“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane –27DE19- ‘Are you up for this Mucker?!’

⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...

[Last time...]

Just then, the ship’s bell rang out three bells into the first watch…

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Joshua will be comin' doon shortly…” Hack said calmly as he lit-up another cigarette and took along drag, “Merry Christmas Blair..."

Galligan ran his hand through his hair. He had never, ever belied his Captain, and he hoped he wasn’t now…

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[On the Silverton…South Labrador Sea…late in the evening…]

As the night wore on, Seaman Quarter Gunners Errislravenhill and Ickied had the late watch. The sea was rolling in a gentle breeze as the two sat up on the forecastle and chatted…

“Th' sell cycle will start veery suin…” Ickied said in deep thought.

“Aye, Looks like it’s goin’ intae a sellin' cycle…but Ahh swear oan me maither's grave an' she is nae deid yit, Ahh’m nae sellin'!" Errislravenhill said defiantly.
“Ha! Ha! A hears ye. I’m nae one tae gang against th' sell cycle, but in thes case Ahh think an exception might be gart. It’s lookin' likes it coods be th' start of a guid bull rin an' startin' tae sell at th' cross-ower woods still be tay law of a price fur me!”
“Ahh thinks th’ same, but they says th’ Keptin’s bin chartin’ silvers fur twintie years! Whit does he knows ‘att we dorn’t?”

“Seems th' Keptin is at war with th' French…” Ickied said, changing the subject.
“Th' Keptin does have a preety sharp axe tae grind wi' th' French fur some reason…”

“Ahh jist hiner th' Keptin hasn’t tint his mind... ur if he has, Ahh hiner he finds it.” Ickied said as he gazed off to the south-west.
“Mind yer tongue gunner! 'Att kind of gab can git ye throon in th' brig!" Errislravenhill warned as she jabbed him in the ribs.

Just then, the ship’s bell rang out four bells into the first watch…

“Weel, Ahh’m aff…” Errislravenhill said as she got up and dusted off her pants, “Merry Christmas Ickied…”
“Merry Christmas mate.”

As she left the forecastle, the sway of her shapely figure wasn’t lost on Ickied as his eyes followed her all the way to the galley stairs…

[Down below…Warrant Officer Surgeon Hack’s cabin…]

As the ship’s bell counted out four bells Hack turned to Galligan with a serious look…

“Noo mind ye mucker, when Ahh poor oot th' ale intae th' mugs, takes a bevvy but dornt’ swallow! Lit it aw slide back intae th' mug! If ye dornt, Ahh'll have tois men in a Heelain stupur!" Hack reminded as they gathered up the mugs and the flask and headed out the cabin door.
“Aye, Ahh’ve got it.”

Moving quickly down the narrow hallway leading to the rear of the ship, Galligan followed the old seaman as his heart began to race. “Was this the only way? Was it right? What if the Captain caught on?” He worried over and over as they finally stood outside the Captain’s great cabin in the stern of the Silverton.

Hack turned around one last time,

“Ur ye up fur thes mucker?" He said with an odd twinkle in his eyes.

Galligan looked down at him with a slight expression of surprise, “Aye, ready as ever...”

Hack smiled as he took a long drag on his cigarette that glowed in the dim hallway like a summer fire-fly. Then he turned back and knocked hard on the Captain’s door…

<< Knock! Knock! Knock! >>

Who’s thaur?!”

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Vocab fur lainlubbers:

aff (off)
bevvy (drink)
deid (dead)
gang (go)
gart (made)
guid (good)
hiner (hope)
law (low)
maither (mother)
nae (not)
rin (run)
suin (soon)
tay (too)
thaur (there)
tint (lost)

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