Miguel rested the newly bound book in his lap. The strong salty air smacked at his lips and the waves crashed against the sides of his merchant boat. He idly remembered having found the manuscript when he was sending his newly purchased merchandise to be repaired. The thick manuscript so enthralled him, he decided to keep it for himself and he had the manuscript bound with expensive leather. Looking down in his lap at the book, he truly appreciated that he had decided to keep it.
He sat in his chair on deck as the ship hands scurried around keeping the ship clean as the ocean spewed debris and salt on the sides. With his all his products stored safely below deck, he was content to enjoy the open air among the ship's crew.
"Sir! We're nearing Buenos Aires. We should be there in the next few hours," the captain yelled to Miguel.
"Excellent," he replied.
He couldn't wait to sell all his products to the soldiers stationed in Buenos Aires. The war had been a huge boon to his oversea business. He glumly decided to read from his book as he awaited for the ship to arrive in port. He opened the book to where an old bookmark had marked the place of the previous reader. He fascinated by the pictures and decided to start right from there.
"... The rise of the Portuguese state on the Iberian peninsula angered the Spanish monarchs. They wanted to control the all of Iberia, so they began raising troops from the countryside for a future invasion.
Roman ships continued to ply the straits of Gibraltar. The resurgent Byzantine navy arrested the attention of the Spanish King and he sent envoys to Constantinople to buy maps of the Byzantine Empire. Setting the maps before him, he surveyed the growing power of the Byzantine state.
He could see that the Byzantines had expanded further into the Balkans while holding their own against the Arabs. He decided that the Spanish kingdom must build a stronger navy if he is ever to combat the Byzantines in Italy.
Hoping to become the leading Christian kingdom of Europe, the Spiral Minaret was completed in Madrid in 1220.
In 1290, a Spanish explorer crossed the Atlantic ocean and discovered a new world. Word spread to Spain where small bands of men bought weapons and arrived on the shores of Mexico, ready for plunder, slaves, and riches.
Spanish merchants also made contact with Persia, and the King spent a large portion of the royal treasury to pay for a well documented world map. He was astounded to discover that another Indigenous culture was in the process of being conquered by the Romans!
The Spanish King also discovered that the Byzantine Empire was facing a large Turkish state that had wrested control of Anatolia from them.
Plague began to spread from Rome to the rest of Europe, greatly destabilizing their empire. But, in 1330, new arrive from Mexico that a man named Cortés had razed a city called Tampico."
Great news arrived in 1370 when Cortés reported that..."
"...Watch out!!!!"
Miguel looked up from his reading to see a low flying plane racing toward their boat, shooting large holes into the hull. Miguel was too shocked to move or respond. The captain was not so disabled.
"Get the life-vests! Prepare the life boats!" he shouted at his bewildered crew. The ship was rocked by a violent blast caused by the plane, and the crew couldn't move quickly enough to follow the Captain's commands.
Finally coming to his senses, Miguel's first instinct was to hide below deck with the rest of his merchandise. He ran to the door that led below, but he was thrown off the boat as it shattered against the weight of a missile. The searing cold of the water threw Miguel into a panic as he tried to keep afloat against the churning ocean water. Spotting the book floating a few feet away from him, he rushed toward it and did his best to hold it above the water. He wasn't sure why he cared, but he knew he needed to keep the book safe.
The screams of the other men was a cacophonous chorus in the night air that bellowed from the water. Scarred steel from the ship had ripped many of the men to pieces from the explosion while other clung desperately to pieces of wood and the bobbing life vests floating there. Miguel searched around and there in the distance was a mountain of steel, a destroyer of some kind, floating next to an aircraft carrier with planes taking off and landing. He could see the name Tijdverdrijf labeled in bold black letters across the destroyer's hull.
From the distance came a series of sirens as a battleship appeared on the scene, with the name San Martin labeled across it side, followed by multiple small transport ships. The battleship began displaying its terrifying power by quickly destroying the destroyer and then attacking the aircraft carrier. The transport ships arrived on the scene and began collecting the survivors of Miguel's ship. Still holding on desperately to his book he was pulled onto a boat and was given a blanket by a Spanish soldier.
Huddled into the corner of the transport boat, Miguel clutched onto the book. He realized that this was the only possession he still had to his name, now that his entire livelihood was destroyed in collapse of his ship and his products. He was going to have to sell the book when he got to shore for some money to make a return trip back to Spain...
The ocean air rushed against his face as he shivered in the night air. The boat raced back to the glowing city appearing on the horizon. He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to sell the book but he knew he had to. It was a damn shame, he thought. He wanted to read the next chapter about the start of the Spanish Empire...