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A dispatch recorded by [[Colonel Freddie Fortesque]]. Found on the [[HMS Victoria]]. | A dispatch recorded by [[Ghosthunter:Colonel Freddie Fortesque|Colonel Freddie Fortesque]]. Found on the [[Ghosthunter:HMS Victoria|HMS Victoria]]. | ||
== Transcript == | == Transcript == | ||
Day 21, | Day 21, | ||
By jigger and crud, how right I was about the bog-eyed traitor [[Kraken]]! | By jigger and crud, how right I was about the bog-eyed traitor [[Ghosthunter:Kraken|Kraken]]! | ||
Height of the storm, suddenly three bells ring and his crew attacks! | Height of the storm, suddenly three bells ring and his crew attacks! | ||
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We fight back, oh yes, and how we fought! | We fight back, oh yes, and how we fought! | ||
My boys were lions, did | My boys were lions, did [[wikipedia:George VI|His Majesty]] proud, but those cut-throat tars were quite a handful, I can't deny. | ||
My duty lay with the cargo, of course, and I was there before you could say 'High Jimmy Knacker', but so too was Kraken, with some sort of cleaver in his hand. | My duty lay with the cargo, of course, and I was there before you could say 'High Jimmy Knacker', but so too was Kraken, with some sort of cleaver in his hand. | ||
But it seems [[The Dagger of Poseidon]] is what the whole damn scrap was about, the greedy blackguard. | But it seems [[Ghosthunter:The Dagger of Poseidon|The Dagger of Poseidon]] is what the whole damn scrap was about, the greedy blackguard. | ||
Freddie Fortesque wasn't going to let him get it, no, no, no, at least not the way he wanted it. | Freddie Fortesque wasn't going to let him get it, no, no, no, at least not the way he wanted it. | ||
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Kraken's cleaver had swiped it off, damn nuisance. | Kraken's cleaver had swiped it off, damn nuisance. | ||
Worse still, in the melee, down goes | Worse still, in the melee, down goes HMS Victoria - glug, glug, glug. Davy Jones' Locker, what? | ||
Turns out, though, that wasn't the end for us. Hoorah for the haunting life! | Turns out, though, that wasn't the end for us. Hoorah for the haunting life! | ||
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But Kraken just slinks there in the corner, slime covered, watchful... attracting the urchins. | But Kraken just slinks there in the corner, slime covered, watchful... attracting the urchins. | ||
==See also== | ==See also== | ||
*[[Day 18]] | *[[Ghosthunter:Day 18|Day 18]] | ||
*[[Day 29]] | *[[Ghosthunter:Day 29|Day 29]] | ||
*[[Day 21,240]] | *[[Ghosthunter:Day 21,240|Day 21,240]] | ||
*[[Day 22,001]] | *[[Ghosthunter:Day 22,001|Day 22,001]] | ||
[[Category:Dispatches]] | [[Category:Dispatches in Ghosthunter]] | ||
Latest revision as of 20:26, 29 June 2023
A dispatch recorded by Colonel Freddie Fortesque. Found on the HMS Victoria.
Transcript
Day 21,
By jigger and crud, how right I was about the bog-eyed traitor Kraken!
Height of the storm, suddenly three bells ring and his crew attacks!
We fight back, oh yes, and how we fought!
My boys were lions, did His Majesty proud, but those cut-throat tars were quite a handful, I can't deny.
My duty lay with the cargo, of course, and I was there before you could say 'High Jimmy Knacker', but so too was Kraken, with some sort of cleaver in his hand.
But it seems The Dagger of Poseidon is what the whole damn scrap was about, the greedy blackguard.
Freddie Fortesque wasn't going to let him get it, no, no, no, at least not the way he wanted it.
But in the tussle, by jingo, he did get it - he got it right in the belly.
Now a dagger - statue or no statue, gold or not gold - to the belly, isn't good news for a chap, and so down went Kraken, swiping his cleaver about, his bulging eye never leaving the Dagger of Poseidon, jammed in his bread basket.
'The curse' he whispered 'the curse.'
Not the greatest of last words, I was thinking, when I looked up and realised it was time for my own...
'Oh, arse!', as I recall.
You see, I was looking up and seeing my own body charging about without a blooming head!
Kraken's cleaver had swiped it off, damn nuisance.
Worse still, in the melee, down goes HMS Victoria - glug, glug, glug. Davy Jones' Locker, what?
Turns out, though, that wasn't the end for us. Hoorah for the haunting life!
And of course, us British ghosts don't give up a tussle, oh no, and neither did Kraken's motley lads, and so the fight rages on.
But Kraken just slinks there in the corner, slime covered, watchful... attracting the urchins.