Henry Savvy And Tosh By Captain Savvy

"Look, we're not on any isle, okay?  We're in the mountains.  Near Libertyville, Virginia."  He peered at her.  "America... uh, Earth."

"Aye, aye, I know where Virginia be...wait, Virginia?!  How'd ye whisk me to the colonies so fast?"

"Uh... we're states now." And he reached into a black bag and pulled out what looked like a big book made of the same stuff as the table.  He continued, "And you came to me.  I just came in last night to fiddle with some roleplaying game stuff, and there was this big wind from inside here -- blew out my candles.  Then I heard something hit the ground.  I went in to check it out... and there you were."  By then he'd flipped the book open so the front cover stuck straight up.  By itself, no less.  The pages seemed to glow mysteriously.  

"What sort of book be this, Tosh?"

He looked up.  "Tosh?"

"That be your name, aye?"  She pointed at the cover.  "Tosh Ibba."

He snickered at that.  "No, no, you say that Toe-Sheeba.  And my name's Henry.  Henry Case."

Henry turned the mysterious book-thing to face her.  The page that glowed was really a colorful glass pane, and the facing "pages" on the table were curious dark grey squares with letters, numbers, and symbols, many of which she didn't recognize.  On the lit glass plate was a map which showed the world.  And as Henry traced a finger here and touched a square and rectangle there, the world grew seemingly closer.  It closed in on eastern America, and while all the borders weren't exactly how she recalled, she recognized old Virginia.  Why it was split in two parts, she had no idea.  And it n it centered on a spot labeled Libertyville.  It was like what a bird might see from way up in the sky.  The roads and buildings sure looked strange to her.

Then she spotted something.  "Hey, what be this in the corner?"  And she focused on the lower right.  There was a date:  July 25, 2011.

"Be this today's date, Henry?" she asked.

"Aye.  I mean, yeah,"

She stared at that date for a long while.  "The year of our Lord Two Thousand and Eleven?" she murmured.

The dread started to seep in.  All her mates, her allies.  Her friends.  Her loved ones, her sweetheart.  Gone.  Dead for three centuries.  And no clue to what sort of hazards, threats, and changes awaited in this maddeningly strange and unknown future.

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This is a sketch by I'd commissioned.  It's a little scene from my short story "Cap'n Savvy and the Windy Cave." fav.me/d4a7hld Not being 100% solid on the pirate story genre or Savvy's saga, I figured I'd do a little stand-alone with some Twilight Zone/Amazing Stories elements.  I think Savvy captured the moment very well.

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