“Enough!” Captain Starcrusher thunders, “I’ll get the original and we will get out of this impermanent state of being. No one else can touch it. We will be out of here in no time.”
“Remain seated!” Captain Sunblast orders. No one moves!”
“A lost future…” The King-Fool muses, considering his options, “what if—”
“—Non-sense, there’s always a way.”
“Yeah,” Labaguette adds, a mischievous bird, a princely parrot of darkness and thief of a kind all contained within one feather weight body, “with no future, there’d be no consequences. I wouldn’t need a conscience.”
“What do you know about conscience?” Captain Clusterflame asks, “You’re all feather and no substance.”
“Eternity won’t be enough,” Birdseye remarks as Labaguette’s eyes look deep into the bird-man’s goggles and at once understands the more profound and abysmal implications of his words.
“What’s that you’re saying bird?” Captain Clusterflame asks while Labaguette whispers in his master’s ear.
“We live in times of paradoxes,” Captain Traumatic adds, “where time particles can interact with each other across several time dimensions, at different speeds and often, they meet in unexpected ways to create fated instants.”
“Shall I remind you you’re a Rum trader, a pirate, a man of the sea, not a—”
“—My travels have taken my knowledge to high spheres, unimaginable by you.”
“Explain fated instants in view of paradoxes.”
“A concert of dinosaurs playing violin for Beethoven; Jeff Goldblum crowned first King of Spain; planet Earth’s ability to clone itself—”
“—S’ppose you made this up.”
“S’ppose t’was hypothetical.”
“I CAN’T FIND IT!” they all hear coming from the shuttle, with Captain Starcrusher’s voice amplifying out of a perceptible fear, the fear of an unfathomable, uncertain future, one where future dissolves into nothing as you step into it.
To be continued…