“The Tales of Nigel Morgan” ‘Admiral Dwight and The Colonial Airmen’

By J.B. Galui

Nigel Morgan, now on in his years, tells of tales of his adventures as a young boy.
This story is of his adventure with The Colonial Airmen, four musicians, Justin, Gus, Andy, and Jiles, he and others have grown to love & now have become his close friends. Then there is Admiral Dwight who he meets by accident? and soon learns is a very special person.
Along the way Nigel also befriends a pretty waitress named Molly who become more than just a waitress and also a giant of a man they call Thursty who turn out to be like a father to Nigel.
With each turn, after being warned not to go to a place called Luna Lier by a being they have never encountered before, Nigel & his friends are taken deeper on a journey that will lead them into a place that has been lost for too many years......and also into the hands of evil...on a Biblical scale.
This is a story of friendship, adventure, mystery, and humor.
This is a story for the adventurous kid in all of us.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Galui
• Release date: Jul 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301641697

J.B. Galui

I am a self published author of: "The Tales of Nigel Morgan: Admiral Dwight and The Colonial Airmen" This is a young adult fiction, adventure & mystery story with a Biblical twist & the first in a series of "The Tales of Nigel Morgan" "A Journey I Can't Escape" This the first in the 'WAF Journey' series Warning: Adult Language, Humor, & Content "Another Days Journey" This the second in the 'WAF Journey' series Warning: Adult Language, Humor, & Content "About That Journey" This the third in the 'WAF Journey' series Warning: Adult Language, Humor, Content, & Erotica "All Journey's End" This the fourth & final in the 'WAF Journey' series Warning: Adult Language, Humor, Content, & Erotica Sample books on my Wix 'Review Books' page link below: http://juliusg77.wix.com/jbgalui OUR COOKBOOKS: "Lets Tempt Your Taste Buds" This is our first cookbook written with my wife Paula Galui http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00C7VKFI2 "Still Tempting Your Taste Buds" This is our second cookbook written with my wife Paula Galui http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IHRCOAM

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The Tales of Nigel Morgan

‘Admiral Dwight and The Colonial Airmen’

By

J.B. Galui

Copyright 2012

Published by: J.B. Galui

Smashwords Edition

Opening:

This opening begins in a small coastal village called Greenwood.

The people still call it a village, though it's very well established now.

There near the edge of town, sits an old Colonial Style house, white in color, primed and trimmed as any Colonial should be. On the porch of this house sits an old man in his favorite rocker, and around him gather a group of children.

Gather 'round chippers, I'd like to tell you a little story of Admiral Dwight and the Colonial Airmen.

Now this story is to be told by the great teller of tales, Nigel Morgan, he's the old man in the rocker.

Now you’re probably saying, ‘I've never heard of any Nigel Morgan’, but in the fore mentioned village of Greenwood, where he lives, he's known as one of the best, especially his story of Admiral Dwight and the Colonial Airmen,……along with others.

See Nigel is about fifty seven or so by now, no one really knows for sure, he's a stout, balding man, purely grey, well dressed, hardly the kind of man you would expect to be an explorer. Still Nigel claims that Admiral Dwight met him many years ago when he was just a boy.

Seems the Admiral was on his way to find, ….. well let’s let Nigel tell it, shall we.

Where was I then, oh yes, he lit his pipe and sat back in his rocker, I met the Admiral, I respectfully call him the Admiral, when I was a lad of about twelve, I was an orphan living with this kindly old woman you see, you know, she was the only woman I knew who used to burn the toast, that's right, every blessed morning and....well...., he laughed I'm going on a bit now, I've a tendency to do that in my age, as I said, I met the Admiral as a lad, at which time he told me of an adventure he was on, an adventure that would take him to the farthest depths of the earth and sea, to a place he said that was once filled with such beauty no man could ever imagine, you could live forever there, but unfortunately, he paused and looked very seriously at everyone, "it was taken over by the most meanest, most hateful bloke you could ever speak of, even today the mention of his name sends shivers up the spine:

What's his name Mr. Morgan one of the lads yelled

I don't know if I should say it aloud.

Ah come on Yeah!

Why it was none other than....

Nigel...Nigel! came a yell from the house. It was Lizzy, his wife of many years, standing at the door, Nigel, are you telling those nice nippers those crazy stories of you and the Admiral and....

They’re not crazy their bloody true I tell you, I was there, I remember': Lizzy just laughed and told him to Come for tea and stop that silly nonsense, she turned and headed back to the kitchen still tittering, you can't remember what happened yesterday, let alone years ago."

