Ichabod, run!”
“Run, Icksy, run! Dive, Icksy, dive! Swim, Icksy, swim!”
“Out of the way, gentlemen, I am throwing out a lifeline for him!”
“Give me that sword, seaman; the determined diablos looks as if he is going to make the leap from shore to ship!”
Tee, hee! I dinnae think our bonnie, black friend likes the look of your sword at the end of his jump, for he has come to a sliding halt at the edge o’ the docksies.”
“Heh,heh,heh, ,,,h-n-n-nfire on that man! Henh!”
Krack-POW! Krack-POW! Krack-POW!
“Bah! Your stupid mercenaries have only driven that menace to seek shelter behind a stack of barrels.”
“Ha, ha, it is unfortunate that we have been unable to subtract this man from our number of enemies.”
“I say, may I have some assistance in dragging our Mr. Temperance aboard ship, eh hem?”
“Si, Senorita Plumtartt, but as we pull the drenched little fellow aboard, I am compelled to look up and back to the retreating dock. As the ‘Stoker’ departs Rio de Janeiro and loses the range of the rifle’s effectiveness, we can still see the menacing, shadowy form of our mysterious assaulter standing on the edge of the pier, watching us slip from his murderous clutches.”
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Chapter Five.
Bonnie Ayries
Bae mae lights, if I ever gets back tae Rio de Janeirae, I’ll have that blouody beaerded dysc clerk’s eayres fer mae breakfast hinnies!
If naughtte this a’bein’s the worst sea voyage of me life, then me name’s naughtte Pol Aengus MacDooncan Geordie Steele!
Bae daye, the waters lie as flat and calm as Loch Lomond onnae summer’s afternoon, bhaughtte aette bae the un-natural stillness o’ a wrongfulle deaethe. The ayirre has no life tae it, nor the sea ahboot us. The oppressive silence and close autmouspheres presse hard upon me. Even the simple act o’ braething bae prooving difficult.
Bae night, though, abaerd this cursed ship, the wind roars intae aie fury that threatens tae rip the ship ah-parts! Tis’ ounly the faercely overbuilt counstructions o’ this stout beast that keep us afloat. The waves rise as the wild Highlands frae mae belouved Scotland, rivaling the greatte ranges o’ the savage North.
Like every outher lad frae Edinburgh, I knows me ships, bhaughtte this horrible monster upon which we sail mystifies mae tae nae end. Her black wood, strange design, and uncanny manner o’ construction bae unknown to mae. I’d wager she’de sail straight through the walles o’ Tantalion Castle were the seas te’ rise her up high enough. Aye, she bae a sound boat.
The crew are a morose lot and nae communicative. T’was aulle I could do tae get one o’ the pasty heatherns tae at least tell me the lumber come from Roomania, or Transylvania, or some other Eastern European forgaughtten poucket. I nae’er would have thoughtte I’d ever say such an unfair thing o’ a shippe, bhaughtte this horror positively smacks o’ an indescribable auwra o’ aevil.
Oh, ho, but here is something tae lighten mae heart! The faeir Plumtartt gel is walking mae way! Her beauty makes even this horrible voyage a pleasant thing.
“Yoo, hoo, Mr. Steele? I say, I do apologize for intruding upon you, but I was wondering if you would mind joining the rest of the more appealing members of our merry party on the forecastle, eh hem?”
“Dinnae ask mae tae pardon ye’ Miss Plouomtartt, ye’ couold ne’ar bae anything but a pleasant introusion, I assure ye mae bonnie lass.”
“I say, you are too kind, sir. I will further presume upon your gracious nature to accept this palm leaf crucifix I have crafted for you. I believe it to be in your best interest to keep it upon your person at all times.”
“Oh, aye! It truly does lift a terrible burden of oppression, for I feels it to clear mae mind and refresh mae heart as well. I thanks ye’ most profusely m’dear!”
“Think nothing of it, dear sir, for I feel it to be in my own best interest to secure as many allies as possible in
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