“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane –25SE19 - ‘I hope to hell you know what you're doing!’

⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Toor ay ???)...

[Last time...]

The thin man pulled some of the seaweed and sea slime out of the face of the stranger and saw that he had breath. Then he quickly removed a portion of his turban wrap and tied it tightly about the amputated hand. It was then that he noticed that the eyes of the injured man had opened!

[On the north-east shore of Zanzibar Island…]

“Good Sir, can you hear me?!” The thin man asked as he knelt over the Jinn.

Ever so slowly his eyes gained more clarity. Trees slowly appeared above him in his view and a blue sky. He blinked hard to get rid of the fuzziness, but his vision didn’t clear completely. It was then that he felt the pain…

“Auuuugh...”

“Sir, do not try to move! Lie still!” The man kneeling over him said softly.

The Jinn raised his head slightly and then raised his right arm. The bandaged stump of a hand was spotted with yellow and red stains. He moaned and let his head drop back down to the sand.

“Do not move Sir, help is coming...”

In the distance, two women, a man and the two boys were running down the beach. The thin man yelled and waved…

“Here! Over here!”

The women arrived at the scene first and a slight gasp came from the lips of the younger one as she looked at the poor wretch that had washed up on their shores.

“Quickly, give me the lemon-water!” The first man said as he propped the Jinn’s head up on a folded blanket.

The older woman squeezed the lemon and mixed it with fresh water in a small bowl and then gave it to him. Tipping the bowl up against the Jinn’s lips, the man instructed him to drink. The first sip was shaky and the Jinn coughed and spit it out on the ground. But the second one was accepted and he held it down.

“Drink….drink it all…”

[Back on the Silevrton…]

Warrant Officer Surgeon Hack came down the stairs with a rolled cigarette in his mouth. He walked over to the Captain and took a long drag as he observed the spectacle in the brig cell.

“Popobawa!” The Captain asserted.
“Aye… Hee's got th' fockin' Shitani alright." Hack said as he bent down and stubbed his cigarette out on the bottom of his shoe.
“We've got ta git heem aff this ship!" The Captain said sternly.
“Ahh knows it Joshua. Gives me a puckle ta think man…” Hack said casually in a relaxed tone that no other man on the ship could imagine using in the presence of the Captain…”Warrant Officer Ollingthunder, git me a ten foot pole, a rag soaked in vinegar, a coil of rope an' three strong seamen!”

“Aye Sairrr!” Ollingthunder said with a salute and then he was off, running up the galley stairs as fast as he could.

The Captain glanced at Hack with a raised eyebrow…

“Ahh hopes ta hell ye knows what yoo're doin' man…"
Hack coughed on the arm of his shirt sleeve and then turned back to the Captain with sparkling grey-blue eyes, “Have Ahh ever let ye doon Joshua?”

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"Two months an' only two new toor suggestions! Fockin' hell! What kind of slacker-rag crew ur ye?! Ahh don't sail with sleepin' dogs an' Ahh don't eat taties an' neebs wi' lazy swins! Git off yer creases an' gives me some toor suggestions mates!" 😤 -Keptin

Toor suggestions so far:

Kragerø, Norway
Djibouti, Africars

"Two toor sugestions isnae nearly enough ta hav a vote! An' remembers, there's no place in th' whole wide warld 'att we cannot go! 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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