We arrive
Bon Voyage!
Our next attempt proved sucessful!
The winds abated and the Civic Spirit of Caledon swelled! We were met at the docks by a fullsome crowd of well-wishers and it did our hearts well! The thought of leaving Fair Caledon was daunting, even if only for a time.
And we owe the turn out to Hizz'oner, Desmond Shang, the man who's vision gave us this noble quest as a starting point. A single word to the town crier was all the citzenry required to assemble, And they surely did!
People were soon chock-a-block along the wharf! The standard crew of Miss Saukiama Namanari and Mr. Excaliber Longstaff, Mr. Roy Smashcan and Their Graces of Carntaigh Gabrielle Riel and Lance Jansen were soon joined by a host of others.
ZenMondo Wormser, Justy Reymont, Exrex Somme, Barney Boomslang, Desmond Shang, Amber Palowakski, Khashai Steinbeck, Rafe Wilber, Natacha Chernov, Minuet May, Lapin Paris, Starlight Vandeverre, EllisDee Welinder, Jess Patton, Nympheas Nogah, florenze Kerensky, Bryndall Ellison, Tamala Tambola, Mr. Also Stern, Miss Betty Doyle, Miss Namanari, Mr.Longstaff, Mr Somme, and my wife, Mrs Gable-Burleigh. Were all in attendance.
Oh the joy! The warmth of companionship! And the knowledge, and display, that we would not be forgotten! One rarely sees their place in the home town, until he intends to leave it. The thought of my gentle wife's face not gazing on a Caledon sunset gave me a moment's pause at our solemn endeavor,
But Sail we must! I allowed the moment to wash over me and soon was climbing the rat-lines with Mr. Wormser, chuckling and raoring with laughter! Mr. Boomslang's
faux dive into the tidal waters set the ladies to worry and admonition about his potential wet feet and resultalt cholic or worse! Mr. Welinder and Baroness Palowakski(sp?), and Mr. Wilbur and Miss Trudeau were as jovial as I;ve ever seen them!
But the lines were soon away and we left Mr. Reyment, who had returned to Caledon on matters vital, and others shouting, then waving, their "Bon Voyage" until the distance slowly increased and our dear friends slowly faded.
The days and nights aboard ship were pleasant enough. The men would take their turn at watch, in four hour segments, and and Duke Carntaigh set a sure course and piloted the vessel as Apollo drives his steeds nearer to Hellious! He was tireless and would only turn the wheel to Mr. Smashcan or Mr. Stern at calmer stretches of sea.
The Ladies were abuzz with to whom the had gifted locks of hair! Though I did overhear one coquette, to whom propriety forbids any more description, who had given TWO men her mementos! I hurried away lest I hear more of such!
The Duchess Carntaigh organized an efficient shedule of who would supervise the staff regarding house keeping, cooking and laundering. Whats more, a delightful schedule of concertos was assembled, lessons on proper execution of current dancing steps assigned, as each taught what they knew. (I interject that the ladies taught the ladies and Mr Somme, with an extensive collection of social technicalities, taught the men. I offer this as a clarificaton to the carefully watching!) Entomological lectures were prepared and undertaken on Lepidoptera, the study butterflies and moths, and Hymenoptera, hoping to captilize new discovery's of bees and the honey from said.
But the seventh day we sighted land birds, of the family Columbidae, remarkable similar to our own. Mr Patton's sounding of the waters showed an definite shelf was below us. It would not be long now!
The Voyage to Port Neualtenburg
Long forgotten are our woes as we sailed majestically eastward aboard the good ship HMS Ellen. The Duke Carntaigh’s brigantine cut through the waters as a sword through silken rope. We made good time, traveling league upon league with a stout ten knot wind to our backs.
From the Crow's Nest, Mr. Somme sounded "Land ho!" and there arose a "Huzzah!" from the crew.
We arrived at the shipping roads off Port Neualtenburg and found them laid with precision. Well marked lanes, broad enough for the widest of Galleons to pass 3 abreast, with buoys of the finest manufacture, bobbing in the gentle waves of this goodly harbour. We met the pilot and proceeded to the pier.
From 2500 meters a glint from a glass attracted my eye. We were being surveyed! Our arrival would be known! As officer-of-the-day Mr. Somme ordered the cannon manned but not armed, and I and Mr. Stern subtlety locked and loaded our Mosin-Nagent and Lee-Enfield rifles, respectively as a precaution. Naiveté is no virtue! But we fear we'd disturb the Ladies if we were too obvious.
Mr. Longshaft had the lookout, replacing Mr. Somme to over see his duties on deck, and soon reported the hard points surrounding the wharf were unmanned. We stood down, breathing a sigh of relief.
As we neared the shore we saw a dark figure at the telescope, watching us calmly while the, unarmed, dock crew worked with speed and dexterity to make ready our arrival.
The lines were tossed and we were effortlessly moored. And the dark figure was no lesser personage than Fraulien Bancroft, Burgomeister, literally translated meaning 'master of the citizens', the equivalent of our Guv'ner.
Her black Imperial "Pickelhaube", the Teutonic spiked helmet, gleamed in the mid-day sun. She wore a delicately embroidered black brocaded jacket and leggings of the finest woolen and her patent leather riding boots shone as an onyx ring in a platinum setting. And all the time she methodically balanced a cigarette holder in her teeth.
Bryndall Ellison, Virginia Tambola, Mr. Also Stern, Miss Betty Doyle, Miss Namanari, Mr.Longstaff, Mr Somme, my wife, Mrs Gable-Burleigh and I went ashore after suitably out-fitting ourselves for this foreign City-State.
We were met by Jaeger Edelweiss, the Casino owner, and Xela Verane from the Tourist Center.
The name of the Inn was Die Grunderhaus ---literally Founder's House
to be continued...
