Mutiny

kontrol

Cadet

PETITION TO BRING BACK THIS SERIES


this is a Crusoe fan fic story

MUTINY

Chapter 1:

Once again I had tried to convince Friday of how there was no mountain god developed by man’s contrivance. He objected,

“This is your “Good Book” it is a good story, nothing more.”

I then threw my hands in the air.

“I will never convince you!”

“I will continue to pray with you.”

I decided to go down to the water and see if the boat that came into view had come closer. It had, and sent a boat ashore. They were a party of only four. They seemed a little smaller than marines and too slightly built for a typical pirate.

Friday had, not knowing a party had landed assed by. Just like before, when I endeavored to approached another group recently landed they shot at me, they shot at him. Not wishing to harm, though in range and with right to do so shot above their heads. T They fled into a wooded area. Ah, I said, not exactly brave! I could see Friday turned to follow, as did I. Sneaking up on them, as they were huddled by each other in a clearing:

”Drop you arms!”

They did so; I did a double take:

”More than the last group,” for they had only one woman with them.

“Who are you?”

“Who are you?”

“I have been here for years.”

”Years?”

”Yes.”

”Then we could be here for years?”

”Yes.”

“Who are you?”

“We are the daughters of merchantmen.”

”A company?”

”Our families own several.”

”Dutch East Indian?”

”No, they are unnamed. They work for Royalty and the navy.”

”I see, so, what is it, the commodity, perhaps slave traders, and your officially an unnamed businessman whose conscience is far from clean?”

“You’re a pirate! A cast off one!”

”No! I was and am an honest man.”

”We are a bit hungry.”

”Didn’t you have enough on board?”

”There was a mutiny. The captain got sick. The first mate being Captain, it went to his head.”

”Every man and woman for him or herself.”

“We joined the mutiny.”

”Why would they throw women off?”

”Well, we stole their guns and well, we were not used to handling guns an a few sailors were injured.”

I thought it a most unusual crew, whether women joined in a rebellion or not, to cast them off.”

”They got the mastery of you, subdued you and still got rid of you?”

”Yes.”

”But if your arms were taken away from you you are after all, as they say ‘the weaker vessel.”

”We were still a threat.”

”To who I demanded?”

“The others on board.”

”The others on board.”

“Their wives!”

Chapter 2

Some of the mutineers who came ashore in a small boat had been caught off guard. The rest of the crew left without them. The part ashore found the women. However, the two women had found guns hidden near the makeshift prison. After realizing their fate they took the boat, made to the cove farther down the way and climbed aboard the larger ship. Instantly they were at war. Robinson and Friday heard the battle and went by shore to the cove. The ship started back to sea as the battle continued.

A fierce storm started miles away. Great thick and unnatural filaments of fire illumined the sky. Waves rose like spires on cathedrals then disappeared to valleys beside which rose more in vile imitation. The world of woe, this Isle was never more tempestuous.

I struggled up a hillside to view with my glass in which I could see confusion and read fear on the rails, where the tow women hung on. While they suffered for going back to ship there was a commingling of men fiercely fighting the lower sails that flew back and forth, trying to cut them. I knew they should have been bare poles, no canvas flying about. This was keeping them from righting their course in such high winds. Now taken aback and being driven towards sharp rocks of shoreline the mast was starting to tear downwards.

The woman, I could see her, the ‘boy’ who concealed her femininity to stay alive amidst ruffians was quarreling with a man. They drew swords, clashed and were by wind hurled about. He nearly stabbed her in the side amidstships, where the mast broke backwards and fell. A bolt of lightning hit so deep with fire it must have hit the magazine. The gun powder blew up when suddenly a great wave obscured the done-for vessel. The last I saw of the two they clashed on what appeared the remains of the amidstship. The rail, upon which the girl was pressed by the point of a rapier yet he fell and she pounced upon him. He lay there face up, a sword at twelve o’clock seemed to sway in the hard fury of God’s revenge. This man was known felon, who killed men for gold and had plotted to kill a foreign dignitary. I went to sleep there on the hill wondering if, by Grace O God, there could be survivors. (1.) For I must admit, the girl, in her loneliness was a splendid sight to look upon in her unconcealment. My wife, probably given me up for dead could be venturing an intrigue of her own at this very moment. That is was tempting to think about.

