"Boot it up for travel."
"I'll get Scott and Lia down at once."
"No, they stay up."
At a certain point, Sugar didn't even question his mentor's behavior. The reason that they were going to be brought down was because of the fact that in order to go back in time, you need to travel faster than light. They had a shield that would stop them from being torn atom from atom and it would end there. You'd be beaten up and the further away from the front of the ship you'd be, the worse it was.
"I guess so."
Before he booted up the machine, Sugar went and grabbed a baseball. He wrote a note alerting Lia and threw it up there to her. He played baseball as pitcher back at the orphanage but after a few years he dived further into his studies.
"What's that?"
"Not yours."
Lia unwrapped the note from around the baseball. She read it and crouched further into the wooden box that was the crow's nest. Scott on the other hand, simply sat by and waited for the oncoming threat.
"Three... two... one!"
Like that, they flew into the future. Far closer to our modern day.
"We need a better time machine."
After some time, they began to flow through time. The closest comparison one can make to it is to that of an intoxicated person's vision. Sounds and colors blur, you see trillions of things at once before you find yourself on the ground and covered in bruises.
"Hey BB."
"Yeah?"
"Are we there?"
"I think so."
Sugar was launched into the captain's quarters so hard that he broke the door down. Now, BB on the other hand, found himself still at the wheel. Scott and Lia were holding on for dear life. Dr. John had found himself inside the nets that hung off the side. He wasn't mentally sane, but he wasn't crazy enough to not scream.
"Oh, my lord, look at them. Those poor construction workers."
"Construction workers? I went to Princeton!"
"Seems somebody's a bit touchy about how their life turned out. Don't worry bud, the pandemic was hard on all of us."
After he climbed out of the nets, he found himself at the head of the confused crew. BB had done a few things. He had moved the ship from the far side of the canal to the beach. After some time of moving through the waters, they made it to New Chicago.
"What?"
"We need to talk with the world's best detective. Tell him he's going to meet his grandkids."
BB had left his boat and went to the E.P.F building in New Chicago. He had met with a secretary and had made it obvious that he was a creature of strange nature. She was going to pass in roughly three months.
"Sir, I have news for you."
"Yes?"
"The greatest detective, Lighter, he passed yesterday."
The Appalachian Butcher eyes opened wide at those words. He didn't know which one was more surprising, Lighter being a better detective than Dials or his brother passing. Dials is probably already in that cryosleep pod.
"Does he have a lawyer?"
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
A few minutes after the E.P.F secretary broke away for her lunch break; BB jumped over her desk and began to hack into the system. He had a computer back in the turn of the century. This was hard. So, he began to go through everything on Lighter. He got a virus named Covid-19.
"What do we have?"
"He owned no property besides a P.O box. So, we're going to the post office."
"Post office? They still exist in these days?"
"I guess so."
When they walked through New Chicago, they saw the city was white with dozens of roman like statues of men and women. One of the statues was a man with one arm. BB recognized him. He was Alex Diostar.
"This feels weird."
"The Diostars rule the world."
It was nice to BB to know that those he considered allies were winners.