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In which we fight Somalian pirates and arrive in Kenya
After regrouping and staying at the hospital a while for recovering, we set off on a boat through the Suez Canal and around the East Coast of Africa towards Mombasa, Kenya. The gun wound in my gut was still giving me the odd trouble so I hired a doctor to look after me while I relaxed in my cabin. There wasn't much to do or see anyway so I buried my nose in a good book and made sure I didn't miss any of the doctor's prescribed administrations of Gin, which seemed to do wonders.
On the fifth day of our journey, my birthday no less, I'd just had breakfast and was still only clad in pyjamas, smoking jacket and slippers, Prof. Carter knocked at my door inquiring if he could borrow my telescope. I was still wondering what he wanted to look at when there was some commotion outside and shots were fired. I quickly instructed the doctor to hand me my rifle just in case anything untowards happened. Just then, Prof Carter burst through my door again shouting about the boat being boarded by pirates. Now, I just could not take this sitting down so I handed the good professor my shotgun, instructed the doctor to set up a triage and get ready for more patients.
The ship had indeed been boarded and some of the pirates had managed to wound and even kill a number of the crew but swift fighting and some well-aimed shooting quickly saw an end to their plans. The pirates had thrown ropes across from their boat and tucked it alongside our ship. At one point there was a shot from the lower deck and the smokestack exploded, bringing the pirate ship to a standstill. Some of the ropes snapped and the thing veered off. Meanwhile, fights had taken place all over the ship and suddenly there was Robert, heaving a bleeding, headless corpse over his head and lobbing it at a huge black pirate who had just boarded, sending him over the railing into the murky depths. One pirate survived and was taken in by the captain to be turned over to the authorities in Nairobi. Alex, our intrepid author, had sustained a rather nasty gunshot wound to his arm and locked himself up in his cabin. Thankfully, we managed to persuade him to unlock the door and have his wound seen to. Good thing I'd hired a doctor, I wonder if we should invite him to join our expedition?
The captain was both apologetic and grateful and not only invited us for dinner at his table but also refunded our fare. Frankly, all we did was save our own hides but we didn't decline his generous offer. I'm hoping he'll be able to continue his business despite his losses of crew, the first mate and three further officers among them.
The rest of our journey passed without any further incidents so we arrived in Mombasa two days later. After checking in at the Castle Hotel, we explored the city for a while and did a spot of shopping for the trek into the heart of the Black Continent ahead. I finally managed to get my hands on a rather splendid elephant gun and I also bought a Colt automatic as I've found that rifles could get a little inconvenient in tight spaces. Then I signed up for the zebra bounty (the beasts being a pest at the moment) for which I was rewarded a Mauser rifle which will come in handy as a backup.
Early next morning, we boarded the train to Nairobi. Eighteen hours on a wood-fired train, even in first class, were rather more uncomfortable than on the Orient Express but you can't expect everything in these primitive climes. At least the views were stunning, if a bit damp, it being the rainy season.
After arriving in Nairobi, the rather bustling capital with a surprising amount of motor traffic, I rejoined society as it were by checking in at the best hotel and joining the local gentleman's club for completeness.
At its first gathering, I met the rather famous Peter Rogsby, expeditioner extraordinaire who was willing to not only be our guide but also outfit the expedition for us, taking a lot of trouble off our hands. Mr Rogsby also offered to reduce his rather hefty fee if he were allowed to hunt elephants on the way. As I'm still missing a decent pair of tusks in my collection and had just picked up a gun, I willingly agreed in the hope of getting a shot in myself.
We'll see tomorrow how effective Mr. Rogsby's machinery is but now it's time for some rest.
As usual, input from the other players welcome.
In which we fight Somalian pirates and arrive in Kenya
After regrouping and staying at the hospital a while for recovering, we set off on a boat through the Suez Canal and around the East Coast of Africa towards Mombasa, Kenya. The gun wound in my gut was still giving me the odd trouble so I hired a doctor to look after me while I relaxed in my cabin. There wasn't much to do or see anyway so I buried my nose in a good book and made sure I didn't miss any of the doctor's prescribed administrations of Gin, which seemed to do wonders.
On the fifth day of our journey, my birthday no less, I'd just had breakfast and was still only clad in pyjamas, smoking jacket and slippers, Prof. Carter knocked at my door inquiring if he could borrow my telescope. I was still wondering what he wanted to look at when there was some commotion outside and shots were fired. I quickly instructed the doctor to hand me my rifle just in case anything untowards happened. Just then, Prof Carter burst through my door again shouting about the boat being boarded by pirates. Now, I just could not take this sitting down so I handed the good professor my shotgun, instructed the doctor to set up a triage and get ready for more patients.
The ship had indeed been boarded and some of the pirates had managed to wound and even kill a number of the crew but swift fighting and some well-aimed shooting quickly saw an end to their plans. The pirates had thrown ropes across from their boat and tucked it alongside our ship. At one point there was a shot from the lower deck and the smokestack exploded, bringing the pirate ship to a standstill. Some of the ropes snapped and the thing veered off. Meanwhile, fights had taken place all over the ship and suddenly there was Robert, heaving a bleeding, headless corpse over his head and lobbing it at a huge black pirate who had just boarded, sending him over the railing into the murky depths. One pirate survived and was taken in by the captain to be turned over to the authorities in Nairobi. Alex, our intrepid author, had sustained a rather nasty gunshot wound to his arm and locked himself up in his cabin. Thankfully, we managed to persuade him to unlock the door and have his wound seen to. Good thing I'd hired a doctor, I wonder if we should invite him to join our expedition?
The captain was both apologetic and grateful and not only invited us for dinner at his table but also refunded our fare. Frankly, all we did was save our own hides but we didn't decline his generous offer. I'm hoping he'll be able to continue his business despite his losses of crew, the first mate and three further officers among them.
The rest of our journey passed without any further incidents so we arrived in Mombasa two days later. After checking in at the Castle Hotel, we explored the city for a while and did a spot of shopping for the trek into the heart of the Black Continent ahead. I finally managed to get my hands on a rather splendid elephant gun and I also bought a Colt automatic as I've found that rifles could get a little inconvenient in tight spaces. Then I signed up for the zebra bounty (the beasts being a pest at the moment) for which I was rewarded a Mauser rifle which will come in handy as a backup.
Early next morning, we boarded the train to Nairobi. Eighteen hours on a wood-fired train, even in first class, were rather more uncomfortable than on the Orient Express but you can't expect everything in these primitive climes. At least the views were stunning, if a bit damp, it being the rainy season.
After arriving in Nairobi, the rather bustling capital with a surprising amount of motor traffic, I rejoined society as it were by checking in at the best hotel and joining the local gentleman's club for completeness.
At its first gathering, I met the rather famous Peter Rogsby, expeditioner extraordinaire who was willing to not only be our guide but also outfit the expedition for us, taking a lot of trouble off our hands. Mr Rogsby also offered to reduce his rather hefty fee if he were allowed to hunt elephants on the way. As I'm still missing a decent pair of tusks in my collection and had just picked up a gun, I willingly agreed in the hope of getting a shot in myself.
We'll see tomorrow how effective Mr. Rogsby's machinery is but now it's time for some rest.
As usual, input from the other players welcome.
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Forget norway!
Date: 25/3/09 02:31 pm (UTC)Re: Forget norway!
Date: 25/3/09 02:34 pm (UTC)Exactly, that's not the sort of thing a gentleman talks about. ;o)
Re: Forget norway!
Date: 25/3/09 03:22 pm (UTC)Re: Forget norway!
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