I tell you it's true, damn fool woman, it's true, I.... pausing a moment, he remembered the little ones and regained his good manner, you chippers come back tomorrow and I'll finish my story, now be gone with ya', go on.

The children all jumped up and scurried away.

Mumbling to himself, Nigel rose from his rocker and wondered into the house through the library, which was around the other side of the porch.

He went to the bookcase and reached for a large black book that sat on the middle shelf. Opening it, he removed a smaller, much battered white logbook.

Now, where was I?

Leafing through the journal, he fumbled for his chair.

There we are.

He begins to read from the log of Admiral Dwight, Today I met a lovely young lad standing in a shop door, begging for money, Nigel stares into space as if to reminisce.

Yeah, that was me, many, many years ago, I think it was July, yes it was and what a lovely day it was, sunny, it was the first sunny day we had in a while as I remember, yes I do remember, I knew the memory hasn't failed me yet, hasn't failed me at all, not at all, the damn fool woman doesn't know what it was like, she can't tell me what.... what....

Yawning, he laid his head down on the desk mumbling to himself and before long he was off in the land of nod.

Chapter 1:

It was a day in July, in fact one of the warmest it was said. People were everywhere soaking up the sunlight, doing their basics, shopping, selling and chatting.

It was there in the little village of Greenwood that Admiral Dwight came wondering. He was dressed in a fancy military style uniform, but not that of a Naval or Infantry man, well at least not one that anyone had ever seen before. Just the same, he directed himself to the nearest pub.

On the way there he saw a young lad begging for bits of money. The Admiral couldn't believe it, oh he's seen beggars before but never quit so young, and healthy. Being the man he was, the Admiral wondered over to the boy.

Tell me then lad, when was the last time you've eaten?

Oh, not for three days Sir the boy said in a discouraged, moaning voice, could you spare a bit for a hungry lad then? He held out a tin cup, with some change at the bottom, towards the Admiral. Any little bit at all?

The Admiral smiled, It may take all day to muster up enough money, and I couldn't live with myself if I let you go hungry any longer. The boy thought for sure he was going to see a generous almsgiving from this one.

So I'll tell you what, I'll take you to the pub and add to what you have there and buy you a proper meal, how about that?

This caught the boy by surprise, Oh no Sir! he stuttered I mean I couldn't,....I need this here money for my little brother too, he hasn't eaten either.

Well said the Admiral we'll get him some too, bring your money, come along, But Sir. pleaded the boy Come along then lad, don't dally."

Yes Sir.

So off they both went with the Admiral leading the way down the street to the local eatery.

Mandrake's as it was named, was a rather upper spot, well managed to say the least.

They entered, and were both immediately stared at. An aging man in an offbeat military uniform and a small begger lad were not the sort you would expect to find in such a place. Just the same, as if he were the proprietor himself, the Admiral walked over to the nearest empty table, pulling the young boy along with him, and sat down.

Immediately the waiter appeared.

Could I help you Sir? he said in a snobbish tone

Ah, yes my fine man, the menu would be nice for a start, then bring the lad an orange tonic and myself a spot of tea, we'll order on your return then.

As you wish Sir.

The waiter nodded and walked away.

The Admiral leaned towards the boy and laughed, Nice egg, but too serious, now, for you my lad, what do your friends call you?

Nigel Sir, Nigel Morgan. the boy said studying his surroundings.

Nigel, that's a fine name, fine name indeed. Well Nigel, my name is Admiral Gus O. Dwight, you may call me Admiral Dwight.

Yes Sir.

Tell me then Nigel, how much money do you have there in your tin cup? Nigel looked down, Not much Sir he then started to leave the chair, perhaps I should go and collect a bit more.

Nonsense, the Admiral said pulling the boy back down, here, let me have a look. he proceeded to count the money, Not a bad days work, that'll be just fine. he put the money in his pocket, smiled and patted it safely.

By then the waiter had returned with the tea and tonic, Are you ready to order then Sir?

Yes, we'll have the fish and chips, one meat pie, and some bread pudding for dessert.

Very good Sir, I'll return shortly with your food.

Neither said too much to each other for the longest time, still drawing attention. They just sipped at their beverages till the waiter returned.

Here's your food then Sir, Bon Appetite.

The Admiral smiled at the waiter then proceeded to begin eating, but Nigel just sat and said nothing.

What's the matter lad, you haven't touched your food, I thought you hadn't eaten in three days, what's the trouble, come on then, out with it.

No Sir it's nothing, really, nothing.