I awoke nest morning to a strong wind howling. A figure, head down, cheek upon a flat slab of rock on the shore: She dressed in mutineer’s apparel. No tresses of Ladies refinement, she was in her wild untamed state; even unconscious and hair disheveled by the storm that took lives. A small beauty to look at in all her vulnerability had around her hand wrapped a chain. It said on the locket containing a portrait of a man: ‘Remember my love, Olivia’.

Friday was glad we had her. I was saddened by the lack of other survivors. Truly was it the reality is that Davey Jone’s locker is always full. Nothing remains but a portrait. She said he was a sailor. his name was Jack Birdtwistle. She did not ask how she came to have dry clothes but knew the dress was of the tow women.

I asked her what became of the people on board. The women shot a few of the men. A fight broke out between the mutineers and the Captain’s supporters. There was a mutiny by a group wanting the Captain back after seeing how the head of the mutiny became a dictator. Finally she and the head of the mutiny squared off, I had seen the rest. How could I tell her with my vow pressed upon my heart and gleaming gold on my finger she was a pretty delicate looking thing. Not deserving to die unseen on the ‘Isle of Despair’!

Later that night I went to bed wondering what an odd fate. Far from my wife near someone who I like who took a life yet I thought about her. I let her settle in for a while before any other step was taken in our lives.

Notes:

1. there is something like this in the novel.

I have seen a description of a story either on Crusoe or Selkirk or a related subject of his having another romance in his past.... a friendship with Olivia give another dimension to the series...

what I wrote earlier was pure fiction...that includes my other story Algorythm...someone keeps altering things I say or do to make it look and sound like something else....the person I had sent up is someone I favour...even though I have never talked to that person...

Chapter 3:

Robinson was looking into her eyes, he tried to his wife:

“I am doing this for us, when I return from my voyage it will have accomplished creating an enterprise as far and wide as the Empire itself.”

“And when you get off this island you will build this ‘Empire’.

“Yes, Olivia,” he said staring into her eyes, “I will...”

”It is wonderful to dream but dreams die when there is no means to accomplish them.”

”For now my dreams are drowned but rise again will I.”

”You and whose army?”

I have a friend back home, a family friend. Jeremiah Blackthorn.”

“Yes,” he said leaning closer to her, “I,” he said leaning closer. She closed her eyes. He stared at her.

”You might be dead to home,” she said, leaning in towards him. “You were saying...” she said leaning closer. He turned away.

“Impossible!” He thought.

“Suzanne,” said Blackthorn to Robinson’s wife.

“It is some time now since Rob...” she hugged him.

While changing plans concerning them he yet had great affection for them.

“He is gone. I heard from a bucan....sailor and a captain of two different ships: one Spanish the other Dutch. An island near the America’s was stranded during a storm. It struck a sandbar then, once freed hit the rocks and was sunk. NO survivors. One of them recognized the vessel, confirming it was his. The other heard the same story. He... is gone. I am so very sorry.”

“I heard from Spanish bucaneers just before we came here, there was a man with a slave on an island.” She looked at Friday. “They knew the boat, the one you described. They heard about a wife of a friend of the man Blackthorn.” She stopped, “committed suicide upon hearing of her husband’s death.”

He just looked at her and went off...and she followed him upon a hillside which looked out upon the waters.

“I will never go home if she no longer lives. I’d rather die unfulfilled in dreams than dream of home and her if she is not there.”

She shook his arm with her hand.

“But I am here and I would need proof absolute if...I...I..” His arm fell to his side.

Back in England Blackthorn was sending a letter of recommendation to a friend. That since Crusoe was lost at sea: to go and take over the plantation, as the owner was most likely dead.” (1.)

Blackthorn in the meantime goes to Suzanna from time to time. The next time he sees her she is with Robinson’s father.

