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Celtic Odyssey

Celtic Odyssey by D.L Narrol
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This sequel to Prehistoric Journey: The First Expeditions picks up where the first expedition left off. Something tore apart the lifeboat of The Atlantic Mermaid and the crew panicked. Captain Colin Limmerick, a steam-punk version of Indiana Jones, knows that the creature that did this was from a prehistoric time. He is convinced that Dr. Sasha Dimitrikov’s time-travel device widened the passage they journeyed through, allowing prehistoric mammals to slip into their time of 1910. Rosa, Limmerick’s former girlfriend and archeologist, insists there is a pathway that leads to the prehistoric past.

The explorers thrash through time again landing in Ireland circa 840 A.D – a time when savage Vikings pillaged their way through most of Europe. Limmerick, possessed of bulk and muscle, is pitched in bloody battles with Vikings and Celts while the travelers search for the doorway that leads home. Even with Dr. Dimitrikov’s device at their disposal, they may not be able to undo what their meddling has caused and put them back in the time where they belong.

Colin Limmerick knows that the responsibility for all that has gone wrong rests on his broad shoulders, and he will not stop until he has restored the natural order of things.
Double Dragon Publishing; August 2012
ISBN 9781771150071
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Title: Celtic Odyssey
Author: D.L Narrol

Chapter One

January 1909:

The sea was finally calm. The creature lay low and out of sight. Pieces of human flesh, along with other debris, floated about the bloody surface. The vessel’s two steam pipes were cracked, but still managed to expel steam in their regular fashion. The one sail was completely destroyed. It was early morning, where the day was already long and hard. Captain Colin Limmerick wrapped a wool scarf around his broad neck, while casting the nets into the sea. The ten-man crew worked endlessly at staying alert, hoping to overcome the incident from the previous night.

The Atlantic Mermaidsailed along the Irish coast, while still trying to make the catch they should have made hours ago. The sharp winds made their sail a difficult one, where the usual temperament of the sea had worsened. The crew’s knees buckled with exhaustion. They stunk of ale, sweat, and the sea. They watched the scarce rays of light beam upon the hull as the morning fully set in. The distant screeching of a plump dirigible floated above them, which gave them a sense of ease. Eddy, the first mate, woke from his bunk making his way to the deck where he saw his captain hang his torso over the gunnels in the midst of rising sun.

"Captain, haven’t ya slept at all?"

The towering captain turned to Eddy. "Slept?"

"Ya look awful; get some rest. We’re docked at the Dublin Quays. Go, clean yar self up ’n get some sleep."

"That I can’t do just yet, because I found this on the ship," the captain said, holding a gigantic tooth with both his hands.

Eddy stepped back. "It looks heavy, Captain."

"I’d say it’s a good weight."

Eddy examined the tooth with his eyes. "It don’t resemble a shark, nor a whale."

The Captain lowered it to the deck. "Surely, it doesn’t. I bloody don’t feckin’ know what attacked us last night, but this is what it left us."

Eddy stepped closer. "The crew, Captain, are feelin’ a wee bit rattled at last night’s incident. Don’t show them that tooth. Yar crew could quit on yaz, ’n then what?"

The captain raised his soaking cap and flicked back his lengthy forelock. He nervously tied back his long wet hair.

"And then what? I’ll sell me boat ’n move permanently to London."

"Now, yar talkin’ nonsense. C’mon, let me buy ya a pint. Ya sure look like ya need it."

"Ed, we docked at Rosslare some hours ago to get the reel fixed with a new net. Why? Somethin’ is still out there. Somethin’ devoured our lifeboat. Ed, what’s gone on here?" Colin’s complexion was pale. He found himself in an endless shiver. "Our Mermaid, she needs loads of fixin’. She can’t sail over shore; she’s all broke."

Eddy gave Colin a pat on the shoulder. "Captain, yar starved; maybe we could go for some grub, eh? I remember when yaz was a wee lad workin’ on yar uncle’s ship. Ya always took everythin’ too serious, even then."

Colin sighed. "I need to return to London. Get her fixed somehow. Just can’t stick ’round here now."

"London? The weekend’s not over yet. London won’t give ya the answers yaz lookin’ for."

Colin pulled his soggy cap from his head. The dark circles under his eyes over-powered his handsome face. He stood on the deck, drenched with the sea as blood dripped from his inner thigh. He scanned his body to below his groin, noticing his bloodstained trousers. Eddy’s eyes widened with shock.

