Out of Time

Note: The characters in this story bear no intentional resemblance to any person living or dead.
May 19th, 1791

An English warship is patrolling the Caribbean, hunting pirates and protecting English interests in the region. One afternoon there is a flash of bright pink light, that for a moment, blinds all the crew on the deck of the wooden ship.

'Captain... Land ahoy!' A sailor high up in the ship's crow's nest shouts out to his captain standing far below, looking out to sea.
The captain is surprised by the light and then by the shout from above. 'Mr Blake, is there an island marked on the charts?' he asks his second-in-command, 'as to the best of my recollection, there is nothing between here and Barbados.'
'That's correct Captain. No islands are recorded for at least fifty miles from our position.'
'Then plot a course for the island, Mr Blake. Let us take a look, for King George and England. And prepare a landing party.'
'Aye aye, Captain.' his loyal lieutenant replies.

The wooden sailing ship carefully makes its way through the island's surrounding reef into shallow water, where it anchors just offshore in a small and very beautiful bay.
'Captain, there seems to be a small group of buildings high up on the hill, but they are not flying a flag so I doubt if they are Spanish or French. The buildings look strange too, sir.' comments Lieutenant Blake.
'Then let's go ashore and investigate,' says the captain, 'Please make sure the marines are well-armed, but bring some trinkets and rum to trade. I believe we are about to make contact with people from an advanced nation, possibly for the very first time.'

May 19th, 2009

Richard and Lydia are two marine biologists studying coral reefs. Their research centre is located on a very small island to the west of Barbados in the Caribbean sea. It is early afternoon and they are working in their laboratory. A sudden flash of bright pink light causes Lydia to rush to the window.  'Richard, come and take a look at this... we have visitors'
'Really? Who?'
'Just come take a look, you'll never believe it.... and bring the camera'
Lydia's colleague joins her at the window. 'It's an eighteen century warship, flying the flag of the English royal navy. Wow! They must be filming another 'Pirates of the Caribbean' movie,' says RIchrd, excitedly.
'I hope Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp are there,' adds Lydia, 'They are both so gorgeous! I'd love to meet either of them.'
Looking through her binoculars, Lydia can see a group of men getting into two small boats, ready to row ashore. 'I can't see Johnny, but they're all in period costume and coming onto the beach. I can't see any cameras either. But let's run down and welcome them.'
The two scientists head out of the building and make their way down the narrow rocky path to the bay.

May 19th, year unknown

The party of English sailors and marines is standing on the white sand of a tropical beach. 'Captain, there are two people approaching, a man and a woman. They look unarmed. And they are dressed in... very unusual clothing'
'Let them approach, Mr Blake. Be ready to translate their Spanish or French for me.'
Richard and Lydia are standing in front of the captain and his crew. Richard is wearing an old 'Aerosmith' tee shirt and surf shorts, Lydia is wearing a pink batik sarong over her bikini. The captain and his officers and marines are all in eighteenth century naval uniforms.
'Are you filming?' asks Lydia to the captain. 'I beg your pardon, madam. I know not what you mean. I am captain Jack Forbes of his Majesty's ship Renown. We represent King George the third of England.'
'Not captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl, then?' Lydia laughs.
'Madam, I do not know of a captain Jack Sparrow, or of a ship named the Black Pearl, but I can assure you, that I am not he. Now please allow your husband to introduce himself,'
'Hello captain Forbes, I am doctor Richard Graves from UCLA. This is my colleague doctor Lydia Langton, also from UCLA. Pleased to meet you, but we know you are filming, so you can drop all the talk about King George.

The captain looks confused. 'I am sorry sir, but I cannot understand the gist or detail of what you are saying. Perhaps your accent or dialect is too strong for me. Where are you from?'
Richard and Lydia feel uneasy, they think the joke has gone too far. 'Listen, you guys are starting to weird us out! What year is it?'
'Sir, it is 1791 of course!'
'What? Don't be ridiculous! It's 2009?' Lydia sounds both confused and a little scared, but the captain has become irritated with the two strangely-dressed islanders, 'Mr Blake, seize them and take them back the ship, I'll decide what to do with them while we explore their buildings.'
Suddenly, just as one of the marines grabs Richard's arm, there is another flash of blinding pink light.

May 19th, 2009

'Where are they, Mr Blake? Find them and bring the to me. Alive, if possible.' The two strangers are nowhere to be seen; they disappeared during the flash of light. The crew look quite scared.
'Aye aye captain... Sir, their footprints are still in the sand. We'll take the path to the top of the hill to their village and capturethem there.'
'Mr Blake, I fear this island has dangerous magical powers. It seems like the devil's work to me. Take some men and search the island anyway, and report back anything you find.'
'Captain Forbes...' one of the crew has his mouth wide open and is pointing into the bay, 'the ship has gone!'

May 19th, 1791

Richard and Lydia are standing alone on the beach. They look at each other, unable to speak. Lydia is still holding the small digital camera that she had brought with her. 'Check the camera,' Richard suggests.
'No good... I didn't take any photos!'
'I can't explain what just happened, Lydia. Can you?'
'No, I can't. I just don't understand, it's too weird. Their ship is still here, but where are the sailors? And look! Our path has disappeared. What's going on?'
The two scientists return to their research centre but it too has disappeared. The island is completely empty. All signs of their life and work have are gone.

Copyright: Sean Anderson May 18th 2009. All rights reserved.
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