“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane – 28MY19 – ‘Don’t look at it! Don’t make eye contact!’
⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵. . . "Tour of the Gulf of Aden". . . (cont.)
[Last time...]
“Silence! Silence all of you!” The Lord Jinn yelled as he pressed his hands against his skull, “I have to think! I have to think!!!”
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[Onboard the Silverton…]
Cockpit Officer- Midshipman Ickied raced down the galley steps as he went for the items the Captain had so urgently requested…
“Nae Boy- Tipper! Tipper’s got a strang mind though, Ahh know’s it! He can resist thes evil!” He thought to himself as he ran down the narrow corridors.
Passing sick-bay, he heard the screams and yells of the boy struggling with Warrant Officer- Surgeon Hack and a couple of crewman. Ickied wanted more than anything to go help calm him down, but he had a job to do.
Finally, two decks below, he entered the sail room. There in large rolls lie the fresh sail cloth, never having been rigged. Ickied frantically pulled a yard of cloth off the roll and sliced it free with his dagger. Then he was off, down the corridor and back up the stairs to the galley where he ran into the cook – Peg.
“What's aw th' rush aboot Sairrr?" Peg asked nonchalantly.
“Hurry mate, I needs a poke ay salt!”
“A poke ay salt? Reit awa' Sairrr!" Peg complied as he hobbled across the galley with his wooden stump and scooped a good portion of salt out of a short barrel.
“Thaur ye ur Sairrr, a poke ay salt!"
Without speaking, Ickied grabbed the bag and raced for the main stairs!
Up on the main deck a small gathering of crewmen surrounded the Captain, who was knelt down in front of the doll. The scene was surreal! The doll wagged its head from side to side and screamed in a small, angry voice!
“Pick me up! Feel my love! Pick me up Ahh say!!”
“Nobody tooch thes evil thing! Keep yer distance!" The Captain commanded as he held out his arms wide, blocking any access to the doll, “Dornt looks at it! Dornt make yak contact!"
The crewman shuffled nervously about and murmured to themselves as Ickied ran up with the sail cloth in one hand and the bag of salt in the other…
“Spread 'att sail clootie oot oan th' deck cheil, an' gezz me a dagger!" The Captain yelled.
Ickied quickly flatted out the white sail cloth as the Captain grabbed the bag of salt and poured half of its contents out on top of it. Spreading it evenly with the palms of his hands he covered the white cloth with a thin layer.
“Hands me ‘att dagger!”
”Noooooo! Pick me up! Feel mah tooch!” The doll screamed!
Ickied whipped his head about and stared at the doll in an absent moment…
“Dornt looks at it cheil! Dornt make yak contact!” The Captain warned as he pulled the dagger out of Ickied’s belt and spun his head away from the doll!
Reaching out with the blade, he dragged the doll across the deck and onto the salted cloth…
“Aeeeeeeeeeeee! Auuuugheeeee!” It screeched as it wiggled on the salt in apparent pain.
The Captain then dumped the remainder of the salt on top of the doll and flung one side of the sail cloth over the top of it, and then the other!
“Noooooooo! Nooooo!” It shrieked!
Ickied shook his head and cleared his mind enough to fling the other corner of the sail cloth over trapped and screaming doll!
“Givs me a twine! A length of rope, a belt! Anythin'!” The Captain yelled.
One of the crew threw him a two short pieces of running line and with the skill of a lifetime at sea, the Captain tied a tight reef knot about the wrapping.
“Clear th' rail! Make way!" He yelled as he scooped up the wiggling bundle and ran to the starboard rail!
In one fail swoop, he swung the bundle over the rail and into the sea! There on the water it bobbed and swayed for a moment, and then... slowly sank under the waves.
[In the longboat…]
The crew all pulled hard for the shore but Junior Petty Officer- Carpenter's Mate Errislravenhill kept a wary eye on the Boy- Ipporah, who was shackled to the oar next to her. He seemed to be struggling within himself and then, finally, with an audible gasp, he shook his head and looked up at her!
“What's happenin'?! Wa’ am Ahh shackled?!" He said in concise, clear Sassenach!
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🗝 Vocabulary fur 'lain lovers':
aw (all), ay (of), cheil (man), clootie (cloth), dae (do), dug (dog), gang (go), gezz (gives), mair (more), mingin (filthy), moggie (cat), nae (no), poke (bag), radge (mad), strang (strong), thes (this), wa' (why), wee jimmy (young boy), yak (eye)
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References
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