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Ewelina

Odniosłam wrażenie, że Joe jest nieco skąpy? Ciekawe, po kim to ma? No i radość z ocalenia i wdzięczność ... w słowach oczywiście Wink

AMG

Poczytaj dokładniej Wink

Lidka

Chyba odwrotnie. To reszta załogi twierdziła, że podzielenie się ubraniami jest wystarczającą zapłatą za pomoc i jeszcze wzięła za nie pieniądze, a Joe twierdził, że to mało za taką przysługę i pieniędzy nie chciał.

Ale co z Sarah? Na którym ona właściwie statku jest i kiedy porozmawia z Joe?
I co się dzieje z Eve, jak się goją rany Khaleda?

Ewelina

No tak, źle zrozumiałam tekst Embarassed

nawet się dziwiłam, bo Joe raczej bywał hojny, niż skapy. Właśnie, co z Eve? I Khaledem? Co dalej?

AMG

Gdzieś tam się pewnie znajdą...

AMG

No to ahoj... Płyniemy dalej. Wpis przydługi jak na dotychczasowe wklejanki, ale nie mam gdzie podzielić.

16.11. (Joe)

We sat at dinner when they announced the captain of the other ship. Captain Johnson rose to greet him properly. In response to the greeting, the man who came in shook his head. “I’m not... we don’t have a captain”, he said hoarsely. I still have the feeling I know this voice; I hear every word in my head; the voice reminds me of something that I cannot grasp – it’s an infuriating feeling.

In answer to Cpt. Johnson’s query, the man said, “I was the commander of those people.” When? Many years ago, as he claims. He is well-built, but looks somewhat emaciated. His complexion is olive-grey, there is bruising around his eyes, and all in all he looks weary.

They plan to stay in the port for a couple of days; the men are tired from the journey and from the long absence from home. From the fight with pirates, as well. The man is wearing some of the clothes they had bought from the crew; the others are also wearing them. The clothes don’t fit, and mostly the men look sorry and miserable in them. They plan to buy some more fitting ones today or tomorrow, as I’ve heard. The man doesn’t want to immerse in the matter of how they ended up on an undermanned ship with scarce clothes. He doesn’t even want to explain who they are. ‘We were sailors’ was all he said to Cpt. Johnson. Cpt. calls him Commander. He doesn’t look very official in the too small shirt and loose-fitting trousers, but he has a natural air of authority around him, and I’m inclined to believe that he had indeed been a Commander. It’s a man to give orders, not take them. His eyes bother me. He hadn’t exactly looked at me, he just spoke with the Cpt. and didn’t pay much attention to anyone but the crew; he soon left. He came only to thank for the clothes and say they were staying here a couple of days. Cpt. Johnson decided to stay as well, even if only to accompany them; I was about to suggest it myself. They helped us, after all, and their ship is terribly undermanned even for a layman’s – i.e. my – eye. The Commander expressed his gratefulness, although he sounded only polite, and left. His eyes still bother me. The eyes and the voice. I don’t know what it is about them, and it drives me mad not to know. I intend to find the man tomorrow, maybe visit his ship. I need to find out what it is about him.

Rika

Ewelina

Czy dobrze zrozumiałam, że Joe nie może sobie przypomnieć? skojarzyć? skąd zna ten głos i oczy?

AMG

Ewelina

Trening czyni ... lepiej rozumiejącego Wink

AMG

Rika

Dopisać!
Ja Ci pomogę zacząć:

17.11. (AMG) ............ (i dalej to już TY) Wink

AMG

Ale moich pamiętników tam nie ma Wink

AMG

Szukałam i szukałam, ale 17.11. nie ma. Czy może być 18.11.?

Wpis w dwóch krótkich częściach, cały mógłby być za długi.

18.11. (Joe)

I went on the other ship and sought the Commander’s cabin. The people already wear their new clothes, and look much better, cleaner, more civilised. In the Commander’s cabin I found a woman (which is not a common sight on a ship, unless it’s a passenger ship) and the young Arab I thought I had seen during the fight with the pirates. I could see his face now, and then it was again, the unsettling familiarity of the eyes, though exotic, the lips, the expressions, the movements. The cabin was full of rich Arabic clothes and some chests; one of them was open, revealing a dazzling treasure of gold, silver, precious jewels and other riches.

The woman was still a handsome one; she wasn’t pretty – she was attractive in this other special way: more serious, calmer, more classic than most of the girls and women I’ve met. The young man could be her son; there were similarities. He was displeased with my arrival, and shut the chest with a challenging look. It was then that the Commander entered.

Ewelina

I urwałaś w ważnym momencie. Joe chyba znów odnosi wrażenie, że kogoś zna? To znaczy widzi coś znajomego w oczach młodego Araba? Już prawie się wyjaśnia ... chociaż? Pewnie to potrwa Sad