“Yes. Yes. I’m alive,” Captain Sunblast utters, touching his head, arms and legs as if he expected to explode at any moment while Labaguette rolls his eyes under the relieved yet guarded watch of Captains Starcrusher and Clusterflame.
“I shall endeavour to make planet Earth great again to help spreading the word over the whole wide world and beyond, promote the benefits of my organic Rum trade and resolve timing issues, backward and forward, you have my word.”
“Juré, craché ” Labaguette mutters, spitting over the Captain’s shoulder.
“Your turn, Captain Starcrusher,” Captain Traumatic insists, “be brave, be courageous and you shall be Knight of Mine, a Knight of the Order. Your speeding pledge is—”
“—not speeding but speeding gear if I may, I wish for the speed instruments to be the greatest, to allow travel through the time wall and beyond.”
Captain Traumatic’s swords once more descends softly on the cosmonaut’s helmet, cracking it open.
“—And I shall do all that is in my power to help you with speeding and all that it entails,” he says, “including defending you against universal roaming cops. Time will no longer be a speeding factor and we shall not grow old while Rum will abound and flow for ever as I will prosper.”
“I,… I live,” Captain Starcrusher says, puzzled yet smiling.
“You Sir,” Captain Traumatic says turning to Captain Clusterflame, “wish to make your country great. Which country have you got in mind?”
“Roamers, fools, colourful and imperfect creatures of all kinds shall be expunged from my country’s soil and re-directed to where they belong in order to protect the natural order of things and beyond.”
“Redirected to a space program?”
To be continued…