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Chapter 4!!!

Wilbur made to swerve the time machine before the pirate ship saw him, but it was too late. He had been seen; he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt when a cannonball flew past the time machine and nearly knocked off a wing.

"Whoa!" Wilbur swerved out of the way and his study guide fluttered to the floor. The next cannonball smashed into the clear hull of the time machine. Thank goodness Cornelius had made it nearly indestructible. Wilbur was still thrown to the floor and wound up staring at his study guide.

Abruptly, Wilbur realized that he was in the wrong time period. He should have been in the late 1500's, not here in this storm being attacked by a pirate galleon.

He frantically punched in the right date and punched England on the map. The time machine blasted off and flew into the Elizabethan Age, leaving the captain of the pirate galleon very confused.

As soon as he had fully materialized, Wilbur hurriedly turned on the invisibility shield. He had learned form Italy. Italy. Italy brought back memories, and Eleonora.

Eleonora.

Just the memory of her caused his eyes to prick with tears. He missed her so much. Maybe he should go back and see her one more time…No. He couldn't. it was too dangerous. He breathed out heavily. Maybe this whole living-through-history-to-study-it thing wasn't such a great idea after all.

But this was the only way he could learn everything in time for the final. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and absent-mindedly wiped his eyes. He brought his hand away from his face to find it wet with tears. He steeled himself and reminded himself that he didn't cry. Wilbur Robinson did not cry.

He landed the time machine near what looked like an old theatre. Now it would be easier to find. He jumped out and began to walk down a small alleyway that was, for some reason, peppered with red flags.

He warily walked down the alley, knowing that his Italian clothes were strange to these people. He'd have to find new ones soon. He hoped nothing too bad would happen to him.

A girl peeked her head out from an old wooden door. She saw Wilbur's semi-fine clothes and handsome figure and smiled. This was rent money.

She snuck up behind him and grabbed his wrist. "'Ello there, 'andsome." she said.

"Umm……hi?"

She smiled again. Mischievously this time. "Wot's a 'andsome snip like you doin' out 'ere? Lookin' for a…bite to eat?" She put her hands provocatively on his shoulders and squeezed. Wilbur nervously backed up away from this girl. She was making him very nervous.

Even though Wilbur was backing away, she kept coming. Wilbur felt himself bit the brick wall behind him, but she didn't stop. On the contrary, she appeared glad that Wilbur had no escape.

"Come 'ere, luv," she said, still holding his shoulders. "Don' cha wanna have a lit'le fun? I could…make meself available fer anything you want." She pushed Wilbur up against the wall, holding his shoulders still and making sure he couldn't get away from her.

Wilbur was unfamiliar with sixteenth century England, but he was still human, and knew very well what this girl wanted from him. He also knew that there was no way in heaven or hell that he was going to give it to her.

The girl took advantage of Wilbur's temporary distraction and pushed herself on him and kissed him. "Mmmmph! Mmm mmm mmmmph!" Wilbur struggled to get away from her, but her arms held him tight against the wall, and her lips pressed against his kept him from crying out. "Mmmmph!"

"Sarah! What are you doing to that poor boy?"

Sarah stopped kissing Wilbur momentarily and he drew in a huge breath. "I'm just havin' a lit'le fun. And getting' me some rent money is all. Wot's it to you?'

"Sarah, you know very well what it is to me. I told you not to come live here. And I don't think this particular boy is very willing to engage in your kind of 'fun,' as you call it."

"No, I'm-" Wilbur began, but was cut off by Sarah's hand being pressed over his mouth.

"He's fine."

"Mmmmph!"

"Oh, Eliza, you know hoe Spider is, if we girls give it out, the gent's got to pay for it. Whether he wanted it or not. And I need money. 'E said e's gonna chuck me out if I don't give 'im somethin'. Or worse, take my pay for a month."

"I do know how he is. That is why I warned you not to come here. Now you have, you'll never manage to get yourself out." Eliza looked at Wilbur. "Sarah, let him go, please." She opened her purse and gave Sarah money. "Here. For this month. But don't expect it again."

Sarah took her hand off Wilbur's mouth and took the money, shoving it down the neckline of her dress. "Sorry," she said. She seemed sincere. "Yeah….um…I…have to go."

"Wait," said Eliza. "Please, you look lost. Let me help you. You don't seem to be from here, can I direct you somewhere?" She was right. Wilbur realized he was missing yet another crucial element. He had no accent. And Eliza seemed trustworthy. At least, she wouldn't shove him up against a wall and kiss him to death.

"Please, let me help you."

"All right," he said, and allowed himself to walk the few steps over to her. She extended her hand in greeting, and Wilbur took it in his own and kissed it. It seemed like to proper thing to do. Eliza blushed, and thanked him. Wilbur looked up at her for the first time and gasped.

She looked just like Eleonora.