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Simms   looked   at   the   Mayor’s   gritted   teeth   and   clenched   fists   and gulped. "Sir….    Oh,    um,    yes,    of    course"    he    replied    nervously.    "All    right then….      Um,   Mr.   George,   Mr.   Ollie,   the   Queen’s   two   daughters   have been   kidnapped   and   are   being   held   for   ransom!   There,   I’ve   said   it!"   He glared    at    the    Mayor.    "But,    only    by    your    order    Sir!    I    shall    not    take responsibility for divulging ––" "Yes,   yes,   yes   Simms….   we   all   know    who   forced    you   to   help   us   with this   trying   state   of   affairs   don’t   we.   Now   then,   George,   Ollie,   you   see   our situation don’t you?  What Simms failed to say however ––" He glared at Simms and growled as if he were going to attack. "––   and   I’m   not   sure   we   have   a   week   or   two   to   wait   while   he   tries   to explain ––" Then    he    shook    his    head    in    disgust    and    turned    back    toward    the fishermen. "––   is   that   the   Queen’s   daughters   may   be   captive   somewhere   on   a remote   island   in   the   northern   sea.   Therefore,   you   must   certainly   see   the logic in our asking for your help!" George   looked   at   Ollie   and   then   back   at   Miller   with   a   blank   stare   but Ollie    elbowed    him    and    whispered,    "George,    we’ve    been    up    there… remember? We know the area and we have a boat!" "Yeah,   and   we   almost   got   killed   the   last   time   we   went   up   that   far. Remember that storm?" "Oh –– Right –– The storm.... Um, George…?" "Yeah…?" "That   was   for   fish.   This   is   for   children…   to   save   them…   they’re   in trouble… dangerous trouble… kind of like we were in that storm!" "You want to do this don't you?" "George,   we   might   be   the   only   ones   who   can   save   them,   the   only   ones!" George   closed   his   eyes,   took   a   very,   very   long   breath   and   covered   his face   with   his   hands.   Then   he   parted   his   fingers   and   said   through   gritted teeth,   "Yeah,   maybe   you’re   right   but,   this   sounds   like   trouble   to   me.   We barely made it out of there last time." "It’s for the kids George, the kids !" Miller and Simms were silent, anxiously awaiting the fishermen’s decision. Would they help or would they decline. The only sound in the room was the clock on the wall. Tick-tock, tick-tock; the seconds clicked by as George silently rubbed his chin with one hand, thinking. Tick-tock; everyone waited in silence…..
A Story for the whole family
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Aye ! Tis a story of Kidnapping, Conspiracy, Pirates, even a bit of overthrow and deceit. The Queen knows not who to trust. Fishermen ya say? Hmmm. They’ll have their hands full for sure. Tis worth a bit of a read methinks.
A Story for the whole family
Read on your PC, Computer, Tablet, Kindle, IPhone, Android and more.
Aye ! Tis a story of Kidnapping, Conspiracy, Pirates, even a bit of overthrow and deceit. The Queen knows not who to trust. Fishermen ya say? Hmmm. They’ll have their hands full for sure. Tis worth a bit of a read methinks.
Simms    looked    at    the    Mayor’s    gritted    teeth    and clenched fists and gulped. "Sir….   Oh,   um,   yes,   of   course"   he   replied   nervously. "All    right    then….        Um,    Mr.    George,    Mr.    Ollie,    the Queen’s    two    daughters    have    been    kidnapped    and    are being   held   for   ransom!   There,   I’ve   said   it!"   He   glared   at the   Mayor.   "But,   only   by   your   order   Sir!   I   shall   not   take responsibility for divulging ––" "Yes,   yes,   yes   Simms….   we   all   know    who   forced    you to   help   us   with   this   trying   state   of   affairs   don’t   we.   Now then,    George,    Ollie,    you    see    our    situation    don’t    you?      What Simms failed to say however ––" He   glared   at   Simms   and   growled   as   if   he   were   going to attack. "––   and   I’m   not   sure   we   have   a   week   or   two   to   wait while he tries to explain ––" Then   he   shook   his   head   in   disgust   and   turned   back toward the fishermen. "––    is    that    the    Queen’s    daughters    may    be    captive somewhere    on    a    remote    island    in    the    northern    sea. Therefore,   you   must   certainly   see   the   logic   in   our   asking for your help!" George   looked   at   Ollie   and   then   back   at   Miller   with   a blank    stare    but    Ollie    elbowed    him    and    whispered, "George,   we’ve   been   up   there…   remember?   We   know the area and we have a boat!" "Yeah,   and   we   almost   got   killed   the   last   time   we   went up that far. Remember that storm?" "Oh –– Right –– The storm.... Um, George…?" "Yeah…?" "That    was    for    fish.    This    is    for    children…    to    save them…   they’re   in   trouble…   dangerous   trouble…   kind   of like we were in that storm!" "You want to do this don't you?" "George,   we   might   be   the   only   ones   who   can   save them, the only  ones!" George   closed   his   eyes,   took   a   very,   very   long   breath and   covered   his   face   with   his   hands.   Then   he   parted   his fingers    and    said    through    gritted    teeth,    "Yeah,    maybe you’re    right    but,    this    sounds    like    trouble    to    me.    We barely made it out of there last time." "It’s for the kids George, the kids !" Miller and Simms were silent, anxiously awaiting the fishermen’s decision. Would they help or would they decline. The only sound in the room was the clock on the wall. Tick-tock, tick-tock; the seconds clicked by as George silently rubbed his chin with one hand, thinking. Tick-tock; everyone waited in silence…..