The encounter

Part 4: A sleepless night

Darkness surrounded me! The ship power went down at 8pm, and currently it is 10pm. Rain rushed through the sky nonstop, rattling like it never going to stop. From the far island away, light of civilization could be seen as a tiny dot of flaming orange color. Still holding the tablet which battery is drained to almost empty, I walked to the living quarter. After a long day, getting a decent sleep is a must do thing and beside, my body is falling apart. The living quarter was a small room with 2 double floors bed and a big cupboard stored personal items by the door. I plugged the charger for the tablet. The tablet was not charging because the ship power when down and there was no electricity. The dim flashlight was also running low on battery.
1 hour ago
I checked on T and give him an MRE pack. He eat the food very fast because he was very hungry and exhausted. The bandages on his wound was colored with red blood so I changed his bandages while he wait for the food to heat up. His wound had stopped bleeding but the flesh looked very red. I informed him about what happened so far while he chewed on his beef ravioli.

"I heard the scientist say something about quantum traveling while they were talking about the mission" T added in his low voice, indicating his throat was dry. I handed him a cup of water before reply him:

"Something about reversing the time."

"I think we had traveled through the quantum hole. I mean, all of Bulvist fleet were gone and left us untouch, and then that masked men you meet with a sword. Who would use a sword to fight armed military men?"

"So we are staying in the past right now. Nothing we can do, at least let get some rest for ourself now."

T nodded and finish his dish. He handed me all the empty bowls placed on top of each other nicely before lie down back to his bed. I carried the pile of dish to the kitchen, dump them all into the dish washer. Darkness eating the space around me as the flashlight getting weaker every moment. I headed toward the living quarter. Perfectly placed in a comfortable position in the middle of my bed. And when my body started to feel the comfort, my eye shut to see a deep hollow black.

Bang... bang... bang...
I waked up immediately to the sound of the something hitting the ship. The moon shine most of my living quarter through the little window, making the room look lightly lit in a blue white color. Curious and worried about the noise, I grabbed my handgun bellow the pillow. It is a M1911 redesigned with a blue tint color and a medium silencer, with a tiny red dot placed on top of it. I only use this handgun as my side arm because the engineer who made this gun had carved into the gun his name. He was my wingman when I was in the field doing peace keeping mission. But he died from an ambush by the local insurgency force during our trip to the airfield to fly home. I carry on using his gun because I believed his soul will bless the gun and i promised to keep something of his with me if he ever die because I was his only relative. Poor lads. The gun was fully loaded but I forgot to store the extra magazine with me. At that moment, a heavy footsteps passing the hallway, each step is louder than the other. And then it stopped, in front of the door. I aimed the gun toward the door, not knowing who will come in. The door slightly opened a bit. I took a deep breath. Before I could react, the door swung opened and a armored men, carrying a longsword and wearing a metal helmet with black spike on top of it, stepped in. His look was furious and he jerked a smile. He took his sword out and point toward me. Brainlessly, the men charged toward me, only to be stunned by the taser I hold in my hand. He fall to the ground conscious, his heavy armor hit the floor and made an unpleasant sound. I checked the man carefully. He had a red patch with blue and green dragon shape on it, a dagger carved in cheap metal and a dark orange leather water bottles. After checking his item, I tied him up against the wall.
Grabbed every equipment from the emergency chest, I head immediately to T room in a rush. The door to T room was bumped with a lot of scratches on it. Look like T was holding his best against the door to defend a successful breach by those man attacking my ship. I walked into the messy low lit room slowly, eyeing every object within my eyesight. There was no sign of T and from the messy room, I can understood that T was fighting his best before got captured by those raiders. The rain poured even harder and thunder explode across the sky. I looked out into the window to see a big black shape of a ship sail into the rain curtain. I ran to the decks of the ship and met two raider trying to smash a big cabinet by the side of the wall. The cabinet was dented by all of the smashing and beating from the two raiders. They must've a hard time trying to unlock an easy to use cabinet. I smashed the guy on the left with my pistol handle in the head, he immediately fall the the ground while the other man turned back and try to reach for his sword handle. I aimed the gun toward him but he kicked it off my hand and pushed me back. I tripped to the other man body and lost my stand, but while doing so, I grabbed the fallen man sword. The sword was made in a cheap ways and the metal look old and rusty. Welding a sword that weight almost 3 pounds in one hand was hard, but I learned  the Japanese Samurai technique and everything around sword. My swordsmanship was good thank to all those college year participated in sword fighting sport. I stand my ground and aimed the sword forward, the raider smiled because he never see someone handle the sword like it before. He challenged me with his sword, and I clang the sword back to his blade. I swiftly throw a series of light attack toward the man, precisely aim and strongly hit him. He stand on his guard and reflect all of my slash, then he parry me and charge me with his shoulder. I moved back and wait for his move. We fight for what feel like age, until he was carelessly leave a big gaps for me to stab his stomache. He fall to the ground on his knee, swearing in ancient languages and then fall down breathlessly. Rain was now lighter, the ocean was grim and ferocious and the wave thrived. I slowly walked out to the ship front, with my pistol I picked back on my hand and a flare gun from the emergency kit I bring with. I fired up the shoot to the sky, in hope for anyone would come and help. The sky was still dark but the flare shine the surround. There was a small viking type battleship with a rope attached to it in one end, the other attached to mine ship. There was only one ship, the other must've gone when they captured T. I searched around with my eye, looking at the furious sea.
Stabbed
Something dashed across my hip. It was extremely painful and my eye ringed. My vision faded away slowly and my hip started to burn. I turned my head around and empty my pistol magazines at the black shape standing behind me. The shape pull back and then fall hard on the ground. And then, my eye turned black and the last thing I remember was thunder...