Okay, so the layout of this story will be much more different from my other stories. Chapter one was about Sage and Amelia, who are now in 15th century England with William, Robin, Stuart, Jackson, and the rest of the crew. That plot will pick up in chapter 3. For this chapter, it is about how the Northern Star came to be and how the pirates became time travelers. Every even numbered chapter will contain 3 different points of view, featuring a younger version of everyone. If it's confusing, just read the chapter. If it's still confusing, leave a review or PM me.

It may be quite a while before I update this story again. So..here's a tiny bit less than 2000 words for ya.

JustAHeadacheWaitingToHappen: I hope you like this chapter.

1

Stuart

To say the day started ordinary would've been an understatement. It was ridiculously boring. Sixteen days of floating around in the middle of the ocean left us starving, dehydrated, and aggravated. Two of us had died, and I had heard murmurings of mutiny. Fat lot of good that would do them. We'd still be in the middle of the sea, starving and
thirsty. That particular day, the sun was beating down on our backs and I was sitting on a crate. No one spoke, and the weather looked fine. We were not moving, and we rocked gently back and forth. Half of us were snoozing, but the other half were attempting to keep busy. We'd heard nothing from the captain all day. It was late afternoon
when someone finally said something.
"Twelve shillings for the one who bests me," I heard. Turning to look, I saw a slim man holding a sword and facing the half that was on deck. No one stepped up, knowing that Gregory Jackson was by far the best swordsman on the ship. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him chuckle and sheath his sword. "Thought not."

"And what about me?" came another voice. This was a strongly built man. He looked at the others. "Twenty shillings to him that can beat me hand to hand," he said. There were a few murmurs. Of all the crew, Franklin Aadams was definitely the strongest.
"I didn't think so," he smirked. There was silence for a moment, and then I heard footsteps gradually approaching.

"Oi. And what of you, lad?" someone asked. I looked up into the face of Sam Dalna. He was perhaps the oldest crew member. I stared at him for a moment.
"What would you be doing on a ship like this?"
"Same that I was yesterday, Sam," I groaned. "Waiting for us to hit port so I can get off this blasted ship."
"It'd be a few days before that occurs, mate," he laughed. I shrugged. "One can hope."
We both gave dark chuckles; this had been an ongoing conversation for almost two weeks now. And for almost two weeks, it was the same. The old man walked away, and I went back to being extremely bored, as opposed to just bored. The rest of the crew had begun quiet conversation, but it was mostly reruns from days before. Discussions
to be had had been had, and nothing new had happened in the past two weeks.
Nevertheless, I picked up bits and pieces.

"We be acting tonight...what hit em'."
"...lad know?"
"...kill him."
Well, apparently these two weren't going to be bored tonight. I saw that it was Gregory, Franklin, and a few others who were speaking. If only I knew what awaited us that night. I could've spared them the trouble.
About an hour later, there was a creaking sound as the hatch opened and out crawled a skinny lad, no older than I. He walked towards me and sat down.
"Have you heard the news?" he asked. "We're takin over tonight."
Ah. So that's what they'd been talking about. The whispers of mutiny had been true. I thought about warning the captain, but even if I did, the greater half of the crew was in on it. They'd take the captain and I down easily.
"I know you don't like it," the boy, whose name was Jackson Randler, began, looking out across the sea, "But if we're going to survive, we'll need a new captain." I yawned. "We'll still be lost at sea," I pointed out, following his gaze to the far horizon. He shrugged. "Aye, but at least we'll be looking."
"And what exactly do you intend to find?"
"Fresh food and water. Land. People," he said, squinting as the setting sun came into view. Our stomachs growled at the same time. "I'll stay below decks while you men do your, 'thing'," I said. "I do not want to get involved in mutiny."
"We won't kill him," Jackson said. "We'll just throw him overboard."
"About the same," I said, standing up and stretching. "I'm going to sleep. If you fail, I had no part in this. If you succeed, I had no part in this. Aye?"
"Aye. You got it."
I made my way down and climbed onto my hammock. The ship swayed, rocking the hammock gently and slowly lulling me to sleep.

