What is—that shouldn’t—but—
*stares*
“So, tell me, Stranger, what brings you to be adrift on the open sea? You must have recently come from Bermuda, but what is the meaning of this peculiar uniform? I deduce that you are a soldier of some sort, but I wager there’s more to you than that.” Captain Holmes smiled down at his rather stunned-looking captive. “Mmm… I do so love a good mystery.”
I don’t even care; I will accept time travel as a reasonable option – regardless, I approve; someone fic it? *looks pointedly at Random* (What, you’ve already started… *innocent smile*) Edit: (And then this happened)
John jerks his head away when the – captain? He presented himself as one, set adrift in time. Perhaps a madman who’d watched too many films – grips his chin, lifting his head up to look him over. “That makes one of us”, he all but growls, pulling against bonds he knew were secure; he couldn’t help it, he was never one to accept capture, regardless of the circumstances.
He hadn’t quite gotten a handle on those, yet, in any case. John eyed the other man over suspiciously; this couldn’t be some sort of elaborate scheme, it couldn’t, what would there even be to gain from it? He was pretty sure he wasn’t dead, but that was only pretty sure, at this point. “If you figure it out, tell me, yeah?” It’s just shy of challenging – he may be at a disadvantage, a pretty severe one at that – but he had no intentions of submitting. This could be a fever dream for all he knew, but he had to treat it like reality until he learned otherwise.
John took a look over the ship again, just a brief glance, then met the other man’s eyes, firmly. This was ridiculous, made no sense at all; it was strange enough when he woke in that strange room, all alone, but it only got stranger since his escape, such as it was. He should be with his troop – had been with his troop – but the last thing he remembered before waking was pain and blood, screaming and confusion and a queer, screeching noise in his ears. He’d been shot, he was sure, was fading fast even as he’d heard an unfamiliar voice muttering ‘too soon’, and ‘this isn’t right’, and an abrupt jerking dragging him away from where he’d lain. He had started to consider this was some sort of dying dream when he tumbled out the door to find himself on the ocean without a wound or a clue how he’d gotten there. He’d thought the ship passing, hours of staying afloat later would be his salvation – even if it was a strange, classical design; wooden, of all things – but he had been handled roughly, searched for… something, and bound, to be shoved aside on deck. No one paid him any mind, then, until… this. Whatever this was.
(Ball’s in your court, now, my dear~ *smirk*)
Lady Karasu 