“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane – 24MY19 – ‘Curse your deception you Devil’s bitch!’

⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵. . . "Tour of the Gulf of Aden". . . (cont.)

[Last time...]

Ickied was taken aback by the strange response! Something about him was not right, but also not unfamiliar.

“Yoo're nae yoorself at aw noo ur ye Laddie?" Ickied said calmly as he stepped one more step closer and then took action, swooping the boy up by his legs and throwing him over his shoulder!

[Palace grounds, behind the rear tower, Victoria, Seychelles…]

King Radwan fell to the ground as he let loose of the trailing end of the rope. Slightly shaken, the lead guard helped him to his feet as the last two guards came down the rope and landed on their feet.

“My Lord, we must flee the castle and Victoria!” The guard said insistently.
“What?! Flee Victoria?!! And let this rogue Husam take my kingdom?!”
“Yes Lord, if you want to save yourself! There is a small sloop moored in the rear cove. We must make for it quickly!”
“A small sloop?! And just in front of the palace lies a war Dhow with three hundred men on her decks and cannon?! Are you mad?!” The King complained, using what little logic he could muster at the moment.
“Lord, there is a small canal just north of us, I fished there often when I was young. I am sure we can navigate it to the north of the island and escape to the west, perhaps to Praslin Island!”
“Praslin Island?! That’s twenty miles of open sea to sail! Oh no! We cannot do that!”

Just then, the first of Husam’s warriors burst out of the tower window and began to scale the rope!

“Lord! We have no choice! Come!” The lead guard said urgently as he grabbed the elderly King by the arm and hurried him to the rear cove bank!

With the four of them finally on-board, they shoved-off the small sloop and the tiny jib sail was let out in a flapping turmoil! The southerly wind soon whisked them north, away from the palace grounds. By now four of Husam’s warriors stood on the bank and watched the King's retreat.

[Back on-board the Silverton…]

Cockpit Mate- Midshipman's Mate Ickied manhandled Boy-Tipper up the galley stairs and out onto the main deck where the Captain and Cockpit Mate- Midshipman's Mate Fisky stood watching the longboat as it cut through the breakers off the shore of Sherubrub.

“Let gang ay me ye mingin dug!” Tipper cried out as he pounded his fists on Ickied’s back!

The comotion got the attention of the Captain and he turned and eyed the sight incredulously.

“Tipper Lad, stand doon! ‘Att’s an order!” The Captain yelled as Officer Ickied wrestled Tipper to the deck.

“There's somethin' wrang wi' heem Sairrr! He's actin' radge jist like two ay uir other wee jimmies thes week!" Ickied explained.
“Ahh read th' report ay th' one who lept intae th' brine! Ahh didne know thaur was mair!" The Captain said as he grabbed Tipper’s shoulders and turned him toward him.
“Auuuuuugh! She will kill you for thes!” Tipper screamed as he looked straight at the Captain with no recognition at all.

“He's radge as a moggie oan a wet rock! Look at his eyes!" The Captain exclaimed.

Suddenly, the small bundle under Tippers left arm fell to the deck and the doll tumbled out into plain sight!

“Whit’s thes?!” Ickied said as he picked the doll up with one hand, holding Tipper down with the other.

“Drop 'att cursed thing noo sailur!!" The Captain yelled as he struck Ickied hard on the arm, knocking the doll back onto the deck, “Dornt tooch it!”

“Whit is it Sairrr?!" Ickied asked.
“One ay th' warst works ay evil ye coods ever lay yer eyes oan! Hoo lang hav yoo seen thes behaviur in uir wee jimmies?!"
“Och, since we left Darsah Islain' Ahh woods say…"
“’Att explains it!” He said as turned to Fisky, “Take this boy below and have Hack subdue heem!”
“Aye Sairrr!” Fisky said as he grabbed a hold of Tipper and muscled him to the galley stairs, kicking and screaming all the way.

“Ickied, gang belaw an' bring me a squaur ay white sail clootie, th' whitest ye can find! An' bring me a poke ay salt froms th’ galley! Dae it noo cheil!!"
“Aye Sairrr!” Ickied replied as he dashed off.

The Captain looked down at the colorful doll. It’s eyes were wide and he felt its anger!

“Blood an’ piss an’ black muck!” It cursed in a small harsh voice, “Pick me up! Pick me up an' lit me be yoors! Feel mah tooch sailur!”

Strong waves of physical attraction and romantic feelings mixed with sexual arousal swept over the Captain’s mind! He quickly looked away!

“Curse yer deception ye Devil’s bitch! Ahh knows who ye are!!”

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"In Yoruban mythology, Oshun is an Orisha (spirit goddess) ay loove, intimacy an' beauty. Accordin' tae th' Yoruba elders, Oshun is th' "unseen mammy present at every gaithering", coz she represents th' cosmological forces ay water, moisture, an' attraction! Oshun is th' force felt as beauty an' loove, an' experienced as ecstasy! An' infernal trickster and death-mate ay cheil an' loons alike!" 👿 - Keptin.

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🗝 Vocabulary fur 'lain lovers':

cheil (man), clootie (cloth), dae (do), dug (dog), gang (go), mair (more), mingin (filthy), moggie (cat), radge (mad), wee jimmy (young boy)
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"Confused? Ascared? Seasick? Need a private chat with the Captain?" - joshua.slane@aol.com

References

Pictures from: 'Nidhoggr' 1 oz Silver Round - Anonymous Mint, www.freeimages.com, www.pexels.com, pixabay.com, steemit.com an’ www.google.com/maps. Data loosely interpretted froms: www.wikipedia.org an' sometimes reit from th' author's extensiff personal experience an' such