Phineas Bogg and thirteen year old Jeffrey Jones landed on a soft surface. HAY!

"Hey, we didn't land hard this time!" Jeffrey said, not willing to get off the bale of hay.,

"Yeah, it felt great, didn't it?" Bogg asked, giving his young partner a smile.

"It sure did, Bogg. My butt is tired of getting hurt all the time!"

Bogg pull the omni from his belt.

"Missouri, 1897. Green light,"

"Ahhhh, in a time zone where there's NOTHING wrong!" Jeff sighed as he laid on the hay. He stretched his legs and put his arms behind his head.

"What do you say we relax a little bit and then get something to eat?" Bogg suggested.

"Sounds good to me. I'm tired of your beef jerky!" Jeffrey moaned, closing his eyes.

The sun felt good on his arms and face. Jeff sighed with pleasure.

"Hey, at least it's free and filling. And, not to mention, FREE!"

"Yeah, well, I think it tastes awful!"

Reluctantly, the both of them got off the hay bale and started walking.

"Guess we could do some site seeing while we look for a place to eat," Bogg sighed.

"Yeah, sounds great to me. After two years of voyaging, I'm glad we got some r and r."

"So am I, Jeff. So am I," Bogg said and put an arm around the boy.

"You know, I wonder what we can find to eat in 1897?"

"Good question, kid. But, I AM kinda hungry for a hamburger."

"I'm not sure they HAD hamburgers in 1897, Bogg. But, it wouldn't do us any harm in finding out."

"Okay, let's go find some grub!"

So, the two head south, not knowing if that was where the restaurants were, let alone a town.

On the way to a town, Bogg and Jeffrey spot a dog walking towards them. It was a very nice looking golden retriever. So much so, Bogg decided to go up to it and pet it.

"C'mon, kid, it's a friendly dog!" he said, petting it as the dog licked his hand and wagged his tale.

"No, thanks. Bogg, c'mon. I'm hungry!" Jeff said, tired from all the walking he and Bogg have all ready done.

Bogg sighed. "Okay, okay."

He smiled at the dog. "Get walkin, dog. The kid and I are looking for some place to eat!"

The dog whined, but went his merry way.

"Ow!" Bogg said, as he slapped his neck.

"What's wrong?" Jeff asked, concerned.

"Just got bitten by a stupid flea. That dog must've been COVERED with 'em!"Bogg moaned as he scratched the area.

Jeff yanked his arm away. "Don't scratch it! It'll get worse!"

Bogg chuckled. "Okay, mother hen, I'll stop itching!"

A few minutes later, they finally find an eating place. Jeff was right, they didn't have hamburgers. Disappointed, Bogg decided to order chicken and mashed potatoes.

Jeff decided to order fish and mashed potatoes.

During dinner, they talked about what to do next while watching people in the restaurant.

They were able to find a place to stay for the night or the next couple of days.

The next morning, Jeff awoke, smelling eggs and bacon cooking at the restaurant across the street. He gets up and goes over to Bogg's bed.

"Bogg, wake up. I'm smelling eggs and..." he notices something strange about his partner.

Bogg is shivering, yet he is sweating and having trouble breathing.

Jeff's eyes went wide. "Bogg, stop it! You're scaring me!"

In the two years he'd been with Bogg, he'd never known the pirate to get sick. This was worrying him, mostly because he didn't know this time frame. Not only that, but he didn't know what was wrong with Bogg or what had caused it.

The mere thought of loosing the big guy scared him enough!

"Don't worry, Bogg! I'm gonna get help!" Jeff promised, as he rushed out the room...