The year of our lord 1710 - the phantom of a pirate, Captain Kimhan has only one goal in his life; to get back what's his and impose revenge on those who took it from him...
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The year of our lord 2023 - Porchay Kittisawat is waiting. He h...
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— if I must die
we have to know how
and once we know it
we'll find a way to solve it —
"Do you like storms?" Pearl asked, legs swinging down from the hammock hanging below deck.
"I do, but not when I'm in the middle of the ocean on a wooden ship," Chay chuckled, sitting in the hammock right next to Pearl.
"Are you afraid that we'll sink?" Pearl looked at Chay a little nervously.
"Shh, don't talk about sinking of the ship when you are on the said ship. It can bring only troubles."
"Sorry," Pearl ducked his head.
"It's okay," Chay ruffled Pearl's hair. "Besides, Kim won't let anything happen to us. The storm will go away, and we will get back to Port la Royale smoothly, you'll see." Either that or they were about to time travel back to the 21st century. Well, Kim and Chay would. The rest—Chay gulped down. If for anything else than for that, he hoped that they would make it back to Port la Royale safely. Sometimes, Chay thought, it was a pity that the Ruby Red worked only for him and Kim.
"Captain Kim is so admirable!" Pearl said in awe. "One day, I want to be like him."
"He is, isn't he?" Chay said with a soft and dreamy smile. "Have you seen him behind the ship's wheel? He looks so..." Thankfully, Chay quickly realises that he is talking to a child. "Umm... he is so amazing!"
"He is!" Pearl turned more towards Chay, looking at him hopefully, "do you think that he'll let me steer the ship for a couple of minutes?"
"Of course, he will," Chay nodded. "When the weather is nice."
"Really?" Pearl's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Really," Chay smiled.
"And what about teaching me how to use a sabre?"
Chay chuckled, "now, stop right there, Pearl. Try to ask that a couple of years from now."
"But..." Pearl pouted.
Chay shook his head, "that will be a no even from me as well, little pirate."
"Okay... can I ask next year?"
Chay huffed a laugh, "you can definitely try."
Suddenly, the door flung open, and Big, drenched from head to toe, was standing right there, tipping his head with his index finger, "The storm's over, folks! Porchay, captain's asking for ya."
"I'll be right there," Chay nodded and smiled at Pearl, "see? The storm is gone. You don't have to be scared anymore. How about you go find the cook and get something to eat, hmm?"
