Short Irish Celebration

Posted on Wed May 26th, 2021 @ 11:26pm by Lieutenant Dwight McCabe & Crewman Juranne Doltsy
Edited on on Wed May 26th, 2021 @ 11:27pm

593 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Eye of the Storm
Location: Deck 12
Timeline: Backlog

ON:

Health and Wealth, a thought came to mind. As always to do good to help those in need.... It was Dwight's goal as a medical officer.

The doctor carries the memory of Health to remind him to treat people's wounds and release them to go about their way is the right way. It is the Irish in him that is strong along with these words. The tradition of words has been around for many centuries and was passed down by his parents who has raised him as the only child in Ireland. It is the Irish proverbs that were taught to him to live in the right way of life. He is glad that his parents are alive and well in Ireland. The only thing he didn't believe in was the ancient tradition of Halloween or Samhain, the country's famous holiday. It doesn't make sense of him to celebrate the dead or the protection from evil spirits.

"Slainte agus tainte," he said to nobody in particular, standing outside of sickbay one, lost in thought.

"What did you just said, sir?" A voice, female, asked the question.

With a surprise, Doctor McCabe turned to look at the young female by her appearance. He gave his welcoming smile, "Slainte agus tainte, Irish proverb for Health and Wealth. I believe we haven't met."

"Juranne Doltsy," she nodded. "I am third year nursing student. I just arrived here not long ago from a cargo ship. I am looking for Sickbay three to notify my presence, sir."

"Aw, it is down that corridor and go to the right. You can't miss it."

"Thank you, sir," she paused for a second, "you an officer, I noticed... I didn't get your name other than the Irish accent in your voice," Juranne said.

He nodded. "Lieutenant, Doctor Dwight McCabe. Chief Medical Officer," with a smile again. "I am from Earth's Ireland. I guess we will meet again, I am certain."

"Slanty August Tainty," she tried the pronunciation back at him. "I am from Poland. Anyways, yes...we will meet again in the medical field. Nice to meet you, sir."

He shook his head with a sigh, watching the young lady leave until she disappeared around the corner. Her words were close enough, but the Irish language is somewhat difficult for others to pronounce. But it was nice to hear someone try to say it back to him, even in an awkward way. He almost forgot why he was standing outside of the main sickbay. "The drink," he snapped his fingers.

Dwight went to his office instead and pulled out an Irish whiskey that was hidden in his desk. The drink is an old Irish called Killians, one of his favorite. The year displayed on the bottle was 2030. He drinks sparingly and on occasion only on off duty hours. Since that Saint Patrick's Day is a few days away, he decided to celebrate it privately.

With a filled shot glass, he held it up in the air. "Shona Naomh Padraig," he said for Happy St. Patrick's. "And for health and wealth!" He gulped the drink and slammed the glass down on the desk. He took a deep, relaxing breath, and let it out slowly. His shift has ended so he put away the bottle and the glass, got up and left his office feeling blissful.

OFF:

Lieutenant Dwight McCabe, M.D.
Chief Medical Officer
USS Calypso

Crewman Juranne Doltsy (NPC)
Nursing Assistant - 3rd year
USS Calypso

 

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