“You, to take over Robinson’s plantation? (2.) Shouldn’t we have some absolute confirmation of...death?”

”Sir, I assure you I have had men scout the world to find your son. He is a dear young friend and I had hoped to be his guide and partner in commerce. However much I have sought to find his whereabouts, there is only a dead end. It is certainly not easy for me. Especially, seeing his precious wife distraught over his undoubted demise.

“But my friend, there comes a time when we must face reality. May the good Lord provide for him if he is merely lost; if not may we find him again in Paradise.”

”My son dead. Oh, my dear God! Have mercy on his soul! Yes, yes, if you—of all people could not find him then perhaps no one can. Nevertheless, my mind may yield but my heart not I will give up all hope only when I find article he took with him on that voyage brought back to me. Now, Jeremiah,” he took hold of his two shoulders with both hands, “Bring me proof: either of his existence or not.”

”Well...that may be quite impossible yet once again I shall search, the entire surface of the seas if I have to.”

Back on the island, Olivia, who had found a case washed up on the shore opened it. Amongst the articles salvageable was a small case containing a portrait. Opened it up, it was a picture of a woman. On the back side was the name of the painter and the name ‘Suzanna’.

“Pretty she be...does she think him dead yet...shall Crusoe be free off this island.”

She put the portrait in a box that had hidden components, the type used by pirates. She hid this in a different place from the larger case.

Crusoe:

”Where have you been Friday has cooked us a meal.”

”Very good. You never found anything more from your boat on the shore?”

”No.”

”Did you retrieve any keepsakes?”

”I lost something precious. Worth more than gold.”

”He lowered his gaze, walked off a ways and shed tears. He turned to go back but she was there in front of him. She hugged him.

“I’ve lost something precious that I with me when I came ashore, before I passed out, before I was saved, by You!”

Returning home they were greeted by Friday who held a metal objects in his hand.

“Remember that area where there were the trap doors and the old bridge that is too brittle to cross again?”

”Yes, I imagine the wild dogs trapped on that side have probably

eaten each other alive by now.”

”I found this nearby. It has smiley face.”

”Yes, it is a symbol of an order of religious warriors. They fight each other, do charitable work, and worked as mercenaries and hoard material wealth.”

”As a religious person you are supposed to not be hoarding gold.”

”True.”

Olivia:

“They are both called ‘Knights Hospitalers and Knights Templar. They use this symbol to alert one another of a friend’s presence or that he has been there.”

”And so they were here?”

”Are they coming back?”

”I don’t know, obviously they reached the farthest shores.”

Friday:

”I found this on the other side of the island the other day looking for game.”

It was a case with a Bible inside. Inside that was a parchment of writings of the Jesuits.

“What is that writing?” Asked Olivia.

Asian calligraphy was on the case. There was a map (3.) of some islands and a part of the mainland nearby. However the date on it was from the 1500’s.

“It is very old indeed. What is all this for?” Inquired Friday.

“A religious order that spread across the world. The Jesuits. This looks like a map of the Japans.”

”Busy island,” said Friday.

They heard a snarl.

“Dogs are back!”

Crusoe pulled back he did not have a weapon, neither did Olivia. Friday waited and then when the dog came close in for the kill he bent his bow down along his waist pulled it back up and hit it between the eyes killing it.

“Just like I said, Practice.”

The next day Friday found three more dogs remains; it would seem they eat each other.

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1. This is something like Cloe taking over Lana’s charity while they wait for word from or about her...

2. I am not sure if I am repeating part of a previous episode here or not...

3. See the episode where there is map used.

Chapter 4:

Friday was amazed that the European’s religion could be so war-like. That the Christ who preached Love could be so enraged he threw out the money changers out of the temple of his God, his father. That the Knights Templar and Knights Hospitallers went to this Holy Land

He was most intrigued at the idea of religious soldiers of fortune. (1.)

