Silver Adventures of Captain Joshua Slane – #118 - “Pull fer th' Silverton!”

The four tattered sailors hobbled their way through the brush along the riverside, calling out from time to time and pausing to listen at intervals. Slowly the gap between the two groups lessened and they hurried all the quicker from both directions. Galligan and Azzuar held tight to both of ErticalOne’s arms as they made their way.

“TAR HAIL!” Axwellsilver yelled once again with cupped hands.

“tar hail!” came the reply back now sounding less than a hundred yards downstream.

The night was filled with stars and a bright moon made their way easier as the brush thinned as they approached the coast. Suddenly Axewell cried out!

“Ickied! Ower haur!”
“I see’s ye mucker! We’re haur!” Ickied yelled as he finally caught site of the four dark shapes approaching.
“Ertical! Ur ye hurt bad?!" Ytal said as she ran forward and stood in front of him.

He was a sight to see with a trickle of blood flowing from his mouth and a huge swollen gash across his right forehead. Ytal sprang into his arms in a spontaneous move that made him smile.

“Och isnae aw 'att bad Lass! Ahh've gotten waurs frae th' barmaids in Sicily!” ErticalOne joked openly as he wheezed and coughed.
“Ne'er a truer wuid has bin spoken!” Galligan said with a smile, “Wee've got tae gie heem back tae th' ship, hee's shakin' braw wi' th' shock..."
“Och Ertical! What's happened tae ye?!” Ytal replied as she wiped away the blood from his forehead and looked him in the face with deep concern.
“Nae time fur talkin' mates! Callum's sure tae hae sent his men in chase! Wee've got tae move!" Galligan said as he started out again for the coast.

“Th' lang boat is nae mair than tois hunder yards Commander, reit tae th' sooth ay th' river gob!" Ickied said as he relieved Azzuar on Ertical’s left side.

No more than ten minutes past when the full crew found themselves at the boat. The breakers were loud and Galligan had to yell to give them his orders…

“Every mucker 'att can pull, cheil an oar! Wee's got tae make fur th' ship an' there's nae much time!" he yelled.

Suddenly Ickied gazed far off to the north and whirled around quickly!

“Commander! There's a big longboat pullin' stoaner frae th' north! She's stuffed foo ay mens an' comin fest!” he said anxiously.

Galligan turned and looked north. The faint outline of the boat and flailing oars was plain in the light of the moon.

“Anyain hae a pistol?! Who's still got a dagger ur a sword?!" he yelled.
“Ahh've got me sword, an’ Ahh foond thee chibs alang th' riverside! Must be we werenae tae first tae gie throon doon th' waterfaa!" Axwell said as he pulled his scabbard around straight.
“I've got mah sword an' a dagger an' R.me-up has a sword an' 'er chib!" Ytal yelled.
“Nae pistols...but better than naethin'! Let's shove aff!" Galligan yelled as the four able bodied men shoved the longboat out into the surf and jumped in.

Galligan manned the rudder and quickly turned her into the waves.

“Pull ye Swagger-Johns! Pull loch ye means it!" Galligan yelled as the first breaker broke across the bow and showered them all in cold water!

[Back on the Silverton…]

“Aw hans on deck!!” Fisky yelled in a deep voice as the crew all lined up on the main deck.

The Captain walked out quickly to the center and began to address them.

“Ah needs aicht volunteers fur a radge pull tae shores! Uir crew has bin attacked by th' rogue pirate Keptin Callum an' crew! Mony is hurt ur deid! Wee's need tae rescue aw 'att wee's can! Fa will stain forth?!" he said with a grim tone.

There were murmerings amoung the crew, whispers of the name “Callum!” and “rogue!” and “pirate!” could be heard making the rounds through their midst.

“Ahh'll gang ay coorse Sairrr!” Fisky said as he turned to face the Captain who nodded respectfully.
“Ahh'll gang…” Seaman Ilver Medicine said, stepping forth.
“Aye!” “Ahh'll goes.” said Seaman Esterner and Boy Afael Epulveda.
“Ahh’m in.” said Boy Oshua Cleod.
“Aye!” “Aye Sairrr!” said Seaman Avid Achomamma and Boy Unand Hrome.
“Ahh’ll goes.” Said Boy On Iegrist.

“Aicht brae men! Ahh'll nae forgit thes! Muskets an' swords aw aroond! Doose th' longboat an' brin' uir crew haem!!" the Captain said in a booming voice as he unsheathed his sword and pointed it to the shore!

Vocabulary fur lain lovers:

aff (off), aicht (eight), an’ (and), anither (another), anyain (anyone), athwart (across), att’s (that’s), auld (old),
ay (of)
baith (both), barney (fight), bark (news), bide (wait), blaw (blow), bonnie (pretty), brae (brave)
caller (fresh), cannae (cannot), causey (street), cheil (man), chib (knife), coopon (face), coorie (hurry),
cuik (cook)
dae (do), diz (does), doose (douse), dorn't (don't), duir (door),
enaw (enough)
fa (who), fest (fast), fin’ (find), fok (f-word), fur (for)
gae (get), gang (go), gart (made), gob (mouth), grottie (dirty), guid (good)
haem (home), hasnae (hasn’t), hauld (hold), haur (here), heed (head), hiner (hope), hoo (how), hunder (hundred),
it (out)
ken (know)
lain (land), lit (let),
main (must), mair (more), micht (might), mony (many), morn (morning),
nane (none), nehin (behind), noo (now),
onie (any), ower (over),
puir (poor)
radge (rough), rin (run),
Sairrr (Sir), scragg (infection), shair (shore), six (scuttle), skitin’ (drinking), sooth (south), stain (stand), stoaner (hard,strong), staretcht (straight), strang (strong), swally (beer), swin (fool)
tae (to), tak (take), tatties (potatoes), th’ (the), thaur (there), thes (this),
tint (lost), twintie (twenty),
ur (or)
waesucks (sorrow, pity), whit (what), win' (wind), wi’ (with)

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