Ahoy mateys,
You may be wondering how an old pirate skeleton like me wanders into this day and age——been trying to make sense of it me'self ever since "the flash"...
It was a calm moonlit night in 1718. I was walkin' the decks of me trusty ship as the crew slept below. The sea was calm, the moon was bright, and there was a warmer-than-usual breeze on the night air. All of a sudden, my one good eye spotted a green flash on the horizon and in an instant, I was hurled like a cannonball through time and space. I grasped for somethin' solid, but only felt air passing between my fingers. Not sure if it was for a second or for a century, but when I came to my senses, I was standing between to large arms o' metal in a world I've never seen the looks of before. Now I'm wanderin', trying to find my way back to my ship n' crew. until then, I've left a small logbook at the strange site. Should you have any advice on gettin' back in time, feel free to write it there.
Yer' matey in the hunt,
~ Captain Cache°
To continue the adventure, check out Part 2!
Congrats to denbomans on FTF!