Scott was surprised at the answer he got. BB had crazy ideas, going back and fighting their evil versions, running Backtown, and assisting in the running of the town even past his own death and well into BB's hundreds.
"Alright. We're already on a time traveling pirate ship so I guess we can do that."
"Yeah. I guess I'll have to force Sugar to wake up again."
BB walked away and began humming a tune nobody had heard in a long time, it was Elvis. He was humming the tune to the Wonder of You by Elvis. Despite being a wild man, he was great with his memory.
"I don't know Lia, BB is just always putting so much pressure on me."
"Sugar, get down here."
"Yes sir."
Upon him getting to the bottom of the sails, BB put his skinny arm around him.
"We need to talk."
"About what?"
"Your studies and how you've been skipping out on them."
Geez, was this guy ever a kid? He already makes me his bus boy and now I have to be his perfect student. Was he sure that I was the best fit for this position? If I were him, I'd have ten of me around. The two were basically walking in circles as the Tempest Tide flung from spot to spot in the rough Mediterranean sea. Soon, a battle would be upon them.
"I can explain."
""No need, when I was your age, I skipped my studies as well."
"Really? Then why did you call me here?"
"Well, I wanted to tell you why I'm so hard on you."
Sugar mouth was drooling as it fell to the ground and caught a few wooden splinters.
"Plase, go ahead."
"See, when I was twelve, I'd been an orphan who was trusted to the care of a twisted man. His name was Dials. He put me under training worse than yours and he wouldn't ever have any time for you."
Dials, I remember reading about him in the history books at the orphanage. He was the second ever leader of Backtown. BB's wrinkly face contorted to show sadness as he thought of his younger years. He knew what had happened yet he didn't like how they were locked away in his mind. Though, would you lie to yourself to be happy?
"What did he do?"
"He was the world's best crook along with its smartest detective. I was forced to be his student and study at a college level even in my early teens. One night, he came home late..."
Maybe I was wrong about BB. He's an orphan like me and has obviously seen some things in his time. A single tear ran down his face.
"Then what happened?"
It sounded almost like he was prying at his mentor to see what he could scrape from him.
"Well, one night, I was looking for a glass of water and ended up falling down the stairs. At the bottom was Dials, holding three pieces of art he had stolen. My wrist was broken and without a second thought, I ran away. Eight years later, I was a freelance detective in a small place called Backtown when a priest and a politician broke into my house."
"I know one is Scott, but who's the other?"
"His name was Eisenhower. See, our time machine was sentient and had picked us out through candidates. One of which was me and the first one was Eisenhower."
See, Backtown became the capital of the new world government and was more powerful than almost every modern-day world superpower put together. Nukes, soldiers, and such. All of which were in a church run by BB.
"What happened to him?"
"He fought the system and decided to pay for it. He held honor over self p[reservation."
"Wow, you must have been around some real interesting individuals."
"Indeed. See, we founded Backtown and ran it."
"Then why did you get banished?"
For a minute, Sugar thought that this vision stuff was just a scheme by BB to get his titles back after he'd been banished.
"Looks like the boat is coming near."
They looked around the sea and only saw that it was a small fleet of people who were high ranking officials protecting it. Working fast, BB handed Sugar a detonator.
"If I die or they get away, detonate it."
"Detonate what?"
Without a second word, he began yelling for the crew to get ready for a fight. Nobody would expect how bloody it would be. People usually fight harder when their sense of winning is high. They wore linthorax, an armor made of linen that was very durable for the time and relatively light weight.
"Just do it."
Dr.John had a shotgun prepared for the ordeal before eventually, he had an entire armory behind him in the form of little Scott. Lia had her hounds at the ready. They liked their meat red and at about ninety-five degrees fahrenheit.
"Those poor men."
"Don't feel bad for them, it'll only make things harder."
Sugar stared in disbelief at Scott. He was a psychotic man and there was no doubt about it. But there was also what he did with it.
"What is wrong with you?"
"There's not enough time in the day to talk about that. But here's a quick tip, just think of it as a task brought before you. Like it's a holy mission."
Sugar made a mental note to himself about asking BB why he's friends with Scott and out of all the people that could have necromancy, why would it have to be Scott.
"Move out of the way!"
Whilst Sugar slept at the orphanage, BB had planted a device in his ear. It would automatically translate anything he listened to. In this case, it would be translating ancient Greek.
"Take them down."
Scott crawled to the top of the eagle's nest and jumped off the Tempest Tide before hitting the boat that the body was being carried in. Like a demon in man's form, he fired bullets back and forth through the ship before he made it below deck and found the body of the king.
"Hello, my name is Scott. Everyone knows who you are."
After some quick maneuvering, the hell hounds crossed the sea and made their way to the ship. Without a second thought, they immediately began to eat away at the hull of the ship.
"Detonate it, now!"