To him the ancestor’s spirits were not to be trifled with. The world was spirit and to eat a man was to imbue oneself with the spirit of another (2.) For we all go back to the earth, so why not delay death by consuming the man before he passes on to dust (3.) This organized religion was foreign to him. Buildings built to house God who is a spirit, it was no wonder they built rich temples, churches and monasteries. Money and materialism was the nature behind some men’s worship. When told of the knights being forced to Malta, it seemed to him they might have treasure hidden elsewhere. Maybe men will come back for it; in exchange for finding it they could be given transport back home. They went back to where the ancient bridge was in search of this treasure, in case someone who heard about would come and get it.

They found a passage leading them in that did not involve hidden keys. By regarding symbols on walls they now passed by that they had seen earlier on walls that were in the area they had first been in, they figured out a few areas where treasure might be hidden. Inside one part of it they did not find treasure but a cache of weapons recently stored there.

“Like I said, busy island.”

”I recognize this, well, I remember this. My dress!” said Olivia.

“So you did not always dress like a buccaneer?”

“And my things.”

”So, these are the articles of the people you came with.”

”Yes but I cannot find a necklace which had a locket.”

”Was it with your shipmates, Olivia?”

”I don’t know.”

He held up a map but there were stars on another identical map corresponding to it.

“A star chart.”

”Look!”

Olivia picked up a compass.

“Better than gold, exclaimed Crusoe.

“There are a few more,” Friday said.

“Good it looks like these are from more than one ship. Along with extra guns and ammunition we will be better enabled to stave off any attacks in the future.”

”What is the matter Olivia?” asked Friday.

She went to a corner and sat sullenly down. Robinson kneeled down beside her.

“Go away. I have a headache, a storm is coming.”

She pushed him away and stared at nothing in front of her. Then she stared at him.

”We are stranded when we could be with those...we love.” The she started to cry, rubbing her eyes with her cuffs.

“Leave me alone!”

”Perhaps,” Friday interjected, “we better start going home.”

As they started for home a storm arose on the sea. A waters spout churned the sea and overtook an old wreck that had drifted from afar into the cove. The wreck was picked up a few feet above the sand bar and splintered outward in all directions. They saw an unusual sight on the beach below, two horses racing the sand. The two animals had harnesses.

“Those are very strange creatures.”

”You have never seen a horse?”

”No Robinson, never, are they dangerous?”

”Only if you stand behind or in front of them. Only approach them from the side. Someone brought them from Europe by ship.”

He turned:

”Olivia, no!” he aimed his gun at her.”

“No,” said Friday, not comprehending what exactly he aimed at. He hit the gun out of her hand. Pulling out another she put it to her head.

She fell and was holding her head was bloody now.

It was old dissolved gun powder, not to have done anything but scratch her skin a little.

”Let’s get her home.”

”Here Friday, take this stuff.”

Crusoe helped her down hill and also into a cave.

“We will camp here for the night.”

Outside the cave it was howling. At times of calm the wind on the island subsided but it could be heard hurrying over the ever roaring sea towards the shore.

Olivia started to whimper.

”She was looking for something but she didn’t find it.”

”You may be right, something has unsettled her.”

”She puts up a brave front. Being stranded is a hard thing to endure.”

”She is the only woman with us...that in itself must be hard.”

Just then the wind blew the fire started by Friday out. The moon was large and in front of the cave entrance it was shining in. Then clouds started to cover over the moon. Friday start sparking the fire back to life with two pieces of flint grating on one the other. A glow started, the cave warmed a little. Tears were still running down Olivia’s face as she slept.

Below them there were voices. They watched a party of four, their figures outlined by a break in the storm with a moon lit silhouette. They could be heard stumbling down the hillside. A shot was heard, a shout of agony...then only three voices. On the beach they got into a boat and, sailing along the shore, in moon light they could be seen turning inwards. A crack of thunder echoed all around, wind started to howl again. The moon hid from the dead and rain began to fall down. Olivia was oblivious to all except her own dreams, dread and memories.

Notes:

1. Of course the money changers abused the privilege of being in a place of worship and the Crusades were no doubt misguided religious fanaticism.

