One January Morning, Part 21

I was but a lowly deckhand when the captain came aboard, talking to the man in the strange blue armor I’d later learn to be a mix of kevlar and flak jacket. Many a strange thing had happened to us since we’d fallen off the map at world’s end and plunged into this place that my mates were calling the future, but this was the strangest sight of them all: the captain in an orange jumpsuit, looking at me like she’d seen a ghost, while this outsider whispered in her ear.

To be continued…


This month, January 2015, I’m telling one story day-by-day, inspired by cards from the Writer Emergency Pack. To read the next paragraph a day early, support me on Patreon.