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Linebeck rubbed at his head as he sat up. His clothes had completely dried out, in fact, he wasn't in the same clothes he was wearing earlier, but the clothes he wore when he first boarded the Ghost Ship. Linebeck looked around and saw that he was on the Ghost Ship with the crew of his shipping crew. Some of them were still out cold, others were still coming too.

It was strange seeing his old friends, especially in their non cursed forms. Wait, where was Link, Jolene, or Link's friend Tetra? Was there another split in the timeline? Did that mean they were the eight or so years in the past? This was so confusing. But right now though, that didn't matter. They just needed to get off the ship. It was nothing but trouble.

Just as he stood up he was slammed back down into the deck of the ship. A blond had him pinned down, brown eyes piercing holes into him. Linebeck's eyes locked onto the man above him. He would have groaned if the wind hadn't been knocked out of him first.

"You don't known how long I've been waiting to do this." The man said through gritted teeth.

Their faces were inches apart. The man's knuckles were white as they gripped Linebeck's blue shirt tightly. He let go with his right hand and reeled it back. Linebeck closed his eyes and braced himself for a punch. Before the blow could land on his face, the man was suddenly pulled off by a brunet.

"Calm down James." The brunette said as he struggled with the angry man.

James was thrashing around like a cat trying to avoid a bath. Linebeck took this opportunity to scramble to his feet. By now nearly everyone was out of their stupor. There were a lot of perturbed faces, confused, and groggy ones among the crowd.

"Back off Kerk. Linebeck has had this coming for eight years." James growled as he fought Kerk's grasp.

"What are you talking about James? Is it because you are the one who got yourself caught? I told you to play it safe and subtle." Linebeck threw his hands into the air, "But no! We go out fighting or not at all. But you know what?" The sailor asked, nearing the angered man, "I got away. I was then able to help day destroy the evil entity that possessed the ship so we could get back home. I'm sorry it took so long, but I did it. Now let's get off this ship and go home, Captain."

James stopped struggling and jerked his way out of Kirk's hold.

"Fine." He replied through gritted teeth, but the fire began to die in his eyes, "Let's just go home."

The captain of the supply ship helped another groggy sailor back aboard their ship. James glared at him, piercing blue eyes stabbing holes at Linebeck. Kirk looked between James and Linebeck and let out a long breath and he ran his hands through his brown locks. He walked over to Linebeck, shaking his head slightly and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't sweat it. Besides," Kirk rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "being trapped on that ship as a spirit like thing wasn't that bad."

Linebeck frowned and shot the other man a look, "Hey. I did it. I know it took me a while, longer than I would have liked, but hey," he flashed a sheepish smile.

Kirk threw his arm around Linebeck and corralled him towards the cargo ship, "Nawh, it's not a big deal. Everyone and everything is back to normal."

They leaped aboard the old ship and made their way below deck. A lot of fun memories were made on this ship. It was still strange to think that technically, they hadn't happened all that long ago.

Linebeck rubbed the back of his neck, "Kirk, about earlier, I just wanna say... thanks."

The brunet let out a laugh, "No problem, that's it's part of the job description. Besides, you know James had been wanting to clean your clock since -"

"Yeah, you and I both no why." Linebeck interrupted as his face changed into a bright shade of red.

Kirk rolled his eyes and rustled Linebeck's hair, "You know I always have to give you a hard time for that." He thrust a broom into his Linebeck's hands, "Come on, we got some cleaning to do."

Things slowly settled back to normal. Or at least as close to normal after about an eight year long gap where lots of things had passed. It was strange to go back to being below someone on a ship. For the past five years he had had his own ship. There wasn't a whole lit of catching up to do, it was just Linebeck filling everyone in in what happened the last eight years. But seeing as they were back when the Ghost Ship took them, they hadn't really happened yet, at least in this timeline. They also decided that once everyone got settled back in again they would hold a town meeting and explain what had happened. Linebeck wasn't looking forward to that, but he supposed it had to be done.

After two days of sailing a familiar island could be seen in the distance. Outset Island was definitely a sight for sore eyes. A strange feeling ran over everyone as they left the ship. For the past eight years they never thought that they would see their home again. But here they were.

Linebeck's heart began pounding, and butterflies made his stomach dance and churn as he made his way towards his house. He nearly cried when he saw Link sitting outside with his Grandma. He was playing with his little toys. The four year old looked up from his toys and a huge toothy grin instantly flashed on his face. Link stood up and ran to him, as fast as his tiny legs could carry him. His arms were outstretched.

"Daddy! You're home!" He cried out between giggles.

Linebeck stooped down and held his son. Goddesses, Link was so tiny. Tears were welling up in his eyes. He had missed out on so much, but now he could be there. The young child looked up and saw his tears fighting their way out.

"What's wrong Daddy? Are you sad?" The curious child asked.

Linebeck smiled back warmly and wiped his eyes, "No. I'm just really happy Link."

This satisfied the four year old, "Good. Do you wanna play sand cattles?"

The sailor raised an eyebrow, "Sand cattles? How do you play?"

Link giggled, "No Daddy. Sand cattles. You make catttles in the sand and smoosh them."

His grandmother laughed, "He means sand castles. But he's been having a hard time pronouncing it."

"That's what I said. Sand cattles. I pononceded it right." Defended Link as the four year old crossed his arms.

Linebeck smiled and rustled the boy's hair, "Sure. I'll make sand castles with you. Just let me talk with your grandmother real quick."

Linebeck turned towards the older woman, "Thank you for watching the kids Julia."

The old woman grinned, "It was nothing. How was your trip?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, things didn't go well, but then they did. It's a really long story. And we're going to have a town meeting tonight and explain everything."

Julia shook her head, "Well, as long as you all made it back, that's all that matters. Now go spend time with Link; he's really missed you."

Linebeck looked out at his son who was messing with the sand, and couldn't help but smile, "I've missed him too."