The Brigadier watched as Percy, his manservant, securely fastened the last piece of baggage to the coach. "You're sure of your information, are you?" asked the Brigadier's staltwart friend and confidant Lord Turnips. "For the last time, Turnips, I'm certain of it. We must go to the Sandwich Islands.""Ambrose, how certain are you that this contraption you've invented will work?" replied the still uncertain Turnips.
"The Temporal Confluence Detector will work, have no fear of that, friend. And it's telling us that a confluence of temporal activity will soon take place in the Sandwich Islands. And that could only mean one thing. Marzipan. Clearly, she never ended up in 7th century BC China, so this is now our only lead. It's either her or someone else who has access to time travel technology."
"What about Nemo? He's pretty clever, you know" asked Lord Turnips.
"That is indeed a possibility. But even if it is Nemo, as unpredictable as he is, I'm certain we could convince him to help us. He has an ax to grind with Marzipan too, you know. They didn't exactly part on the best of company."
Turnips chuckled, "That's an understatement to be sure."
The Brigadier got into the coach, "Well, it's settled them, climb aboard dear friend. First stop Portsmouth, then Sandwich Islands Ho!"
Journal Entry: 8 July
ReplyDeleteLost 4 native porters today. Local tribes are NOT very friendly. Something to do with me pretending to be the Great White God. Barely escaped with our lives.
This afternoon our party will be going to a smashing little Italian bistro run by the local witch doctor. I'll be pleased if we can get a decent lemon squash and be able to leave with fewer than 10% casualties.
Good to hear from you Ambrose!
ReplyDeleteJolly glad to hear that Lemon Squashes are available as well - did you know there is a free drinks custom at the Casino Lisboa - got a bit distracted on my way to the Chemin du Fer table.
No worries as "M" is none the wiser
yours,
W-S