"Captain, ya need a doctor?"

"As long as me balls ’n cock are still hangin’ low, all is well," Colin forced a smile and unbuttoned his trousers to check. He ran his fingers along his testicles and penis. "It’s all there, thank the good lord." Eddy stood in silence and smiled. Colin smiled back at his first mate. "I bes’ get to work. We’s so bloody behind."

He moved several large crates of fish onto the peer. The rest of the crew reluctantly helped. After their work was done for the day they decided to relax at the nearby fisherman’s pub.

Colin and his crew staggered in feeling their exhaustion and stress get the best of them. They sat at one of the largest tables. They ordered food and several pints of ale. Colin sat with his head buried in his arms. His tweed cap was pulled down over his eyes. His pint sat in front of him with the froth bubbling over top of the glass. His ears were perked, but his eyes were closed. A group of fisherman sat at the next table. They were drunk and loud.

"Three vessels went down last night," one of the fishermen said, to the others at the next table. "Three, I tell yaz... three bloody vessels!" Colin’s head rose as he repositioned himself to sit straight in his chair. "It happened ’round 3:00 in the mornin’. Gone, I tell yaz - all gone. Not a nibble of debris was even found."

Colin took a swig of ale and glanced at his crew.

"What was out there?" one of the other fishermen at the next table asked. "Not a shark, nor a whale - not even the Scots’ Nessie. Sometin’ is out there."

Colin gulped his ale. He glanced at his crew. "Shite. What have I done? Shite."

Eddy tried to smile. "Done? Ya haven’t done anythin’, Captain. Yar not in charge of nature."

The crew chuckled and agreed with the first mate. Colin stared at his first mate and then his crew with a serious expression on his face.

"Ye’d be surprised. Shite, what the feck?"


That following Monday morning London was dim and chilly. Colin made his way to the Natural History Building at The London University; bound up in his vested suit, coat and bowler hat. He used his umbrella as a cane, where each step was painful. He appeared more awkward than he felt, because the umbrella was so much smaller than a fitted cane would be for a man his size. He hoped he wouldn’t be noticed by anyone he knew.

He made his way into the building and proceeded to squirm up every step, which led to his office. He flopped in his chair, not bothering to remove his coat and hat. A lanky fair-haired, young man appeared.

"Mr. Limmerick, so here I find you looking not so fresh and not so professional in your so nice office. You have big drunk last night on high seas with your crew, nyet?" blurted Dr. Sasha Dimitrikov, peering through the doorframe.

Colin sat straight in his chair and fiddled with his crooked tie. "What the feck are ye goin’ on about now? Shite, man, we’ve got us more problems. Will this mess ever end?"

"Last time I see you, you so happy man with Miss Amoli - why you so upset now? I know, you have fight, da?"

"Don’t even think about draggin’ Amoli into this conversation. I had a rough weekend on the Atlantic Mermaid. Some kinda monster is tearin’ up the waters."

Sasha quickly shut the door. "What happened on your ship?" Sasha asked, searching his blazer pockets.

"I don’t think we completely closed the vortex openin’." Colin blinked his eyes several times with fatigue; he had lost his usual zest. "Our last prehistoric expedition was a failure, don’t ye think?"

"Shto?" Sasha asked in Russian, as he pulled a cigarette box from his jacket pocket. He sat down and popped it into his mouth. "What you say? Sorry, I sometimes forget my English."

"We was at sea this weekend, close to home, the Irish Sea ’n Saint George’s Straight - ye know, not far at all. Somethin’ shook the bleedin’ feck out of the Atlantic Mermaid, so much so it tore away at me trawlin’ nets, the reel, ’n even done away with our lifeboat." He recklessly reached for his leather bolg and grabbed a small flask of whiskey. He drank from it with conviction. "I haven’t slept the weekend. We’ve got a serious problem, so we do."

Sasha puffed on his cigarette. "Why you act like all so terrible? You all survive?"


"Then, you not know my Russia. I leave my Russia at beginning of Revolution. You not know how we live. All workers work eleven-hour days. We have poor wages, you not know. All Russian goods very expensive. That is serious problem, da?"

Colin rolled his eyes back with a sigh. "Oh, mother of God, would ye stop comparin’ everythin’ to Russia? This is not Russia. We’ve done some expeditions through time ’n now we’ve opened a Pendora’s box, don’t ye think?"

