You suddenly go somewhere else in time.
You sit up. You're on a beach, and an 1800s style sailing ship is
rocking gently offshore. You stand up and look around. Someone is
walking towards you.
It's a kid about your age, 14, with one arm. The empty sleeve of his
right arm is neatly pinned to his smart navy blue jacket.
"Hi," you offer as he comes up to you.
He frowns at you. "I thought this island was deserted. Do you
live here?"
"No," you reply. "I don't know how I got here."
His eyebrows shoot up into his hair. He's a funny kid. He speaks like
an adult, with a British accent, and carries himself like one too.
Plus, he only has one arm. Weird, huh?
"You're a bit confused," he says kindly. "Come on, I'll
take you back to my ship."
"YOUR ship? You have a SHIP?" you ask, stunned.
He laughs. "No, I'm only a midshipman aboard it. Midshipman
William Blakeney at your service. Come on, I'll take you to the
Surprise."
You hesitate. Should you go on?
Suddenly, you find yourself soaring through time once more. You try to
yell, but no go-your voice is swallowed by the roar of the-ocean?
