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Recently, I was telling Celtic Virgin that it was a pity that this story could be not continued and finished ; I proposed to her to illustrate it and she agreed : so, here is the new version of ...
Episode 1
Donal sat on a rock and looked down at the cove where Tash was swimming. It was a beautiful Summer afternoon in Baltimore on the South West coast of Ireland in June 1631.
The harvest the previous year had been great and the pilchards that the village relied on for trade were plentiful. Life was good for the villagers but Donal felt extra lucky as he was betrothed to Tash, his childhood friend. Donal had reason to feel lucky. Tash O' Driscoll was a beautiful girl of 18 years.
Sallow skinned with dark hair and brown eyes Tash had an athletic figure from swimming and hard work. She was friendly and outgoing and best of all loved spending time with Donal. Himself, Donal had the same athletic figure and was a charming, good looking boy. He watched for the occasional flash of brown skin in the water below as Tash swam across the cove.
At last tired after a long swim Tash came out of the water smiling at Donal the way a young girl smiles at the one she loves.
Far out at sea Jan Janszoon gazed towards where he knew land to be. The Murad Reis as he was known was the captain of the foremost Barbary slave ship sailing out of Algeria hunting for slaves to be brought back to The Dark Continent. Men, women and children, it didnt matter to him. Men became galley slaves or agricultural workers. Women were sold into domestic duty or again as farm workers. Girls, especially the pretty ones were sold to be in the harems.
Whitaker, The Englishman who had told him of Baltimore in exchange for his freedom came alongside the slaveship captain. ' Not far now sir till we can weigh anchor, should I tell the landing crew?'. ' Yes do please' was his answer. Murad Reis went back to his cabin to prepare for the attack. In Baltimore village at her home, Tash peeled the potatoes for dinner and thought of her 19th birthday the following day.
It was after dinner there was a soft step and a knock outside Tash's home. It was a fine bright evening and would be bright for another few hours and Donal was there to chat her into her 19th birthday. 'Be careful love', said Maire her Mam, and 'happy birthday' she added with a wink. Donal and Tash wandered down the lane towards the cliffwalk hand in hand.
Up the lane between the gorsebushes to the best view in the county.
Looking over the splendour of a West Cork evening the two lovers sat together and looked out to sea. The night was quiet apart from the sounds of the wild and the two could hear shouts and voices from behind the hill. Intrigued they went a bit further as the voices got louder, a language they didn't understand.
The gorse blocked their view but as the path went down to the next cove footsteps on the stones.
Tash was first to see them; an fear gorm, the blue men, native Algerian sailor pirates. Surprise in Donal's eyes, the smile gone from Tash's as she saw the musket and sword on a belt. Tash turned to run and screamed at Donal but too late. The first captives of Baltimore were taken at gunpoint, Tash was grabbed and a hand put over her mouth to stop her screams and Donal was pistol whipped and pulled away back down towards the cove.
Tash and Donal were dragged down to the cove where four row boats were pulled up on the strand. Donal, unconcious was tied hand and foot and put lying in one of them. Tash looked at him worriedly and looked up at her captor. He had her in an iron grip with his left hand and his other hand still over her mouth. Another man was getting cord and set about tying her feet and her hands behind her back.
As he loosened his grip over her mouth to gag her Tash screamed and sank her teeth into his hand. The man screeched, looked at her once and gave her an almighty wallop across her face, knocking her off balance onto the stony beach. Tash screamed in pain and screamed again, her head was yanked back and a smelly rag stuffed in her mouth.
Tash lay on the beach unable to do anything. Her cheek was on fire after the slap and Donal was out cold. 20 men were on the beach already and more were in the boats. They were well armed and they were a tough, serious looking group. No one paid any attention to her apart from one man who seemed to be in charge. Most of the men were obviously Algerian or Morrocan save for the two men in charge, both white, both speaking in English but one in a foreign accent.
It was he who was interested in Tash. He barked out an order and the men started moving up the hill towards the village. He looked at her and licked his the corner of his mouth. Making up his mind he stood over Tash. ' You my dear are going to fetch a pretty penny on the market in a months time, I hope you have many friends as pretty as you to make this fucking awful trip worthwhile. Now sorry but I need to check the merchandise'.
