Climbing a Tree?

(John’s P.O.V)

            After dropping the group of women off at the White Villa—literally that’s what it’s called among the natives—I made my way back to the garage to call William. One of the women, Nerina, looks a lot like the woman he fucked on what was supposed to be our only night here in Bermuda prior to our jaunt through time. Lord only knows how we went from being in the year 1835 to the year 1999 but it happened. Yeah, somehow our ship traveled through time when we tried to sail through the “Bermuda Triangle” and ended up in the same spot at the harbor in Hamilton. We have been here ever since, unable to get past the triangle for some unknown reason. The crew has adapted very well, and we have been successful in blending in, changing our names every few decades or so and moving around the island. I’ve gone back to using my birth name of John Drummond and so has William, going back to using his last name of T