2. I am thinking of ancestor worship and animism, the belief spirit is in all living things.

3. Of course I do not believe such a thing.

Chapter 5:

She weeps.

Yes, she said something about it.

I see.

Never see him aga... Olivia said in her sleep.

So, she further unconceals herself in her sleep.

Killed him...going to kill my Love...no one touches my Love... his head...conspiracy....

He...hel...p...

A man passed out. He lay some distance away and held his head which was bloody. They turned him over.

Oh, I think he

Friday stated this when they saw the other side of his head. Look the symbol.

Yes, someone is here for some other reason than being shipwrecked.

I will bury him another time. It is going to storm.

Just then the wind picked up. A fire on the other side of the cove could be seen. A box containing papers and small objects was lying beside the dead man. While Friday slept Crusoe kept watch. He put most of the papers and objects back in the box but put a few things in his coat. He looked at Olivia. He saw she was pretty when she was not cross-dressed. Her black hair and dark eyes were opposite to his wife. And he remembered in the Good Book that if a woman’s husband dies she is free to marry whom she wants to. If Crusoe dies before getting back to England: those reaching the shores of the Afterlife are not married in Eternity. Either way the loss of husband and wife: his wife, himself, marriage is not regained. Crusoe knew Olivia’s presence was a wonderful thing yet troublesome for him.

Lightning touched the water, thunder sounded echoing off of rock faces of nearby cliffs. As the lightning flashes on off again the dead man rose and stumbled.

Blackthorn sent me but not them!

He fell down again...dead.

Crusoe pushed the body down the hillside-: it dropped into a crack in earth made by an ancient upheaval. He had meant to bury him later, only dropping him down so cannibal wouldn’t find him. Friday awoke and Crusoe went to sleep by Olivia. In her sleep she said Crusoe.

Next day Olivia woke but she was uncommunicative. Friday gave her food which she reluctantly ate. The shock to her head did more damage to her than they thought. However, eventually she became her old self in a few months. Even so, her overall state of mind was of a more melancholy spirit. She was now less hopeful about escaping the island.

Her main concern was over the pirates coming back.

The wind blew till trees started to topple. A large stone fell from above missing them. Olivia said it was thrown down by the sailors she came with. That is when Crusoe and Friday went to look at it in the rain. What it was they saw was the face of some sort of deity. A religious artifact they never knew about must have been detached from its mooring pedestal. Was it a natural occurrence of age and wind or was it pushed down on purpose?

Chapter 6:

Jeremiah Blackthorn found himself once again consoling Suzanna Crusoe.

“I will help with the upbringing of the children.”

She thanked and jugged him. He could not help it: she, a ‘widow’ at least that is what he told himself. That, despite a report he heard about his shipwreck. Nothing however was confirmed and so, he ventured to...lift her chin with his fingers and kissed her. She did not resist. This was at the same time as Caruso and Olivia kissed.

“I have a proposition for you,” so said Blackthorn to two men. Now, we do not know if Robinson lives or not. So, in order to secure a future for his wife, here is property of his.” H showed them the documents. Of course I bought it; but to keep it out of enemy hands in this rebellious time! You two keep it up, turn half of the proceeds to his wife and that should keep them above water. Keep a quarter for yourselves.

“We have to deal with two factions: for, and, against the king. Fortunately some papers fell into my hands. An unpublished pamphlet where Caruso wanted to support the king but it seems he also had no toleration for foreign elements. The people who are not on the King’s side are seen as foreign. Therefore we need to prove he is loyal and show that his concern meant not getting rid of the King but of those who do not belong in our society who are rebellious. I am not convinced he actually meant all Anglicans. So, we defend Suzanne’s right to all status as a widow. And I want you to spread the word Crusoe is a Loyalist and for the King....We have a dilemma to solve as his father is not Catholic.

Olivia:

“Robin, you were on the King’s side when you left then?”

”Not quite, I was neutral but I’d rather not have an Anglican Monarchy. My father is a Puritan. No doubt your buccaneers...”