"I walk these streets of London, I do not see so much suffrage as my streets of Petersburg. You not know, Mr. Limmerick. I think Czar will soon be in great trouble. There is movement happening now."

Ye like yer Czar?"

"Nyet! I hate him. I hate all politicals."

Colin shook his head. "How’d we get onto this topic, I don’t know?"

"You mention serious problem. You not know serious problem. You are big strong Irishman. You have so easy."

"Oh, God."

"You visit my Russia and you see upheaval."

"Ye certainly know bullocks about Ireland, don’t ye?"

Sasha had smoked his cigarette to its butt. "And, now, Mr. Limmerick, you sit there in comfortable university office, dressed in so nice suit, and so many women ogle for you."

Colin sat forward in his chair behind his desk. "Mate, there’s prehistoric marine life roamin’ about our waters. I’m feelin’ rather responsible for it."

Sasha’s eyes widened. "Did you see what was in water?"

"I didn’t. Somethin’ much bigger than any whale we know was definitely before us that night."

Sasha gazed at the floor while he lit his cigarette. He paused, and slowly scanned the room.

"You blame it on vortex?"

Colin sat back in his chair, causing the springs to creek. "Oh, feck, why wouldn’t I blame it on the bloody vortex?"

"You imply something here? Shark do this."

Colin hung over the table to get a closer view of Sasha. "And... there’s more. Somethin’ else happened," he said, his voice trembled. "Three fishin’ vessels went down last night."

"How you know this?"

"I heard other fishermen chattin’ about in the pub."

Sasha pretended to be interested in the academic journals sitting on the desk. He smoked in silence. Colin was anxious, but silent. Colin folded his arms in front of him and took a deep breath.

"Sasha, I understand yer theory is beyond any scientists’ comprehension, but it has a shite load of bugs, so it does."

"Bugs? What you say?"

"It’s all gone wrong is what I’m sayin’. We may’ve destroyed the world," Colin huffed, as he rubbed the inseam of his leg. "Almost lost me tanker in the midst of the attack."

Sasha smiled, and pointed at Colin’s crotch. "You lose that, you lose everything." Colin eyes widened.

"If you see doctor he will say you have shark attack. All people know this."

"That was no shark. Prehistoric it was. It had to be."

"Prehistoric? Why? You not have prehistoric attack, you have big shark with so many teeth."

"That was no shark."

"Show me your wound, I tell you if it is shark attack."

"First, I’m not removin’ me trousers here in me office. Second, this creature didn’t touch me. It was when I returned to me vessel after bein’ in the lifeboat, this monster attacked me ship almost capsizin’ us in the process. It swallowed down the lifeboat. The rigging boom fell on me cuttin’ the inside of me leg. I’m in pain every time I walk."

Sasha appeared to be engrossed in one of the scientific journals on Colin’s desk. "A shark can do that."

"In all me years at sea I’ve never spotted a shark. Why would a man-eatin’ shark be in these cold waters? Their primitive fish, not the most adaptable." Colin reached for his whiskey-filled flask and took a few relentless gulps, and then took a few deep breaths. "Besides, this beast lost a tooth on me ship. By the looks of it, it’s no shark."

"Show me this tooth."

"It won’t mean anything to yez. Yer a physicist."

"I know these things."

"Ye don’t. I’ll show it to Rosa. She’s the archeologist, she’ll be able to make heads or tails out of it."

"Fine, you think woman can examine it. Go ahead," Sasha said, with his arms in the air.

Colin slapped his hand over his face. "Oh, dear God, whatever made me want to live in two different worlds? Why didn’t I just remain a fisherman, ’n only that?"

Sasha stood up. "Because you want so bad to prove how Megaloceros came to be extinct."

Colin ran his hands through his long crimson hair. "Aye, me thirst for the impossible got the best of me. I’m a Darwinist, ’n me belief in natural selection had to be proven with me research on Megaloceros giganteus."

"You were bored of fishing life, da?"

"Never bored of me life as a fisherman, but I wanted more, so ye see."

"You get your degrees, and you still fisherman."

Colin chuckled. "Here I am, a workin’ class fisherman from Ireland, no doubt. Me academic advisor hates me bleedin’ guts, ’cause of who I am."

"You no look like scholar, either."

"Aye, me biggest problem is I stick out in a crowd, that’s for sure."

"When I first saw you, I think you were lumberjack."

