"Get the sail!"
The Tempest Tide was a pirate ship that had been almost two thousand years old. An old man with red eyes walked on it with his crew. There were psychics and cyborgs, buffoons and geniuses. The sail was being torn to bits as they traveled through time at roughly the speed of light.
"Anyone got a light?"
Dr. John was the ship's third mate. He had blonde hair that went to his shoulder blades and was a real jerk most of the time. Though, BB had let him get the rank of third mate and he used his power to keep the ship on course and bumping cigarettes off other people.
"Get back to work. I don't pay you to smoke on the job."
"You don't pay me anything."
"Exactly."
Both of them were yelling at one another before a ten-year-old girl dressed like a girl scout came out to back up Lia, the one at the rat's nest who was about to get blown to the stone age.
"Both of you get Sugar out of the nets!"
That little girl was in fact, Scott. The dictator had figured out some necromancy before his death at age 69. When any of his descendants died, he took over their bodies. Sadly, his thirty second granddaughter got hit by a time machine and then he had to wait until a kid could come along that looked like him to be restored.
"Don't order around your captain!"
"Drop the ego, BB. It makes you look bad in front of the troops."
Lia was holding onto the net that led to the rat's nest as she blew in the high wind like a flag on a rainy day.
"Help me!"
"Will you let me have your fruit snacks?"
"Yes?"
Scott took her hand and jumped into the rat's nest before pulling the girl in with him. She had black hair and wore a dress worthy of a baroness and jet brown hair and brown eyes.
"You're welcome."
Down low, Sugar was nearly being blown away before his wrist was grabbed by the golden skinned and haired doctor. BB took a towel and wiped him down before the two took him down low to be tended to.
"We need to fix the shields."
"We need a better engine."
John's treatment began with assessment. He saw that he had a broken rib and had torn wrist.
"Please don't make this hurt."
"I will."
With some supernatural means and the use of a very hot poker, he cauterized the wound and began chanting until new skin began to grow out of it. The wound was beginning to heal so fast, and the outside crew was beginning to get control of the ship. The Tempest Tide would stay afloat as they ended up in the Mediterranean.
"Why are we here?"
"To save the world."
"Pardon?"
BB had seemed mad in those days. Perhaps he was when you know who he is.
"How do you know it's going to end?"
BB pulled up a piece of paper. It was folded between his fingers and was used for reading a thousand and one times.
"This note was left on my nightstand the night before a group of raiders hit Backtown and nothing makes me sure of it more than the visions I had."
"Visions?"
"Yes, there were roughly three of them with two happening on the night of their arrival and one on the night of us getting this ship."
"What did you see in these visions."
Dr. John and Sugar were already out as Scott was hurrying down to the food storage in order to get Lia's fruit snacks. Lia on the other hand was trying to get down but ended up falling and hitting Sugar.
"Why are you even lookout?"
She had poor vision. It was 20/200. In lack of better words, she was almost as blind as a bat and needed a telescope to see what was basically right in front of her.
"Because I'm too nice to be the one who shaves off barnacles."