“The Insatiable Mermaid is no more. She earned her title of Princess through hard work and enduring loyalty.”
“She’s a ship.”
“Note that the Captain forgot his name eons ago,” the Fool remarks, beaming, “he forgot it but he is now forgetting it on purpose. As to the Insatiable Princes we—”
“—Suppose I did. Suppose I forgot my name. What do you want from me?” Captain Traumatic asks.
“We’ve orders to bring you back to Earth.”
“I’m a pirate. I am the proud owner of the most indomitable, rebellious and nomadic soul there is.”
“Is it Moi?” Labaguette asks.
“Shut up fuckwit!” the Captain says.”
“Captain, we must be getting back on the road. Time is precious when you travel afar. Time storms abound and these can distract our compasses. We need to get back to the year we left, give or take a few seconds or a few weeks.”
“And what year was that?” the Fool asks.
“We were there before you,” the Captain remarks, “your time doesn’t suit us. If you want to take us back to Earth, you take us back to 1602.”
“It could be done but only once we’ve gotten back to our year first.”
“We must take you there with a more appropriate shuttle, one which travels unambiguously backwards in time and one which could contain your ship.”
“Prove you are from Earth,” the Captain says.
“Make me your Knight and let us guide you back to Earth.”
“Well then, first, take your armour or this ludicrous hat off.”
“We wouldn’t be able to survive without this attire, Sir Anectodick.”
“I’ve no such attire and I live.”
“Couldn’t breathe without it.”
“You poor sod, must be a terrible disease.”
To be continued…