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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— a strange tale I'm about to say
for your trust, I pray
time is strange, time is now, and it is then
he is my lover, he is my man —
"Alright, so what I'm about to tell you might sound bloody strange, but if you trust Kim, then trust me as well," Chay started while pacing the captain's cabin.
Big, with his hand bandaged as much as Chay could master in the 18th century, stood leaning against the door, Snail right next to him was picking his nails seemingly not giving a fuck about whatever the hack was happening. Pearl was sitting in the middle of the bed, nervously playing with the blanket. Arm was patting Big's shoulder, probably telling him that not having a hand wasn't that bad, and a couple of other crew members that Chay thought he could trust the most, were looking at him curiously.
"Okay, folks," Chay sighed, "do you trust me at least a little bit?"
"Oh, we trust ya, matey," Snail looked up from his nails. "Captain Kim trusts ya, so we trust ya—simple as that."
Chay releases a relieved breath. Alright, well, this went better than he had expected, but this wasn't the hard part. The hard part is just coming.
"Well, I'm glad you all trust me, but I hope you'll still trust me even after what I'm about to say because what I'm about to say may sound almost like witchcraft."
Chay was silent. He waited for the pirates to say something. Anything. But they were silent. Just looking at him with raised eyebrows as if saying, 'okay, yeah, and what's your point?'
"We just sailed away from the oracle not so long ago, and our captain has been kidnapped," Big chuckled. "I don't think that witchcraft is something we bloody care about right now."
"Good, but just to be clear—I'm not a witch," Chay said just so everyone would hear it from him before he would tell them about everything.
"The more you are talking about witchcraft, the more eyebrows you are raising here, matey," Snail snorted.
"Alright, whatever," Chay chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Porchay Kittisawat, and I came from the 21st century. Your captain accidentally time-travelled to me using the Ruby Red. That ruby works as some kind of portal from the present to the future and the other way around. The catch is in the fact that it works only with Kim and I. Why I'm telling you all of this, you ask? I'm telling you all of this because your captain has decided to go on a suicide mission by letting that Moore guy take him. When we were at the oracle, she told us that Kim is supposed to die, but he will be back—"
