“Time isn’t linear,” the Captain remarks.
“Time is my specialty,” Captain Starcrusher insists, a rictus of “I know more” etched alongside the left of his lips.
“The current rule states that what is must be and all that could be is debatable. As it stands and to be precise, we are located a nano-fraction of time before what must be, where what will be could be and remains debatable. Do you want me to repeat it?”
“I understand that being wedged between time zones means we are in a timeless zone, where time is of no consequences and where, if the edges of yesterday, today and tomorrow were allowed to mingle, the edge of tomorrow could meet the edge of yesterday.”
“Wait a minute,” Labaguette interrupts, “if we stayed here I would never grow old? My plumage would remain shiny and velvety for ever and ever?”
“And therefore we could get back to the beginning, to before we fell off the ocean’s precipice…” Captain Traumatic concludes.
“I could remain the lonesome, awesome King my planet until the end of time…” the King-Fool ponders aloud.
“I would be born in future,” Birdseye muses, “My eyes would see in broad daylight, through the heart of shadows and dark places and would take me places without the need for wings.”
“Don’t you dream of anything of the sort,” Captain Sunblast adds, a joy slayer in the making.
“Time is circular. It’s blinding obvious. You could be creative with that,” the Captain continues, “want some Rum?”
Captain Sunblast opens a drawer, takes out a tissue this time and sponges his sweating forehead, before discarding it and throwing it into the distilled air, watching as it disintegrates.
“You must realise that there are rules.”
To be continued…