Voynich Shift - Season One (COMPLETED)

Leonis, 1:12, 2:14 - Roach Hotel - Bug Bytes

"Gerald, where the hell are we?" Cameron slapped at a bug on his neck as he glanced around at the lush jungle surrounding them. He looked down at the Horologium in his hands. "Are you sure that this thing was supposed to be set to the Lion, dial one was set to twelve, and the second hand was on fourteen. I thought you said dial one was something else...Gerald?"

            There was no response.

"Hey, bro, answer me. Seriously, what's going on?" the kneeling Marine asked and placed a pair of fingers to Kate's neck. "You should be coming to any minute now, my dear. What the hell!?!!" Startled, he nervously looked up from the reclining woman as a screeching, brilliantly colored bird zipped by.

            His partner, one strangely silent Secret Service Agent, stood with his fingers in his hair amidst a narrow break in the foliage. "I think you might want to add when to your earlier question."

            "Huh?"

            "Just come here and bring your binoculars."

            Cameron searched his backpack until he found what he was looking for, stood, and then walked over to stand next to Gerald. He suddenly found himself on a cliff overlooking a small, sunlit bay of blue water. "Okay, wow."

            "I know, right?" Gerald said and then lifted a shaky hand toward the scene below. "So, Cam, can you tap into your vast knowledge of seafaring history for me and tell me what kind of boat that is out there?" 

            The Marine lifted his binoculars to his eyes and gasped. "That, my friend, is not just some boat..."

            "Oh, that's right, I forget you guys call it a ship," Gerald said with his hands in the air. "Hey, I'll call it a ship if it'll make you happy."

            Cameron sniffed and with a shrug of his shoulders, said, "You've got me confused with a 'squid' (slang for U.S. Navy Sailor), Jerry. Boat, ship, honestly, I personally don't care, Mr. Knee Jerk. What I was trying to say, before I was so rudely interrupted, was that's the damn HMAV (His Majesty's Armed Vessel) Bounty. See the name on her stern?"

            Gerald took the pair of binoculars from Cameron. "Son of a bitch! So, that's the real life, honest-to-goodness Mutiny on the Bounty, Bounty? I saw that Clark Gable movie back when I was a kid...I never thought I'd see her in the flesh. Wait a second, I just remembered something else, didn't Fletcher Christian burn her?"

            "Yep, on January 23rd, 1790. The mutineers arrived here at Pitcairn Island sometime on or around the 15th, I think. That means that we are somewhere between those two dates."

            "So, any chance you'd know the next full moonrise?" Gerald asked.

            "Nope, not a clue." Cameron turned to check on Kate and froze. He lifted his hand and tapped Gerald on the shoulder.

            "Yeah? What's...oh shit. She's gone."

            "Looks like it." Cameron said and let his shoulders slump. "Why did she have to run off like that, dammit? I really didn't want to play 'Hunt Down Kate in the Jungle." It's not a game I was looking forward to, you know?"

            Gerald briefly raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Me either. Especially with extremely nervous, very aggressive Eighteenth Century mutineers running loose on the same small island with us."

            "You're right and there's no sense in delaying the inevitable, let's grab a radio and an energy pistol. I'll go east..."

            "And I got west," Gerald replied. "Oh, and Cam?"