George Washington II

When Tommy finally came to, he found Abel lying on the ground, still unconscious.  He shook him a bit and was able to wake him.  Once on their feet, they stepped out of the time machine and surveyed their surroundings.  Small houses dotted the landscape for miles.  The stench of fish hung in the air, indicating that they were near water.

"We have arrived.  Welcome to Long Island," said Abel, breaking the silence," It was here that George Washington escaped us with a lucky fog."  To Tommy, this lucky fog appeared to be a lame excuse for losing such a big figure, but in reality, this was just enough to hide Washington's forces.  Abel went back into the time machine a pulled out two large backpacks.  Tommy didn't notice them before traveling in the time machine, and was curious to know what their use was.

"They are just the weapons and supplies we will need," said Abel, noticing Tommy's quizzical look.  Tommy ripped open his sack and was able to locate his weapon almost immediately.  Feeling no reason to look any further through the bag, Tommy quickly zipped it back up.

"Where to now?" asked Tommy.

"The Royal Tavern.  It should only be a couple miles from here," replied Abel.  He had done extensive research before conducting this very complex operation.  The Royal Tavern was a British hot spot during the Revolutionary War.  Soldiers from all around the island gathered here not only for a nice drink, but also to hear some rumors.  Often times, these rumors involved the Continental Army. 

"Yeah, well where is the time machine going to go?" asked Tommy.

"Oh yeah."  Abel pulled out a thin remote and pressed a small red button.  Almost immediately, the time machine suddenly vanished.  Abel pressed the remote again, and the time machine reappeared.

"A cloaking device," whispered Tommy, not believing his eyes.

"Yes exactly.  I mastered it by simply changing the light fragments to bend around the time machine.  It is impossible to see without this device," explained Abel.  Not willing to waste anymore time, the two men hurried down to town and easily found the Royal Tavern.  Abel, followed by Tommy, casually walked into the tavern and found it overflowing with people.  Everyone was dressed in clothing from the 1700's.  It was incredible; the time machine actually worked.

Not knowing the reason for entering the tavern, Tommy followed Abel's lead.  After a couple of minutes roaming the tavern, Abel approached a man with a long white wig and an elegant red coat.  The tavern was extremely loud, so when the man and Abel exchanged words, Tommy was unable to hear them.  Suddenly, the man pulled out a flintlock pistol and aimed it at Abel.  The tavern instantly turned silent.

"You have made a terrible mistake, sir," said the man in the wig in an British accent,” Do you think you can just come here and order me around like I’m your slave?”  The man was obviously quite annoyed with Abel, but was able to maintain his straight face.

“No disrespect, sir, but I believe you have been looking for these,” said Abel, pulling out one of the Katanas.  He slowly let his hand run across the blade, but did not take his eyes off the man in the wig.  The sword was glamorous.  Its blade shined like diamonds and was unbelievably sharp.  “Now believe me.  You don’t want to mess with me.”

“Ah yes.  My apologies,” said the man in the wig, putting his pistol back in his holster,” Come with me.” The two men exited the tavern immediately, and followed the man in the wig out behind the tavern.  “I have been searching for these for an eternity.”

“Yes these are quite rare.  I believe very few exist in this world.  Am I correct?” asked Abel.

“These are among the rarest and most valuable items in the entire New World.  Tell me, where exactly did you find these magnificent weapons?”

“I am afraid I cannot reveal that information, but if you are willing to give us food and shelter, then I think we can strike a deal.”

“Most certainly sir.  Follow me.”

The two men followed him to a small house only a couple hundred yards away from the tavern.  It was fairly large compared to the rest of the houses in the area.  It had a grand wraparound porch, blood red shutters, and a large oak door.  In large gold letters, the name, Williams, hung from a sign above the oak door.  Before entering, the man turned around and finally introduced himself, and apologized again for his rudeness.  He also included some background knowledge of himself as they stepped into the house.  The house was fairly simple, and was fitted with luxurious wood work. 

They followed Mr. Williams up the stairs and into a small room at the end of the hallway.  It appeared to be his office because a large oak desk sat directly in the center of the room.  The desk was piled high with papers and quills.  Mr. Williams shuffled through the papers until he reached a large map toward the bottom of the pile.  It was unlike any map the two had ever seen.  Because of the large decrease in buildings and streets, Long Island was completely transformed.  Red and blue ink dotted the piece of paper. 

“May I ask a favor sir,” said Mr. Williams.

“Anything,” replied Abel.

“This is a secret map of the island.  I need this to be delivered to a man four houses down from here.  His name is Jerry Wilkins.  Say it’s from Walter Williams.  Please restrain yourselves from looking at it though, for it reveals General Washington’s army’s position.” 

Abel raised his eyebrows and quickly accepted Mr. Williams’ task, though the two had no intentions in handing the secret map over.  The two thanked Mr. Williams and followed him down to their room.  Their room was very simple.  Two cots with blankets sat in the middle of the room, but that was pretty much it.  After Mr. Williams showed them to their room, Abel and Tommy immediately fell asleep.

Tommy and Abel awoke simultaneously to the sound of a roosters’ crow.  Both had slept a great deal and found that they had slept through breakfast.  Their stomachs growled furiously, so the two went downstairs and found Mr. Williams munching on a gigantic sandwich.  As he was about to take another enormous bite, Mr. Williams spotted the two and motioned them to come inside.

Two sandwiches sat neatly on the kitchen table.  With a quick thanks, the two ate savagely and quickly devoured their sandwiches.  Minutes after, the two were on their way to “deliver the package”, borrowing two powerful mustangs from Mr. Williams.  Just before leaving, Abel and Tommy made sure to give Mr. Williams the Katanas to maintain their cover as traders.  By night fall, the world would be changed forever.