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[Last time…]
Officer Ssg swallowed hard as he glanced at Kerrislravenhill…
“Th' fockin' Franks hav heard th' bark* an' there’s a frigate sailin' west oot o’ French Polynesia as we spick!” The captain said flatly, “We’ve got tae git thaur afair those blokes* dae ur those men…ain th' silvers… ur tint*!”
“Bloody hell…” Kerrislravenhill exclaimed under her breath. (See: @joshuaslane/silver-adventures-captain-joshua-slane-22ja23-rescue-in-tasmania )
🔸🔸🔸[Ship's Log #2- 'Rescue at Tansania']
Warrant Officer Kerrislravenhill called out her orders loudly on the main deck…”All men on the capstan! Hoist anchor and prepare to set sail!”
Seamen psychkrhoz and bitcoinman scrambled to their stations on the capstan and took a firm hold on the push aems…
“Bloody hell! What’s this all about?!” bitcoinman said as he wiped his nose on his shirt sleeve and readied himself to push.
“I don’t know! I thought we might be getting ready for a sunny shore leave in Namibia!” Psychkrhoz replied from behind him.
“Think again! The brass all look like they’re in a hell of hurry to get somewhere…”
“Yah, but where?!” Psychkrhoz replied resolutely as more men gathered around and the big hoist began to slowly turn.
On the far side of the main deck Standing Officers tbnfl4sun and kevmcc listened carefully as Standing Officer Handofzara explained some of what was happening…
“What?! Tasmania?!” Tbnfl4sun exclaimed in disbelief, “By God that’s south of Australia! Why would we be going there?!”
“Why is not important…” Handofzara said cautiously, “But getting there fast is!”
“Crossing Cape Town is dangerous this time of year!” Kevmcc replied as he crossed his arms and frowned.
“Aye, the winds will be strong, but that will help us!” Handofzara replied as he turned and walked away.
“You get the feeling they’re not telling us everything?” Tbnfl4sun said as he watched the big anchor slowly rise up out of the water in a stream of mini-falls.
“I get the feeling they’re not telling us anything mucker!” Kevmcc said with a bit of spite.
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In the captain’s great cabin Commander Galligan rolled out a chart of the south Australia seas. He ran his finger south along a southern coast of Australia until he came to the rocky reef of north-west Tasmania.
“Right here sir…that’s my bet! If she was coming east out of Perth, and the wind was fast and the moon dark, she could have run aground right here on this reef line.” He said as he followed the path with his finger.
“Aye, att’s what Ahh’m thinkin' tay. Nae worse place tae jawbox* a ship!”
“How long can they hold out?” Galligan said as he scratched his head and thought.
“Hmmm…if th' winds don’t grind their hull tae sawdoost an' th' nati'es don’t skewer them fur dinner- Ahh’d say they hav enaw supplies tae lest at leest tois* an' half months.” The Captain said as he stoked his pipe red hot.
“That’s a lot of ‘ifs’…” Galligan replied somberly.
“Aye…but…Octopi hav bin known tae crawl up oan shaire oan a mirk* night an' snatch a sleepin' gull every once in a blue moon!” The captain said with a sly smile.
Galligan glanced up and looked at him. Sometimes it was hard to tell if he was forecasting success or hopeless doom. His deep green eyes revealed no secrets. But one thing was for certain...he had a plan.
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References: - Pictures from: www.freeimages.com, www.pexels.com, pixabay.com, Hive.blog, Google maps an' Wikipedia. Data also sometimes finely crafted reit from th' author's extensiff personal experience an' such.
*🧾- Heelain Sassenach
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