Timeless

“Ma’am, this ship is timeless.”

The rescued woman eyed the skipper. “Schooners of the nineteenth century do have that charm.”

He shook his head. “No, Ma’am. Since our enterprise in Bermuda, time flows strange and none can leave. I was born in 1843. You?”

“1984…”


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