”Pirates, Rats!”

”Yes, well, as they would call them ‘Puke Stockings’. [I heard that in a movie on tv once] I cannot help but think my family is in danger. Though a friend said he’d help in that even...”

”I heard you were against the King from one of the men on another ship...about Caruso businessman lost at sea.”

News travels fast and becomes disarranged. No doubt some have spread false information for an advantage over others. It works if you know

how to use it for favours from the proper authorities.”

”I should like to know if a trap was laid for me. Are you sure your friend is loyal?”

”Jeremiah is a good friend.”

”You are not there.”

”True, and circumstances that allow opportunity for a breach in the fabric of friendship is easily cut.”

”Any revolutionary climate can easily sunder the chains of Dominion and Sovereignty.”

”Yes, there are the pirates on high seas whose trade is unheard and unaccounted for War. Subversion of authority even in a good cause can still be punished. Rebellion when not justified may draw many men to it who are only for a Just Cause. And so, some enjoin themselves to the Devil unwittingly, by deception and false reasoning. I could write a pamphlet to tell the world but alas, my voice is drowned at sea though I am alive...

Chapter 7:

“Leave me alone,” shouted Olivia When the man beside her during the Sunday ship service told her she would go to the devil for stealing.

“I did not steal it, you took it from!”

”Swear before all these good souls.”

“I will, I do!”

”Now,” said the Captain. “We are to take our gift and leave it at the altar and discuss disputes in another place. The Church (such as it is) is a sanctuary from such things as contention. Lay thy complaint against thy brother in private.”

“Some things are needed to say aloud. Like replies ‘gainst false accusations,” she said.

“Well,”

“You said I was carrying back home with the smith, the cooper and the joiner. Pick one!”

”You’re right.”

”False tongues are condemned in the Bible. And lucre...”

”I needed to borrow certain sums against bankruptcy.”

”Money you owed me for work done, said Olivia. Not to mention my curing you of madness when ergot got into the rye [a fungus causing hallucinations] in the food stocks below.

“You accused me afterwards of witchcraft! You said I looked a hundred feet tall and my eyes looked over clouds and my tears became as rain drops upon all the crops. I cured you and now this!!”

She slapped him.

“Silence,” said the Captain. “Put her in the cargo hold...and a sailor to watch her. You have been nothing but trouble from the beginning! The doctor won’t have an assistant for three days!”

The doctor started to protest since he was usually a little tipsy. He thought the grog was potent from spice when it was at this point Olivia was adding something in it.

“At least give me that book and my ‘Paradise Lost.”

“Youngin’, that Milton has some stuff about Satan in it. Think you’re bein’ influenced by it. And the Doctor...’A man take’s a drink, drink takes the man’ Pretty dangerous to be readin’ what contains craft of the occult.”

”It’s equal to the ancient Greek plays and Plato.”

”Occult learning”

”Philosophy!”

”You’re in the brig. You take one more step and they’ll leave you adrift with no paddle and your hands tied behind your back.”

“Rather be wrongfully accused than confess thing I never did. Unlike some people.”

”And what about the man from...who caused all the trouble.”

”I’d put him out for six months till he signed a confession, including the surveillance and false claims of a ‘paranoid conspiracy’. That was a new argument that they started when others didn’t hold water. One day there will be a revolt aboard and you will be here instead of me.

Unknown Plague

“Robin,” said Friday, “the ancestors speak.”
Mummies of ancestors sat upright on a ledge where they were left. (1.)
“Our people,” responded Crusoe as Friday bowed before them.
“…believe the dead are like in sleep. In the Afterlife they will be revived to life everlasting…that is, if they are Judged worthy of Life Everlasting.”
”Let us leave.”
Just then a strong wind blew and thunder distantly announced itself after a thin streak broke the dark blue cloud cover.
“It will be too late to get to the ship if we stay.”

