The Time Sail

The mysterious Stone Clock

For what seemed like an eternity, Victor blinked and squinted into the vast horizon. He was back to normal. There was the scorching heat of the Mexican Coast. Where was his crew? He looked around. A ship. Definitely not his but someones. There was a mysterious crimson flag whipping about in the violent wind. He was back on Blanco's ship. "Damn." His stomach felt heavy, like a hundred rocks were weighing it down. Suddenly, he really needed to go. 

Victor climbed to the hull of the ship and began to throw up over the side. His eyes scanned the sick he left splattered on the ground. A single, shiny moon coloured rock lay. It twinkled in the golden sun. The pebble. With shaky hands, Victor removed it from the sick and inspected it with grubby hands. It was the same stone...just...different. Almost like it had been activated. He snorted. Such idiocy. Who was he to believe he had done something magic. 

In an instant, the rock began to grow and shape, smoothing its unique edges into what looked like a circle. It was like a bright white stone pocket watch. Engraved with the markings and all. This clock was strange, however. it went from zero and ended at one thousand and fifty. It was the time in years. "I must have...gone back to a different time?" He asked himself with worry. The clock began to shrink back into the familiar, pebble. He gasped. It was true. The stone was ripe with abilities. Strange abilities. Nothing Victor had ever seen before. He mulled it over as the sun began to set. Dark was fast approaching. He had nowhere to sleep. Bodies lay in the dozen around him, after his gruesome fight. What would he do?

That night was a horrible one. He was constantly sick. His insides were burning. Victor had tried to recall the items that had fused with his soul but they were nowhere to be found. He did a lot of thinking, however. Although it was a lonely night, it was not as nearly unpleasant as his meeting with Puerto. Victor passed the stone around in his hands once more. Such a strange item. Of immense beauty of course, but strange. His mind searched for how he had picked it up but he could not remember ever going on a journey to retrieve the led box. As far as he was concerned it had always been in his drawer, waiting. "Oh, how I wish I could see Vincent, or Longhurst right now." He told the boat to himself. it was awful solitary. 

The morning came and with it, a day of opportunity. He felt better than ever and he had the stone tucked away safely. "Time to make a plan." From the straw piles in the underparts of the ship, Victor rose and got to work, hobbling towards the deck and setting a large roll of parchment on an upturned barrel, in which he had found in Puerto's office. His fingers rested on a quill and he began to write. 

"Dear Puerto De Blanco,

It is I, Captain Victor. I believe in the time I shall take myself back to, you will be following us eagerly along the desolate parts of South American coast. I would like to tell you this. You must not take us down. It shall be your downfall regardless of the odds. I have seen such consequences when you took me against my will to your ship and tried, with failure, to execute me. It is my apologies that I had to do such tasks. I will warn you to leave us alone and let us bide our way to Mexico, where we will eventually settle for a month. Please, when I sort this, do not let history repeat itself. That will bring with it dire consequences.

I pledge your agreement and bonding in this deal.

Captain Victor."

He signed off the document and looked proudly. Hopefully, everything would sort itself out when Puerto eventually found it. 

"Please. Spare me the details, Victor. I've had quite enough of you..." A voice spoke in a rasping tone from behind him; a voice with a familiar Spanish accent...

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