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The Caporal Chief then stood up and glared at the Jinn…”I’m giving you three months to accomplish your task. After that, you are to report back to me here at Nungwi to discuss your service....”
The Jinn said nothing. Turning towards Saleem, he nodded and turned to walk out. Saleem hesitated a moment before following. He glanced at the Chief and then back at the Jinn in confusion before following.
“Remember Sultan…three months!”
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As the two wagons approached the village of Matemwe, the Jinn’s heart rose. Walking along beside the horses, he smiled as he heard the first sounds of children playing and men working…
“We made good time my Lord, only two days and with all this burden!” Saleem said with a smile as led the first wagon along the narrow lane.
“Yes, and I am glad to be back!” The Jinn said as he tugged on the lead of the horses of the second trailer.
In ten minutes time, the first shouts of “strangers” approaching the village were heard and a small group of men ran out to the center of the trail.
“Peace my brothers! We have returned!” Saleem called out as the men waved and some ran back to the village to tell the news. Soon a large group of villagers crowded into the lane and approached the wagons. The Jinn smiled at each one but his interest rested on only one in particular. Pushing through the crowd, Amal finally appeared before him and ran to his embrace!
“My Lord! You have returned safely!” She whispered in his ear as he lifted her slightly off her feet.
“Yes Amal! I have returned…and look, we were successful!” He said, spinning her around to face the heavily ladened wagons.
Amal barely noticed as she held him tight in her arms…
“Now we will finish my ship!”
“Oh my Lord, must you think of such things already?” She pleaded as she held his face in her hands and kissed him.
As the villagers all came running to see the heavy cannon, Saleem began giving orders to move the wagons near the ramps and prepare to unload the cargo.
[On the Silverton…fifty miles west of Anticosti Island…]
Two days later found the Silverton in a gentle breeze, cutting fresh waters south of Quebec. The crew was on heightened alert for any sign of French presence and the Captain made sure that he kept the ship well out of scope range of shore. But as the hours went on it became more and more difficult as the Gulf of St. Lawrence quickly began to narrow.
[In the galley…]
Junior Petty Officer - Armourer's Mates Errislravenhill and Ickied sat eating their early evening meal along with Junior Petty Officer - Caulker's Mate Andofzara and they made small talk as they sipped hot coffee and dunked their plains…
“Strange hoo quick ye left th' fort..." Andofzara probed.
Errislravenhill said nothing as she broke off a small piece of plain and dipped it in the brew.
“Nae sellin'? Nae grog? Nae e'en a one night lay-over fur th' crew?" He pressed on.
“Th' Keptin sent word nae tae sell." She said quietly, trying to ignore him.
“Ahh, sae afair leavin' ye jist thooght yoo'd sit fire tae th' fort?!" He jabbed.
“Mate… Ahh think Officer Errislravenhill has said aw she wants tae say aboot th' matter. Mind yer renk mucker, ur baith of us will havs ye oan report fur th' Commander in th' morn'!" Ickied warned.
Andofzara exhaled in irritation but said no more. Suddenly, a small commotion broke out at the table of boys…
“Whit th' fock's th' mater wi' ye mucker?!" On thin boy said as he pushed himself away from the table.
The second boy bent his head down and coughed as he spit-up a portion of his meal on the table.
“Bludy Nora! Ye better gang doon tae see Hack affair ye soil the whole table!” The second boy said loudly as boy Ukiland wiped his mouth on his sleeve and got up quickly and left the galley.
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Vocab fur lainlubbers:
bludy Nora (bad luck)
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