Back on the ship the crew, made up of sailors who had mutinied and were put out and after as storm capsized their small boat (2.)
“We can’t put ashore the storm it too close and the rocks there and the undercurrent bespeaks disaster there, ride it out.”
“You, see our man there.”
Olivia tended to a sailor with whip marks on his chest.”
”Lash the chest?”
”Captain got shot; First Mate went overboard with power. Did everything backwards too!”
“Aye, had fever he did.” To her query.
“I hope none of you have it.” (3.)

“Olivia,” Said Friday, “this one says he saw giant sea creature rise and swallow a boat. (4.)
“He’s burning up. What is this?”
She notices a pouch; it is full of some powder.
“Perhaps to ward off spirits?” said a mate.
“Maybe, it tastes like medicine. Maybe this is a homemade remedy. They sometimes react with other things and the positive effects are canceled out and other effects make one deranged.”

Lightning struck the small boat. The larger vessel was captured however the men had to abandon ship when the Navy used cannon balls of wood covered in pitch that were lit on fire. A hard rain came just in time and the vessel was spared. They caught up with it before it landed on the rocks.
“Well,” said a sailor to Robin, “we have to watch for traitors.”
”Go on.”
”We started to drift; everyone was too weak from the fight to work. Those two below were dressed like us. They start to light torches there to signal the Navy. We fought. They were going to burn the vessel, then jump overboard. We caught them doused the fire then clapt irons on them. One of them started getting a rash, spitting up blood, he died. We were afraid to touch him. One of the fellows brought him up.”
”Did he get it?” Olivia asked.
“Yes. We—without touching him, we used poles, knocked him out, shot him and wrapped him up in old sheets. Threw him in the small boat and torched it like a real pyre. I shot him when the wind blew the sheets I at first thought it was him…”
He had a Bible in hand.
“I hope to God we don’t go like them.”

“That’s a pretty grim situation, perhaps we should find out where they have been….”

“Yes, so did they get the infection on the island or was it on board?”
”Well,” said a sailor, his weather worn face told of burning sun, harsh Northern travels. “I was put ashore in the year-; well, see I’m a bit older than them. It’s not usual for me to get sick, in-doors, that’s where you get it close quarters are where disease breeds best.
“We picked up a few soldiers that had been in a quarantined city. Some of us put up a fuss but the Captain needed the men. We were after some pirates robbing small towns on the coast. Later, these stayed on after we left for the high seas. We only found out later they were on the Continent at a quarantined city.
Olivia:
“That maybe it. I do not know what it is. I think we should get rid of the clothes and person affects of those who died. Then take those two to an island.”
Robin:
“There was a tribe that had some Shaman (5.) who cured people who were brought from other islands,” Friday recalled.
“How far is it?”
”It is about a hundred…of your reckoning.”

When this storm dies down…until then put up that board to cordon them off. Feed them and give them the fruit. On top of that they don’t need scurvy.

Lightning flashed and almost seemed to lash out at them. Sounds of thunder coupled with roaring wind bringing up in the scoop of its hand water over the ship. A window open below let a wash cover the floor in the Captain’s room. The log had to be kept in another part of the ship along with a star chart and map of the islands.
Olivia came up and told them the two men died.
“I am loath to state it: I am relieved of their sickly presence. What they did in not touching them.”
”We cannot send them off well in this,” she held her hand up wet and cold and bare.
“Yes, they go to the bottom barely regarded as human, for they were nearly cadavers when we met them and what they traveled with won’t be missed.”

Later:
“Commend them to the depth. May God’s mercy be upon them. Somehow Lord, let their families know they were cared for-; though we did not know them. Amen.”

Having acted as Captain Crusoe nodded and winding sheet and all. Both men went down in the middle of a tremendous storm taking with them the treacherous disease.


Notes:

1. i saw some magazine or tv doc had this where the dead were left like this on a cliff
2.I just saw a ‘Mutiny on the Bounty’ movie.
3.disease made men mad on many voyages so that they did things that archeologists wonder about…I have seen descriptions of strange things on docs on the subject.
4.there are many accounts of large creatures in ancient times and recent…
5.Shaman, are sometimes medicine men, wise men, dispense information etc….
 
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