“Silver Cycles” Adventures of Captain Joshua Slane- 12DE18 – ‘So we meet again!’
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[Last time...]
“Kind men…we need your help to translate this poor man’s language.” Abok Tah said in Portuguese.
The largest of the two stepped forward with a cold stare and then glanced into the jail cell. An evil smile spread across his face before he spoke...
“So Commander…we meet again!”
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[Back on-board...]
The Captain gazed over into Boy Tipper’s eyes a moment. The lad was brave, but it was obvious he desperately wanted to stay on board his ship. But there were no good choices…
“Sae be it.” The Captain said firmly as he turned towards Cockpit Mate- Midshipman’s Mate Fisky, “Prepaur a longboat wi' a week's scran an' bevvy an' thee muskets..."
Fisky wrinkled his brow an instant before answering…”Aye Sairrr.”
The next fifteen minutes were tense ones as a larger crew gathered on the upper deck to observe the stand-off. - Seaman- Ordinary Seaman Agpielover, Seaman- Landsman Evsup and Seaman- Landsman Ouncil busily prepared the longboat in its holdings, while the Captain stood calmly lighting his pipe and letting out a large blue cloud of smoke that kicked and danced its way across the deck before dissipating over the sea.
The French Corporal Chief held the boy in a menacing grip as he nervously glanced this way and that over his shoulders. His three young soldiers stood motionless.
Finally, Fisky gave the call that the longboat was ready for launch and the captain took two steps closer to the French chief…
“That’s close enough Scot!” The French Commander said with a sneer.
The Captain eyed him hard before he spoke, “I've given mah wuid an' fulfilled it...but min' ye Frenchman, if ye harm one hair oan thes boy's heed Ah will hunt ye doon...ain yoo'll hang frae thes yardarm!"
“Get out of my way!” The Corporal Chief yelled belligerently as he started moving towards the longboat.
The Captain motioned for the crew to stand down and move back as the huddled group of five climbed into the longboat. Once there, the three young soldiers grabbed the muskets and held them tight.
“Lower the boat Scot!” The Corporal Chief barked has he continued to hold Boy Tipper in a menacing grip.
The Captain slowly nodded and the crew quickly lowered the longboat into the sea. In a moment, the three young soldiers were hard at the oars and the longboat quickly put distance between the Silverton and itself, heading due west. All on board watched anxiously as Boy Tipper’s distresses face finally faded into the distance and disappeared.
“By Gawd Ah hiner Ah gart th' reit decision!" The Captain said as he walked past Fisky and disappeared down the galley steps below…
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[Back at the jail house in Pemba…]
“So Commander…we meet again!” The large menacing man said as he shoved back his long coat, exposing a waist dagger and put his hands on his hips, “Hahahaha!”
The lone prisoner looked hard into the face of the stranger but no emotion appeared.
“Oh come on now Commander! Not even a friendly hello?!” The big man chided.
Finally the Lord Mayor turned towards the jail cell and motioned for the prisoner to speak…
After a long pause the man behind the jail bars spoke...
“Who are you and what am I doing here?”
The big man stopped laughing and shot a quick glance to his partner before answering, “You don’t know who I am??”
“No…I don’t recall ever seeing you…”
“Cap’n! It’s got to be a trick!” The second man said moving his hand to his sword hilt.
“Not so fast Dax…” The big man replied as he stepped closer to the jail bars. He looked hard into the man’s eyes and then at his wounds and bruises, “By God I think he’s lost his mind! Or some of it!”
The man in the jail cell stood silent, a puzzled look on his face.
“Galligan! Look at me...it’s me, Callum MacGibbon…your Captain!”
The big man’s companion lifted a startled eyebrow in amazement...
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