“CAPTAIN! ARE YOU SEEING THIS?” Ossley yelled. In front of us was a us Army Flying Fortress from 1943ish. I took evasive maneuvers but it was too late we were going to collide with the thing.
“BRACE!” I yelled out and everyone grabbed the closest solid object. Aurora groaned. “I KNOW WE ARE IN THE WRONG TIME!” She groaned again. The ship passed through the airplane like a ghost. Moreover the planes pilots didn’t even appear to have noticed us. “HLAM, A WORD IN MY CABIN” I yelled.
We walked towards my cabin before we got to the door another yell from the crows nest startled us. “CAPN, you may want to keep watching.” I turned around to see a rocket from the 1960s and a A-10 warthog. That flew by us.
“Hlam, what’s happening here?” I asked.
“That’s a valid question Captain. It would appear that we are in another dimension.” Suddenly the spirit of saint Louis passed underneath Aurora. “Based on our collective experience and my calculations we are in a transportation dimension. It’s very likely that these crafts some how came to this dimension and either were lost forever or departed this dimension shortly after their arrival. Thus causing those on board to not notice they slipped dimensions. I would hold on as my machine my slip us out at the right time. If you notice Captain all the encountered vessels are on a collision course or traveling against our direction. This is likely because the leaped forward through time unlike us.” Hlam explained.
“CAPTAIN!” Ossley yelled.
“What!” I yelled back.
“wasn’t me Captain.” Ossley yelled.
I glanced over my shoulder to see a doppelgänger Aurora and her crew were mooning us. “Prepare the cannons!” I yelled.
“You want to kill yourself captain.” Hlam said grabbing my arm.
“Belay that order.” I said. Suddenly the ship sped up again. When I came too this time all I could see was white. I could barely see the ship around me. I walked forward with my hands out stretched. Suddenly my hand struck something hard and too fast to control. And the ship and all of her crew began to free fall. Aurora groaned. “Well then do something.” The ship kicked the bubble back on and then suddenly off creating a slightly softer landing. I stood up and looked around. There didn’t seem to be any ships around nor was there any planes in the sky.
“LADS!” I yelled, “KEEP YOUR WITTS AS WE MAY BE IN THE RIGHT PLACE AND TIME.”
Gragh climbed the steps holding a cutlass and pistol. “You may need these.” He said handing me the bundle. “The gun has the appearance of black powder but actually has a 15 round magazine stored in the butt. And the sword is a vibroblade with the ability to cut through solid steel. Power is in the hilt, Sir.” I grabbed the bundle.
“Captain! Off the starboard bow!” Ossley called out. Belmar ran over to the port side of the ship while I grabbed a spy glass to look off the starboard.
“Belmar, what in the name of god are yeh doing?” Gragh inquired.
“I’m looking.” Belmar replied.
“Get your head out of your butt, that’s the wrong way you daft idiot.” Gragh pointed out.
“I’m checking… to make sure… no one is going to sneak up from behind.” Belmar stammered.
“What a bloody fool.” Gragh said under his breath.
“Speak up quartermaster, you wouldn’t want the second in command to not hear you… would you?” Belmar said.
“Shut your mouths or I’ll demote you both.” I whispered sternly as i looked through the site. Ossley was right, a big ship was headed our way. It looked to be heavy in the water as the ship sat with its bottom row of cannon ports an inch off the surface of the water. “There she is lads. Our first catch of the day. A fat hog loaded to the gills.”
A deafening silence came over the crew as Ossley slipped down a rope from the crows nest. She ran up to me and placed a sword against my neck. “What in gods name did you just call me?”
“Not you, the ship off the port bow is loaded up. Probably to it’s maximum weight limit.” I said putting two fingers around the blade to gently move it away from my neck.
“Oh… Aye.” Ossley said turning towards the crew. “FAT HOG LOADED TO THE GILLS LADS!” The crew cheered.
“To your posts, you filthy dogs! Fill the cannons and your pistols! Send them to hell from which we came!” Gragh yelled.
“I didn’t come from hell,” Belmar said.
“Get on the swivel gun on the port side you daft idiot.” I said with annoyance.
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