“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane –27JA20- ‘How are you mucker?’

⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...

[Last time...]

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of Boy Tipper running back up the bridge stairs…

“Keptin, Keptin Sairrr!”
“Whit is it Loon?”
“The papers Sairrr, for tc4breackfest… thaur is nane!"
“Nae papers?!”
“Nae Sairrr, noot one!” Tipper replied as he caught his breath.
“Hmmm…fockin’ sto-awa. Puir dobber.”

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[French fort of Nungwi, Tanzania…]

“The Sultan of Aden?! And how is it that the Sultan of Aden finds himself alone and beckoning on the island of Tanzania?!” The Caporal Chief asked incredulously as he folded his hands under his chin and eyed the Jinn.

“My kingdom was over-run by marauders. My fleet was destroyed by a rogue Scottish frigate and my Admiral abandoned me.” The Jinn said calmly as he sat in front of the French Chief.

“What?!” The Chief said in surprise, jumping forward in his chair, “A Scottish frigate?!”
“Yes. This same frigate then attacked my city, killed many of my soldiers and eventually took me prisoner.”
“Who was this rogue Scottish Captain?!!”

[Back on the Silverton…fifty miles west of Belle Isle, four days later…]

Junior Petty Officer - Caulker's Mate Errislravenhill knocked on the sick bay door…

“Fa's thaur?!” Warrant Officer Surgeon Hack answered gruffly.
“Junior Petty Officer Errislravenhill Sairrr…”
“Comes in.”

Errislravenhill opened the door and stepped into the small sick bay room which by mid-morning was filled with blue smoke from Hack’s lit cigarette.

“May Ahh havs a wuird wi' Juniur Petty Officer Ickied Sairrr?"
“Gab tae yer heart's content Lassie! He coods use some company!" Hack replied as he took a long drag on his cigarette and then turned around and coughed in the other direction.

Errislravenhill took off her hat and nodded as she sat down next to Ickied’s bench. She smiled as she spoke…

“Hoo ur ye mucker?”
“Ahh've felt better!" Ickied said with a smile.
“Weel ye aught tae ken better than tae try stoppin' an arraw wi' yer gut!" She said with a grin.
“Aye, thaur’s got ta be a better way!” He added to the jab as he wrinkled his brow in thought, “Noo uir capti'es will think they escaped, an' won’t ken 'att uir intent was tae free them...”
“Och blaither! Fa cares aboot th' fockin' French! Ye accomplished whit th' Keptin speart ye tae dae!" Errislravenhill said as she put her hand on his arm.

Ickied glanced down at her small hand and smiled…”Aye, we did...”

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Vocab fur lainlubbers:

'att (that)
blaither (bullshit)
capti'es (captives)
dae (do)
fa (who)
gab (talk)
hoo (how)
ken (know)
mucker (mate)
noo (now)
speart (asked)
tae (to)
thaur (there)
uir (our)
ur (are)
wuird (word)

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