2

William

"Mutiny? Are you sure?" I asked my friend Robin Resnal. He nodded, motioning for me to drop my voice to a murmur. "Aye, Will. Mutiny. I heard that Gregory and Franklin are leading it. Should we warn Daniel?"
Daniel Pratt was the captain of the Expeditioner. Robin was my best friend.
"Do you know how many other crewmates are in on it?" I questioned. Robin winced. "More than half the crew."
"And the other half?"
"Too scared to fight back or join the mutiny. Daniel probably shouldn't have hired them."
"Probably not. Have you seen Daniel recently?"
"No. Did you check the Poop Cabin?"
"I prefer the term Captain's Quarters, and yes," I replied. "It's as if he disappeared."
"That's impossible," Robin said. "When was the last time you saw him?"
"Last night. He said something about 'it being time,' and 'I'll have to prepare.' I don't know what he was talking about."
"Knowing him, we'll probably figure it out soon." Robin said.
"Very soon," I added. We looked over as footsteps came down the stairs. It was a young crewmate named Stuart. Neither Robin nor I knew much about him, but he only brushed past us and climbed into a hammock. I looked at Robin, who shrugged. "I think
he's neutral," he whispered. "Neither side."
"From what you've said, I think the smaller part of the crew is 'neutral'," I muttered back. "Do you know when it's supposed to happen?"
"Tonight, I believe."
"We must defend the captain, and convince him to make port as soon as possible."
"Don't you think I haven't tried?" A new voice joined the hushed conversation. Robin and I turned to see none other that Daniel himself.
"Captain!" we both said, surprised. He held a finger to his mouth, motioning for us to stay quiet. "Aye," he said.
"Where've you been?" I asked. "The crew's planning mutiny and we haven't seen you all day!"
"I know. Listen. There are two other boys on this ship, Stuart and Jackson."
"Jackson is a part of the mutiny," Robin said. "Stuart is over there." He gestured to the boy who was snoring softly. Daniel squinted towards him, it getting harder and harder to see in the dim light.
"I need you to wake him up, then go find Jackson and bring them both to me. I have a plan for you four. Go, quickly."
Robin and I turned to each other. "I'll grab Stuart. You get Jackson," I said. He nodded and walked up to the deck. I walked past Daniel to the young boy in the hammock.
"Stuart," I hissed. He murmured something and shifted. "Geez, you're like sleeping beauty," I groaned, shaking his shoulders.
"Wake up!"
He blinked his eyes open, yawning. "What do you want?" he grumbled, rubbing the fatigue from his eyes. "Captain Daniel wants to have a word with you," I said. Stuart sighed and sat up, sliding out of the hammock.
"Why?"
"The ship isn't soundproof, lad. I know you know about the mutiny."
Now Stuart was wide awake. "I swear, I didn't do it," he said. "I only heard about it from
somebody else. Please don't throw me overboard," he pleaded. I smirked. "I don't think you should worry about that, mate."
"Well, what should I worry about?"
"We're about to find out."

3
Robin

"I didn't do it!" Jackson protested, squrming in my grasp. Though I was 3 years his elder, he was still very strong. "Aye, but you were planning to," I said. "Besides, you may not
actually be in trouble." Jackson stopped squirming, and I dragged him below deck.
"We're all here, Captain," William said, standing next to a scared-looking Stuart.
"Good," Captain Daniel said. He held a lamp, and turned it brighter.
"How long have you been on the Expeditioner, lads?" he asked.
"Almost 4 years, sir," Stuart answered. It was the same for all of us.
"Okay. Listen, I'm not exactly who I told you I was. Aye, my name is Daniel, but I am not a pirate. I was born hundreds of years away, on an island called Hawaii."
"Years? Don't you mean leagues?" William asked. To our surprise, Daniel shook his head. "I meant years. Now, I need to hold your attention, so no questions.

"Long ago, nearly twenty-eight years ago, I was a young lad at the age of ten. I lived on an island called Hawaii. We had boxes that you could communicate with other people from, and more boxes where people would spread the news, instead of by hand or mail."

"One day, a giant ship sailed into the docks. The pirates aboard said they were here to pillage and plunder whatever we had. While they were busy, I snuck aboard.

"You see, lads, as a child I had a very odd infatuation with pirates. So I wanted to see how legit this was. About half an hour later, and I was below deck. I heard a boom, and when I stepped above, we were no longer in Hawaii. We were in the middle of the ocean, somewhere."
"What happened?" Jackson asked as Daniel paused. Daniel stared at him. "The ship had gone back in time several hundred years, and I ended up here."

The three boys all looked at each other, then started laughing. "Right. Sure you did."

"I'll prove it," Daniel said. "I became the captain after a while, and the captain must wait for twenty-eight years before they can go to a time and stay there forever. But, they must leave a captain in their stead. In a few hours' time, the day will come that I can go back to my own time. I will need to appoint a new captain. I have decided to choose one of you."
We were still laughing, but it was much quieter now that we realized he wanted one of us to be the new captain.

"Why do none of the other crew members know about this? Surely you must have gone back in time before," William asked.
"Aye, I have. But not one person on the ship, aside from myself and Sam Dalna, have been here for more than four years. He has sworn to secrecy."
"Why four years?" Stuart asked. Daniel shrugged. "Something about the first captain discovering it on his fourth birthday, I don't know. But I do know that you must prepare yourselves. For it won't be long until you will look to the horizon, and it will be a different one."

Hope you liked it! The next chapter will be back to Sage and Amelia. Don't be afraid to leave a review!

~Misfortune