I second that. Yes let the relics return to their owners and to their ancestors so any demons can remain unearthbound for ever. You know something I've always been fascinated by the Native American. Be great if we were permitted to spend some time on an Indian reservation.. that is if they still have them or are all the indigenous people of this nation now assimilated into white society?
A Police jeep came rolling up with flashing lights. Deputy Crow, with his arm in a sling, slid out of the passenger seat saying "I heard you were here, and a few other things too. I have been asked to retrieve the two relics from you Shirley and guard them until I can return them to Chief Flying Eagle. He understands, and the Demon of Roanoke has been banished. I won't explain further. Great work saving the animals, and now there are cold and hungry people stranded on roof tops I hope you can rescue with your boat further south from here. Good luck. I'm going to Manteo now. Phones are out but you can radio me if needs be. Take this portable radio. It's from Radio Shack. Farewell for now." Crow wrapped up the relics gently and put them in his sachel, bowed and departed slowly with a small limp.
Jake and Jack got busy rescuing people from their flooded homes. As soon as they got a load, they took them back to safety. Pretty soon all the stranded people were is a safe refuge. Now we have to see if we can help with the cleanup. Sister Bridget, can you help move that big pile of brush to the roadside for the trash truck to pick up? Craig, can you operate a chain saw? That big tree limb needs to be cut up into smaller pieces. Terence, will you help Craig manage the tree limb?
Will do Shirley. The small chain saw will make short work of it for Craig. He's got really good at the light stuff now. Best leave the nasty big trunks to me for the time being. He's learning quick tho. Sister Bridget is feeding and warming the survivors we've rescued. Lots of hot drinks, blankets and coffees, and treatments, ointments, tablets, a few injections, stitches and bandages. Sister Briget is well skilled and equipped, and a 3rd rank temporary deputy like the rest of us. Hypothermia is the big risk. She gets paid more but gives it all to the Orphanage. That's good by me. I tithe a lot too. Jetson has cullded up about a very cold old lady and nuzzles her to drink the hot chicken soup Bridgent cooked and gave to her. The old dear is even smiling and laughing at that. Fred has gone lookout and jumped in once to help a kid in the water from drowning. The boy slipped off my ladder into the fast current there. Fred had his doggy life jacket on and didn't hesitate in getting the boy on his back and grabbing the thrown rope from Shirley. Fred's strong jaws locked onto the rope with a vice like grip. Soon, we dragged boy and dog on board. Fred got a sausage from Sister Bridget for his effort, and a big hug from me. Two good dogs, and lives saved by all of us. Jack and Jake borrowed my Aluminium ladder to get some off their roofs. Jake was really good at helping some down and Jack got them quickly to our bigger boat. We still have room for more and there's a flash light in the distance morsecoding the 'SOS'. Craig flashed back 'SOON' several times and they flashed back 'THANKS' Craig said. We must save them we all agreed. Steering is not easy in some places, but Jack is giving me very good instructions. It's tricky, but I learn from a real expert. God is with us.
Good work, everyone. We have most of the survivors safe and the debris cleaned up. But, look! One of the pieces of log has some kind of letters carved into it!
What does it say Shirley? The boat is now full of the survivors we saved. Time to take them to safety I guess.
'Roanoke'! No surprise really given we're on Roanoke Island. I wouldn't think more on it? I'm glad good Dpty Crow took away those relics. The farmlands' village to the South are called Wanchese, the most southern inhabited part of Roanoke. Very low lying. Just a lot of homesteads and a few shops. It could be dire hour by hour for any survivors there. Loaded or not, we should go to them now I vote. Please agree?
The stick seems to be from a souvenir. Lots of them with Roanoke carved onto them. OK, let's go to Wanchese. Looks like these folks tried to help and ran aground. How can we prevent that from happening to us?
I'll make a sounding line to check the water's depth Shirley. Jack and Jake's boat has a shallow draft too so best if they lead the way. That should do the trick I hope.
I saw him a little while ago Shirley. We've got lookouts posted, and many brought guns and pets and suitcases... I think Craig's up in the heads unblocking the toilet? We have 59 people now crammed into our 30 max boat. Easy to get lost in such a crowd. Have you seen Sister Bridget? And that strange dog Jetson? I've got a music ear worm in my head thanks to him, something about a dog called Arrow. Me and my Arrow? At least Fred stays by my side mostly as I steer this Odyssey through sunken streets, broad and narrow. Where's Jetson? Oh, there he is on the prow watching the young and fit ones plumb the depths. I gave them the two looking boxes too. I like that they argue whose turn it is. Good people. Jetson barks if the way is shallow, or is danegrous. We are heavily laden and cumbersome and so have a deep draught. Thanks for the foresight Shirley. Underwater obstacles like even clothes lines can be very dangerous. Old Richard here, with his Zeiss binoculars, says he sees some arms waving from just a rooftop abou 800yds SSE from here. Probably 10 foot deep which is ok, but best Jack n Jake ferry them to us. And who's got who cooking that stew? It smells delicious. I mention that to Jack and Jake on the radio, and about the stranded survivors too. They carefully lead the way demanding stew and coffee. Jake has a water box too and a top notch plumb line. Two wise old veterans of the sea. Meanwhile, Craig worked out more throughly, the Depth sounding Apps on the boat's computer". A handy back-up....ummh, my bad. It's really good. Craig's little tinnie is still tied up. Best leave him to it if he's unblocking the dunny? He had a few brave old plumbers all helping said Rob my newly appointed senior 2nd class cabin boy. He said the smell is not nice. Not at all Sir. People like being busy and useful in such times. Lovely to see. No dearth of skills here. I've appointed 12 "armed" 4th class civillian volunteers to assist with law and order. A retired Army Captain Ferguson took charge of that lot keeping things in order with a minor bump in pay and authority for him, like Sister Bridget's. I made the title up but got them all to swear an oath from a movie I'd seen. I mean well, usually.
Not unblocking toilets.. simply filling up the tinnie with gasoline and restocking for further search and rescue. Like the elderly couple I found sitting on their homestead roof yesterday. They told me the flood waters reached 6 ft before they managed to scramble onto the roof. The old woman fractured an ankle while the old man badly cut his foot on a broken bottle . Both are now being patched up at the local doctor's surgery......
Sorry Craig, my mistake. It was someone who looked like you from behind. Seems he fixed the toilet anyway.