Unfortunately the start to the journey to his new place of temporary residence wasn’t as thrilling as he assumed it would be. Cade’s first initial thought to seeing a metal carriage with no horse attached to it was immediate distrust. He insisted on walking which due to his limping condition, was not something he was going to get the privilege of doing as of now. Let alone great distance in a place he knew nothing about. Leading Juniper and a couple of underpaid nurses to lure the great pirate captain into the metal contraption with promises of food and a nice warm bath. Two things he cant say he has gotten in a while.

“This is degrading. Sally hauled around inside a metal carriage to my doom.” Cade audibly complained while favoring his uninjured side. 

The driver, Juniper who was completely over the idea of an egotistical man grumbling about what he could be doing, just sighs, “You’ll be fine. The doctor said you should rest. That means no walking.” 

“A little walk ain’t even a walk. More of ‘er shuffle. That ain’t bad.” He states but made a nervous habit of holding onto the seat belt with his other hand whenever he felt the slightest jerk of the car. Yet Juniper, mentally regretting the decision to help him already, decided not to entertain the comments.

When they had gotten to a small house. Amber had long gone her own separate way, having to tend to her own college class back at their shared university, which left Juniper to have to help the still kinda weak but very mouthy Cade into a small house herself. It was a decent house, one floor, only two bedrooms, but it would work for the time being and the circumstances. The decor screamed, broke college student, and held the life of one singular chaotic soul. Now holding two.

Cade, desperate to get out the death trap, immediately got out of the car. He, having unbuckled his seat belt before Juniper could even get over to his side of the door to let him out, had been half carried by Juniper over to the step of the porch. Juniper makes the first step up while attempting to help Cade up. But it doesn’t work as well as either of them hoped for it to. For starters, Cade’s foot catches on the step leading him to trip against Juniper for support and stumble causing Juniper to stumble. Both tumbled onto the front porch.

“Damnit, woman! You’re supposed to be helpin’ me. Not throwin’ me on the ground” Cade hisses holding his side.

“You could at least take some of your weight!” She retorts lightly pushing him off her, but careful enough so she hopes she hasn’t hurt him.

Which seemed to irk Cade just a bit, “You tryin’ to call me hefty?!”

“Well I’m not calling you a feather!” Juniper manages to help them both get into the house ot at least to the door step where Cade stumbles again, but Juniper happens to catch a better hold on him the second time again.

 “Ack.” Juniper grunts before hearing Cade groan softly which he tries to hide under his breath but it doesn’t work too much since his pain was still a little on the high side. Juniper catches it though and immediately checks on him, “Are you ok? Should we go back to the hospital? No broken stitches, right?”

  Cade just slightly shook his head, not suddenly feeling a little less fiery after a sharp pain from his healing stitches, “I’m fine… are… you sure about this? This working, I mean. Because I don’t want to be dropped on my head my whole time here.”

She grunts softly and helps pick him back upright in a better hold in her arms. Clearly she was struggling which she’d not want to admit aloud again, but Cade was trying to help her with as little as he could possibly give, using the brick wall to help pick himself up. 

 “I’m sure. I just… have to get used to this. And I need you to work with me here.”

 Her arm supported his waist to help him up the small step on the doorstep without tripping this time. When they got inside, like everything else today, there were things he didn’t recognize everywhere. A lot of boxes in the current room they were in, as if someone still hadn’t finished unpacking. And lots of boxes that had odd features that a pirate like Cade had ever seen. One of them kept making weird humming noises and he tenses up a little when he hears noises tumble inside it. A colder reminder of the sound of hail hitting the wooden planks of the ship he more than misses. In the other room Juniper had helped him inside, a glowing box in another room that spoke on its own accord. It was similar to the ones he saw where he woke up. All of these boxes were complicated. More complicated than he assumed for boxes with weird symbols on them. It makes him mourn the simplistic life he knew on the sea.

 “... Ain’t that witchcraft too?” He asked, as Juniper helped him to sit down.

 “Is what witchcraft?”

 He points to the glowing box that sat on the wall, idly playing a movie she had been watching earlier but looped over after she never put on something new, “Yer box with the magic paintin’s.”

 Juniper looks over before her brows furrow in confusion, “The TV? You don’t… know what a TV is?” She asks before furrowing her brows and feeling his forehead, “Holy hell, how bad did I hit you?” 

 She pauses before attempting to take a deep breath keeping herself from freaking out then mutters to herself, “Hold up, June. The doctor said there might be amnesia…” 

 Cade just stares at her, grey eyes only concerned by the woman talking to herself. He had no idea if this was common for a woman like this one in front of him, but if it was it was concerning. Maybe he should be careful. It sounded like she might be reciting rituals. That’s witchcraft behavior if he didn’t know better.

 “Amnesia?” He couldn’t help but ask, “The hell is that?”

The woman considers her words for a small second before stating in more smaller patient terms, “Doctor said the impact might have left some small brain damage to trigger losing your memory.”

 “I can use my head fine, witch. I ain’t got no ‘amersia’.” He bitterly retorts back.

 That makes Juniper raise a brow mildly feeling disrespected but choosing not to make things worse, “Now hold on, let’s get this straight. My name is Juniper. Not ‘witch.’ We’re not going to act disrespectful. You asked me a question and I answered it.”

Cade crosses his arms. Just who did this woman think she was to be talking to him, one of the most infamous captains of the Stayerd like that? The disrespect to the sheer work put into his captain career “As if you didn’t kidnap me.” 

 “Kidnap- wait what?! You agreed to come with me. Thats not kidnapping.”

 “I didn’t know you’d be devil worshiping! Is that common practice here?!” He asks, gesturing wildly to the glowing box and all the other electronic devices in the room. A room full of devices far out the norm. Though he’d be lying if he said the spinning blades above him didn’t interest him the same way the other objects did.

 “Where the hell is that coming from? And that’s a ceiling fan. Not some kidnapping tool.” She states pointing to the ceiling fan he was gesturing to in his moment of accusation.

 He huffs and turns his head away almost stubbornly not wanting to be caught wrong by a woman who mumbles to himself, “It spins by itself. Clear magic practice. And you speak too much for a woman. Another witchcraft sign!” 

 “WOOOAH back up! Cause this isn’t the sixteen hundred. I can talk as much as my heart desires.”

 “It’s… not?” He asked his voice, which was pointing accusations, suddenly softened into an almost panicked tone that sounded unusual to his own ears, “witch, what year is it?”

 She, noticing the growing distress in the pirate captain, looks confused and decides to let the comment slide only this once, “Twenty-twenty-five. Why?”

“Twenty…” he trails off getting a good look at his surroundings in this woman’s house.

This was worse than he figured. This woman had to be working with the princess. There is no way he could be over six hundred years into a future he’s not supposed to see. A future that he was never supposed to be a part of. A future with no way for him to go back to save his friends and crew mates.