Time Travelers Book 1

Chapter 8

I was sitting on a chair gazing out at the vast sea. Smoke filled my lungs as the taste of tobacco kissed my tongue. The newspaper in my hand was making flapping sounds as the sea breeze made my hair dance. Next to me was James with his eyes fixed on woman walking around the main deck. All of them were dressed in fancy clothes and had their arms wrapped around their own gentleman's arm while having a porcelain smile on their lips.  

"George, why don't we go have some fun in the bar" James asked as he turned his eyes towards me. I sighed and both of us raised ourselves from our seat and we walked down the ship deck. We walked into the bar area, that was covered in dark wood and golden decorations. I placed the news paper on the desk and James started ordering us two glass of whisky.  James gobbled down his drink and said "my friend, what do you think the land of dreams is going to be like". I turned my head towards my friends and a glow could be seen in his eyes. 

A glow I never saw where I came from, what happened to us I wonder. Humans build the most amazing inventions you could ever dream of, but for some reason we are never satisfied with what we have. We keep building and inventing without thinking of where our actions will lead the world. I fill sorry for the inventor from this time, all they did was dream, but their dreams will one day turn into weapons by power hungry men. Hope and dreams will slowly die out as the world turns into a sea of dust and magnificent animals will die out like flies getting roasted. 

"my friend I do not know that but I can tell you one thing this place will evolve every day faster and faster" I answered while sipping on the alcoholic drink. When I first got here, I could not help but hate the taste of this poison, but know it seem like I cant go a day without drinking this so called sweet nectar.

"you are right my friend and we are part of this amazing evolution" James said with a big grin on his face. I looked towards the large window in the bar room that led out to deck. A woman with dark brown hair was standing with a 6 year old boy. Her hair was tied up in a bon and her dress was black with fragment of white. The boy was wearing a with blouse, a brown vest and a pair of black shoes that were fare to big for him. Our eyes locked for a second and something told me that I had seen the boy somewhere. 

"sorry, James I be back in a moment" I said and placed my glass on the counter. I walked out on to the deck and towards the woman. The little boy dropped a small home made wooden train and it rolled towards me. I took the train into my hands and walked towards the boy. 

"thank you sure" the woman said as I beneath down to hand over the toy. The boy was shy and his eyes were more focus on the ground. A smiled at him as the mother said "come on Nicolas what do you say". The boy was holding on to his mother skirt as he said "thanks mister". 

"so your name is Nicolas" I said while giving him a soft smile. The boy seemed to relax as he said "yes sir, Nicolas Tesla". My eyes grew wide as I heard the name echo in my ear. The mother sighed as she said "I am sorry about my son, he is not that good at socializing".  I rose from the ground and said "No probably miss". My eyes turned towards the boy as I said " Nicolas, I wish you a happy future", while walking away from them and back into the bar area. 

Time always changes and never stay the same. Nothing in this world can stop this process called evolution. We are all a part of it and destiny has a tight grip on us to make sure we do your duty as humans. Season fades away and one days this happy little world I came to know and love, as everything has turned into dusty world I came from. Sadly there is nothing to be done, than watch as lives go by. James and I were nothing more than to domino pieces that had been placed in a much larger game. My heart goes out to does people that must suffer from the mistakes made from the times to come, but sadly evolution demands that it happens. All we can do is watch and remember what kind of hope that will turn into ash and crumbled away between our fingers.