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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— disappointment, it eats me alive
my heart needs him, needs him now
how long can I go without him
it all feels just like a dream —
Kim took a deep breath. And then another and another. His head was somehow above the water, he was floating. The edges of the Ruby Red sharply dug into his palm. He was... somewhere. He made it out of the ship. And most likely, even out of his century. Happiness and pure surprise flowed into his mind at first. He really made it. He got the Ruby Red to do exactly what he wanted. It worked, it worked.
But then, the realisation hit, and it was suffocating. Just like the water that was threatening to enter his lungs.
He time-travelled without Chay.
Of course, he knew that if he was successful, he would time travel without Chay. He knew there was no other option, but knowing something and living it were two entirely different things. Kim's only hope now was that he was in the same place as he was when he time-travelled before with Chay. If that was the case, then he could somehow get to Chay's house. He remembered... or at least he hoped that he could remember how to get there. And then, at Chay's house, he could figure out what to do next.
He wanted to be back in the century that he knew, in the century that was his home, in the century where his darlin' was as soon as it was possible, but it wasn't possible immediately. He didn't even know if it would work right after he had already time-travelled, and even if it did... he time-travelled to get away from Richard Moore, going right back would be stupid.
But how long could he wait? How long could he leave Chay alone before things could turn ways he didn't even want to imagine? Chay was with his crew—they would keep him safe, but was it safe enough? And what was even worse, what if Chay went back to the Port la Royale and met Richard there? Something was telling Kim that that was more than plausible.
He didn't want that bastard anywhere near Chay or Pearl.
Maybe... maybe Kim could have a day of rest and then try to get back. If he would be able to get back. Kim didn't know what he would do if this was just some kind of fluke, that when he would try again, the Ruby Red wouldn't work. Closing his eyes for a moment, he pushed that thought away for now and started swimming towards the shore.
Exhausted, he dropped his body on the shore, feeling hot sand through his fingers. Looking up, there was a bright sun up in the sky accompanied by a couple of cotton clouds, and what Kim recognised as an aeroplane—he remembered Chay telling him about them. Weird flying creatures, but not actually alive... and yet, still flying.
That meant one thing—it definitely wasn't his century anymore.
Slowly, he sat up and looked around. No one seemed to notice him appearing out of nowhere, which was good. Slowly, he recognised the curves of the beach, the small hill leading towards the road and the direction in which they went when he and Chay were here trying to get to Chay's house.