Taking a hold of Tash's neckline Murad Reis tore it downwards exposing her chest. Now bending over her he took each side in his hands and ripped open her dress, completely exposing her beautiful breasts and shoulders. Standing up he looked down at the terrified girl. Putting his boot squarely in the middle of her tummy he pressed her into the ground. 'Yes, this trip maybe worth it yet.'
To be continued ...
The Lost Village
Text by Celtic Virgin
Illustrations by Messaline
Donal sat on a rock and looked down at the cove where Tash was swimming. It was a beautiful Summer afternoon in Baltimore on the South West coast of Ireland in June 1631.
The harvest the previous year had been great and the pilchards that the village relied on for trade were plentiful. Life was good for the villagers but Donal felt extra lucky as he was betrothed to Tash, his childhood friend. Donal had reason to feel lucky. Tash O' Driscoll was a beautiful girl of 18 years.
Sallow skinned with dark hair and brown eyes Tash had an athletic figure from swimming and hard work. She was friendly and outgoing and best of all loved spending time with Donal. Himself, Donal had the same athletic figure and was a charming, good looking boy. He watched for the occasional flash of brown skin in the water below as Tash swam across the cove.
At last tired after a long swim Tash came out of the water smiling at Donal the way a young girl smiles at the one she loves.
Whitaker, The Englishman who had told him of Baltimore in exchange for his freedom came alongside the slaveship captain. ' Not far now sir till we can weigh anchor, should I tell the landing crew?'. ' Yes do please' was his answer. Murad Reis went back to his cabin to prepare for the attack. In Baltimore village at her home, Tash peeled the potatoes for dinner and thought of her 19th birthday the following day.
It was after dinner there was a soft step and a knock outside Tash's home. It was a fine bright evening and would be bright for another few hours and Donal was there to chat her into her 19th birthday. 'Be careful love', said Maire her Mam, and 'happy birthday' she added with a wink. Donal and Tash wandered down the lane towards the cliffwalk hand in hand.
Up the lane between the gorsebushes to the best view in the county.
Looking over the splendour of a West Cork evening the two lovers sat together and looked out to sea. The night was quiet apart from the sounds of the wild and the two could hear shouts and voices from behind the hill. Intrigued they went a bit further as the voices got louder, a language they didn't understand.
The gorse blocked their view but as the path went down to the next cove footsteps on the stones.
Tash was first to see them; an fear gorm, the blue men, native Algerian sailor pirates. Surprise in Donal's eyes, the smile gone from Tash's as she saw the musket and sword on a belt. Tash turned to run and screamed at Donal but too late. The first captives of Baltimore were taken at gunpoint, Tash was grabbed and a hand put over her mouth to stop her screams and Donal was pistol whipped and pulled away back down towards the cove.
Tash and Donal were dragged down to the cove where four row boats were pulled up on the strand. Donal, unconcious was tied hand and foot and put lying in one of them. Tash looked at him worriedly and looked up at her captor. He had her in an iron grip with his left hand and his other hand still over her mouth. Another man was getting cord and set about tying her feet and her hands behind her back.
As he loosened his grip over her mouth to gag her Tash screamed and sank her teeth into his hand. The man screeched, looked at her once and gave her an almighty wallop across her face, knocking her off balance onto the stony beach. Tash screamed in pain and screamed again, her head was yanked back and a smelly rag stuffed in her mouth.
Tash lay on the beach unable to do anything. Her cheek was on fire after the slap and Donal was out cold. 20 men were on the beach already and more were in the boats. They were well armed and they were a tough, serious looking group. No one paid any attention to her apart from one man who seemed to be in charge. Most of the men were obviously Algerian or Morrocan save for the two men in charge, both white, both speaking in English but one in a foreign accent.
It was he who was interested in Tash. He barked out an order and the men started moving up the hill towards the village. He looked at her and licked his the corner of his mouth. Making up his mind he stood over Tash. ' You my dear are going to fetch a pretty penny on the market in a months time, I hope you have many friends as pretty as you to make this fucking awful trip worthwhile. Now sorry but I need to check the merchandise'.
Taking a hold of Tash's neckline Murad Reis tore it downwards exposing her chest. Now bending over her he took each side in his hands and ripped open her dress, completely exposing her beautiful breasts and shoulders. Standing up he looked down at the terrified girl. Putting his boot squarely in the middle of her tummy he pressed her into the ground. 'Yes, this trip maybe worth it yet.'
To be continued ...
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