Our next attempt proved sucessful!
The winds abated and the Civic Spirit of Caledon swelled! We were met at the docks by a fullsome crowd of well-wishers and it did our hearts well! The thought of leaving Fair Caledon was daunting, even if only for a time.
And we owe the turn out to Hizz'oner, Desmond Shang, the man who's vision gave us this noble quest as a starting point. A single word to the town crier was all the citzenry required to assemble, And they surely did!
People were soon chock-a-block along the wharf! The standard crew of Miss Saukiama Namanari and Mr. Excaliber Longstaff, Mr. Roy Smashcan and Their Graces of Carntaigh Gabrielle Riel and Lance Jansen were soon joined by a host of others.
ZenMondo Wormser, Justy Reymont, Exrex Somme, Barney Boomslang, Desmond Shang, Amber Palowakski, Khashai Steinbeck, Rafe Wilber, Natacha Chernov, Minuet May, Lapin Paris, Starlight Vandeverre, EllisDee Welinder, Jess Patton, Nympheas Nogah, florenze Kerensky, Bryndall Ellison, Tamala Tambola, Mr. Also Stern, Miss Betty Doyle, Miss Namanari, Mr.Longstaff, Mr Somme, and my wife, Mrs Gable-Burleigh. Were all in attendance.
Oh the joy! The warmth of companionship! And the knowledge, and display, that we would not be forgotten! One rarely sees their place in the home town, until he intends to leave it. The thought of my gentle wife's face not gazing on a Caledon sunset gave me a moment's pause at our solemn endeavor,
But Sail we must! I allowed the moment to wash over me and soon was climbing the rat-lines with Mr. Wormser, chuckling and raoring with laughter! Mr. Boomslang's
faux dive into the tidal waters set the ladies to worry and admonition about his potential wet feet and resultalt cholic or worse! Mr. Welinder and Baroness Palowakski(sp?), and Mr. Wilbur and Miss Trudeau were as jovial as I;ve ever seen them!
But the lines were soon away and we left Mr. Reyment, who had returned to Caledon on matters vital, and others shouting, then waving, their "Bon Voyage" until the distance slowly increased and our dear friends slowly faded.
The days and nights aboard ship were pleasant enough. The men would take their turn at watch, in four hour segments, and and Duke Carntaigh set a sure course and piloted the vessel as Apollo drives his steeds nearer to Hellious! He was tireless and would only turn the wheel to Mr. Smashcan or Mr. Stern at calmer stretches of sea.
The Ladies were abuzz with to whom the had gifted locks of hair! Though I did overhear one coquette, to whom propriety forbids any more description, who had given TWO men her mementos! I hurried away lest I hear more of such!
The Duchess Carntaigh organized an efficient shedule of who would supervise the staff regarding house keeping, cooking and laundering. Whats more, a delightful schedule of concertos was assembled, lessons on proper execution of current dancing steps assigned, as each taught what they knew. (I interject that the ladies taught the ladies and Mr Somme, with an extensive collection of social technicalities, taught the men. I offer this as a clarificaton to the carefully watching!) Entomological lectures were prepared and undertaken on Lepidoptera, the study butterflies and moths, and Hymenoptera, hoping to captilize new discovery's of bees and the honey from said.
But the seventh day we sighted land birds, of the family Columbidae, remarkable similar to our own. Mr Patton's sounding of the waters showed an definite shelf was below us. It would not be long now!
The Voyage to Port Neualtenburg
Long forgotten are our woes as we sailed majestically eastward aboard the good ship HMS Ellen. The Duke Carntaigh’s brigantine cut through the waters as a sword through silken rope. We made good time, traveling league upon league with a stout ten knot wind to our backs.
From the Crow's Nest, Mr. Somme sounded "Land ho!" and there arose a "Huzzah!" from the crew.
We arrived at the shipping roads off Port Neualtenburg and found them laid with precision. Well marked lanes, broad enough for the widest of Galleons to pass 3 abreast, with buoys of the finest manufacture, bobbing in the gentle waves of this goodly harbour. We met the pilot and proceeded to the pier.
From 2500 meters a glint from a glass attracted my eye. We were being surveyed! Our arrival would be known! As officer-of-the-day Mr. Somme ordered the cannon manned but not armed, and I and Mr. Stern subtlety locked and loaded our Mosin-Nagent and Lee-Enfield rifles, respectively as a precaution. Naiveté is no virtue! But we fear we'd disturb the Ladies if we were too obvious.
Mr. Longshaft had the lookout, replacing Mr. Somme to over see his duties on deck, and soon reported the hard points surrounding the wharf were unmanned. We stood down, breathing a sigh of relief.
As we neared the shore we saw a dark figure at the telescope, watching us calmly while the, unarmed, dock crew worked with speed and dexterity to make ready our arrival.
The lines were tossed and we were effortlessly moored. And the dark figure was no lesser personage than Fraulien Bancroft, Burgomeister, literally translated meaning 'master of the citizens', the equivalent of our Guv'ner.
Her black Imperial "Pickelhaube", the Teutonic spiked helmet, gleamed in the mid-day sun. She wore a delicately embroidered black brocaded jacket and leggings of the finest woolen and her patent leather riding boots shone as an onyx ring in a platinum setting. And all the time she methodically balanced a cigarette holder in her teeth.
Bryndall Ellison, Virginia Tambola, Mr. Also Stern, Miss Betty Doyle, Miss Namanari, Mr.Longstaff, Mr Somme, my wife, Mrs Gable-Burleigh and I went ashore after suitably out-fitting ourselves for this foreign City-State.
We were met by Jaeger Edelweiss, the Casino owner, and Xela Verane from the Tourist Center.
The name of the Inn was Die Grunderhaus ---literally Founder's House
to be continued...
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