As you please lad.

The waiter returned a bit later with the check, he noticed Nigel hadn't touched any of his meal.

Is there something wrong with the lad’s food Sir?

No, he's just not as hungry as he thought.

Very good Sir, your check, and have a nice day.

They sat awhile till the Admiral finished his tea. Nigel, still not saying anything, stared at his plate.

Well, let us go then lad.

The two rose and went to pay the bill of fare.

Now then, here's your part of the feast, the Admiral said holding out Nigel’s money, and I'll pay the rest.

As the lady tallied up the bill, Nigel could see his money he'd begged so long for disappear in just a few seconds.

You may keep the change Miss.

Thank you Sir, and have a nice day. She responded

The Admiral looked sternly at Nigel's silence, There, be a good lad and say good-bye Nigel.

Good-bye. he muttered sadly, for he knew it wasn't only the lady he was saying good-bye too.

The two left the pub and headed down the lane.

Where do you live then lad, I'll walk you home, or don't orphans like you ever go home?

Nigel looked surprised, How'd you know I was an orphan?

When you've been as long as I my lad, you learn to see inside people here, but you tell me why the long face at lunch, you should have been glad to see such food, for not eating in three days, it's a wonder you didn't also eat the silverware.

Nigel looked up at the Admiral then broke down, Oh, rats, I have eaten Sir, this morning in fact, I lied, but I had to....I wanted to go see the Colonial Airmen tonight and my mum, the lady who took me in, wouldn't give me the money to go, so I went to beg for it, and I almost had enough till you took it to pay for the fare,...now I can't go.

Somehow I knew that hunger wasn't your problem, I've never seen such a healthy begger lad before, you don't even have a brother do you? Nigel just looked away.

You know you should have told me the truth the first time, I'd have been glad to help a fine lad like yourself. Nigel's eyes and head sank. But maybe I can still give you what you want

Nigel's eyes suddenly lit up like the good Lord himself appeared, But Sir I....do you really mean it? Could I go?....Will you help me?

But Nigel was interrupted by the sound of music and cheers coming down the street. His head turned quickly to see what the commotion was about, the Admiral just smiled.

Around the corner came a small truck pulling a flatbed wagon, and upon the wagon were four young lads playing and singing, and being cheered on by crowds of fans.

Sir, that's them, that's the Colonial Airmen, they’re here.

Slow down lad the Admiral said with a laugh, who are the Colonial

Come along Sir; let’s get closer so we can see.

And while pulling the Admiral, Nigel ran to the crowd and pushed his way to the front. They stood along the street and watched as the wagon slowed to a stop, being trailed by swarms of fans.

As the song ended, though you could hardly hear it anyway, the one gent from the truck jumped to the wagon and shouted over the people. Listen! listen everyone.

The crowd grew quieter.

The Colonial Airmen will be preforming at the Cellar Dweller's Club tonight, music starts at eight o'clock, everyone is admitted free. The cheers rose even higher than before. Please don't be late.

And with that the music started, and the wagon and parade of people proceeded down the street.

Wow, did you hear that Sir, it's free, I don't need any money now.

See lad good things come if you are truthful and want them bad enough

Yes Sir, I'm really terribly sorry about lying. The Admiral just smiled. Why don't you come along Sir, maybe we could meet the Airmen in person.

I don't know, I....

Oh, please Sir, I've no one to go with, please.

The Admiral pondered awhile, Ok lad, but first you must tell me a bit about these young troubadours and their appeal to these folks.

Yes Sir, I will, thank you.

So Nigel and the Admiral walked along as he proceeded to tell all about The Colonial Airmen and their strange effect on people.

Chapter 2:

"The Colonial Airmen started out about seven years ago. They all went to the same school, only then they weren't The Colonial Airmen, they were just Gus, Justin, Andy, and Jiles.

Now Gus and Justin were in the same level at school, they both played guitars and were very interested in music, but they just fooled around mostly, composing songs and singing for each other.

One day while jamming around, Justin quipped, Ain't we got a band together yet? just as a joke, which Gus thought wasn't a bad idea. They knew Andy, who played bass, he was in the next level down, as was Jiles who played the drums. So they thought, why not have a go at it, the others should definitely like the idea, which they did.

So the four arranged to meet at Gus's house to have a rehearsal. The session went very well, and everyone was very enthused about having another. But the noise was just too much for Gus's parents to stand. It wasn't really his parents as much as it was the neighbors, they just weren't used to that kind of noise.

So now came the first problem to be solved, finding