew thes time!" Yprecious said as he folded his arms and gazed into the darkness.
“Nae, me either! It's aw muskets an' swords ower thaur. Look at th' Keptin! He's havin' a smoke! As if nothin' at aw was happenin'!" Ixiesilverminer replied.

Yprecious glanced up on the bridge. There the Captain stood, stoking his pipe red hot with his arms folded behind his back. His face was relaxed and his calm demeanor belied the situation.

“Th' ole man has nerves made of iron! Ahh wish Ahh coods say th' same!" Yprecious said nervously.

“Aye…he probably eats nails fur tatties an' neebs!”

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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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References

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