"I’m cursed, so I am."

"You not, but you work too much. Take vacation and relax. Rosa say me you like Portuguel coast."

A brisk shadow passed by the doorway. "Colin! In my office, please!"

Colin tensed. "Cushing, that’s all I need just now."

Sasha tiptoed to the door. "You must go to your Dr. Advisor and please him."


"You have bad attitude, Mr. Limmerick."

Colin hoisted himself from the chair. He clenched his teeth at Sasha and limped from the room.

"Can’t ye ever address me as Colin? Why ye always so damn formal?"

"Formal? I not formal? Good luck with your advisor, Mr. Limmerick," Sasha said, as he watched Colin leave the room.

Sasha sighed and continued to smoke his cigarette. Colin poked his head in Dr. Cushing’s office.

"Ye needed to speak with me, sar?"

"Colin, yes, do come in," Dr. Cushing said, placing his glasses onto his nose. "My, my, you do look dreadful."

Colin leaned against the doorframe. "I had a challengin’ weekend, one could say."

Dr. Cushing showed no concern. "I’m wondering where that chapter is on your time-travels to find the Horseshoe crab. Is 10,000 years suitable for your geologic time-frame?"

Colin took a deep breath, rolling his eyes back. "Wasn’t really plannin’ on time-travelin’ again, but who knows? Also, wasn’t really plannin’ on wastin’ me time-travelin’ in search of yer mate - the Horseshoe crab. There really isn’t space in me dissertation to devote a chapter on that bleedin’ crustacean."

"Speak English. Are you saying you will be time-traveling some time soon?"

Colin took another deep breath, puffing his broad chest. "Soon, sar? Aye, it may very well be, but I’ll be enroute to find Megaloceros giganteus, or perhaps some of the Irish Deer’s neighborin’ community, like a large threatenin’ whale. I’m afraid there won’t be time for the Horseshoe crab, forgive me."

"Oh, yes, you will very well make time for the Horseshoe crab. This is where you and I can collaborate an academic paper. I think this will impress the chancellor of this academic institution."

"Ye ’n me, write a paper together?" He chuckled loudly in a deep tone.

"Are you aware we have a new chancellor?"

"New chancellor, ye sayin’? Didn’t the university just get a new chancellor?"

"That was last year."

"It’s not an annual position, is it, sar?"

Dr. Cushing grunted and snorted. "Oh, God, no. These positions are very valued in our academic world. They don’t come along everyday, you know." Colin rose from his chair. "Do not express these outlandish thoughts to anyone on this campus, Colin. It could stand in the way of your academic reputation."

"Do I even have an academic reputation, sar?"

"Reputation? Yes, of course you have a reputation." Dr. Cushing laughed.

Colin gave another deep chuckle. "Reputations ’n new chancellors, what’s this to do with me? I don’t know."

"This is extremely important to all of us who produce the work we do." He lifted one eyebrow. "But, I suppose you are too absorbed with your silly boat, when your thoughts should be here with this academic institution."

Colin placed his hand over his mouth to yawn. "If yer done chattin’ with me, sar, I bes’ be on me way."

"Not so fast. The concept of time-travel is astounding, don’t you think?"

"Astoundin’, ye put it? It has its pros ’n cons; I think I’m feelin’ closer to the cons."

Professor Cushing gathered some notes and handed them to Colin. "I have created a time-travel data scroll. It will be on this that you will record the geologic time frame in which you travel, and if you run your eyes down to the bottom of the page you will see there is a section for you to record your Horseshoe crab findings. On the blank spaces you will write the leg count."

Dr. Cushing stood up and waved the form in Colin’s face. Colin’s head hung down and he shut his eyes.

"Leg count? I told ye I wasn’t goin’ after researchin’ this ridiculous crustacean of yers. Sar, if ye could excuse me, I left me specs at me flat ’n I must really go fetch ’im."

"This is the problem with you as a graduate student - you spend too much time and energy on that damn boat of yours. You cannot afford to be rushing off here and there. This has got to stop, or I will see to it that your research funding is cut."

Colin’s posture became more erect. "So, I either write about this crustacean or yer goin’ to bloody well cut off me fundin’? What’s this to do with me ship, I don’t know? You’ve gone too far this time."

"I don’t think I’ve gone too far, no not at all. In fact, not far enough."

"Excuse me whilst I go fetch me specs."

Dr. Cushing watched Colin exit his office in a rage.

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