“There’s a reason he talks too much,” Captain Traumatic tries, “Why is there a Law of Time?” caressing Labaguette’s plumage, soothing the parrot. “Who decreed there should be one?”
“Enough talk. Time to travel.”
Labaguette frees himself from Captain Traumatic’s loose grip, and before anyone realises it, has retrieved a capsule from Captain Clusterflame’s hands and is flying heavily and dangerously over the ship’s deck.
“Damn bird! Come back here, now or I’ll shoot!” Captain Clusterflame orders before a flask of rum strikes him in the face and the Captain threatens the cosmonaut’s suit and its contents with his sword
“—Why is there a Law of Time?” the Captain insists as the three cosmonauts, appearing to give in to an unspoken code of conduct, sit on the Insatiable Princess’ deck, calm as sheep.
“Time particles were stumbled upon in Geneva, by the side of a mountain by a gardener.” Captain Clusterflame explains. “They were growing unnoticed outside of an experimental tunnel which is no more, swallowed, it is understood, by a gap in time or time warp as these are also known.”
“A gardener specialising in unknown species of plants, a gardener-scientist known for its experimentation with all living things containing chlorophyll.”
“He found them or planted them?”
“Found them. He wasn’t that smart.”
“Where is he now?”
“Let me guess, in a time loop?”
“You’ve got the jest.”
“What did he look like?”
“Insignificant, common. Such a chameleon it is hard to remember anything physical particular about him. His real name he never disclosed but for a while, he enjoyed fame and called himself ‘ChloRo-the-Great’.
“CHLOROPH!” Captain Traumatic, Labaguette, the King-Fool and Birdseye exclaim simultaneously.
To be continued…