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Entry 95
Shortly after the end of the war, Range climbed aboard a small private merchant ship that was to take him to Ireland. Alina and the kids were waiting for him. Erin and Richard were now thirteen years old and they had never laid eyes on their father. They couldn’t wait to have their father with them.
Range was finished with the army and with time travel itself. He couldn’t wait to begin his new life with his family. He had a lot of catching up to do.
The world was truly at peace. But, Mother Nature it would seem was not in a friendly mood. As dark storm clouds formed above, the vessel “Mary Beth” the ship Range was on set sail from Kyoto, Japan.
A gale and heavy rain soon began to batter the ship. As the vessel sailed along the Taiwan Strait a warning shot up from one of the crew, “Maelstrom!” It was a whirlpool of biblical proportions.
“All hands on deck,” ordered the captain, as the bell began to sound.
Everyone including Range took up positions on deck. Many of crew believed their end was near as their ship was soon caught on the rim of the whirlpool.
Range yelled out “toss out the anchor…it might sling shot us away from the whirlpool!”
There was no one close to Range…no one could hear him. Range moved toward the anchor, where two men were standing nearby. With help of the two men Range was able to toss the anchor into the water.
It worked, the ship was soon cast free of the whirlpool. But, mishaps of all mishaps, in his attempts to save the crew Range was thrown from the boat into the whirlpool. Round and round Range went soon to disappear from view.
When word arrived of Range’s mishap, Alina could hardly believe it. She sadly stared out to sea.
But, what happened to Range? After being pulled down the funnel, Range hit the strait floor. He was then dragged ten feet along the sea floor away from the whirlpool’s eye, before his body was spit up into the air. He eventually landed back in the water far from the strait and was quickly carried even further away from the whirlpool.
The next morning a man named Oda stood over a still body along the shore of Izumo, Japan.
The man from the sea was not breathing, but suddenly he began choking from the sea water that was being forced from his lungs.
“You are safe,” Oda said to the stranger. “I pulled you from the sea. Do you remember anything?”
“I can’t even remember my name.”
“Your name is Rangemura, and you should be eternally grateful to me for my saving you.”
“I am grateful,” said Range, before pausing to make a point. He stared into Oda’s eyes for a moment to make sure he the had a right to say what he was thinking. Then, he knew he was right about Oda just by the look in the man’s eyes. “But, that only goes so far.”
The next day, Oda and his followers, twelve in all followed him moved toward Kyoto to have an audience with the Emporer Gokomatu Yamato. Rangemura also choose to go with them, along with Matsuo Basho.
The year is 1399.
Rangemura could not remember anything of his past, not even the reason why he was in the sea. If asked he couldn’t even describe himself to someone. But, he was a man of strong Japanese features…brown eyes and black hair. Yet, maybe there was something inside of him that couldn’t be disguised, or denied…his inner man…the man he truly was and still is to this very day.
Entry 95
Shortly after the end of the war, Range climbed aboard a small private merchant ship that was to take him to Ireland. Alina and the kids were waiting for him. Erin and Richard were now thirteen years old and they had never laid eyes on their father. They couldn’t wait to have their father with them.
Range was finished with the army and with time travel itself. He couldn’t wait to begin his new life with his family. He had a lot of catching up to do.
The world was truly at peace. But, Mother Nature it would seem was not in a friendly mood. As dark storm clouds formed above, the vessel “Mary Beth” the ship Range was on set sail from Kyoto, Japan.
A gale and heavy rain soon began to batter the ship. As the vessel sailed along the Taiwan Strait a warning shot up from one of the crew, “Maelstrom!” It was a whirlpool of biblical proportions.
“All hands on deck,” ordered the captain, as the bell began to sound.
Everyone including Range took up positions on deck. Many of crew believed their end was near as their ship was soon caught on the rim of the whirlpool.
Range yelled out “toss out the anchor…it might sling shot us away from the whirlpool!”
There was no one close to Range…no one could hear him. Range moved toward the anchor, where two men were standing nearby. With help of the two men Range was able to toss the anchor into the water.
It worked, the ship was soon cast free of the whirlpool. But, mishaps of all mishaps, in his attempts to save the crew Range was thrown from the boat into the whirlpool. Round and round Range went soon to disappear from view.
When word arrived of Range’s mishap, Alina could hardly believe it. She sadly stared out to sea.
But, what happened to Range? After being pulled down the funnel, Range hit the strait floor. He was then dragged ten feet along the sea floor away from the whirlpool’s eye, before his body was spit up into the air. He eventually landed back in the water far from the strait and was quickly carried even further away from the whirlpool.
The next morning a man named Oda stood over a still body along the shore of Izumo, Japan.
The man from the sea was not breathing, but suddenly he began choking from the sea water that was being forced from his lungs.
“You are safe,” Oda said to the stranger. “I pulled you from the sea. Do you remember anything?”
“I can’t even remember my name.”
“Your name is Rangemura, and you should be eternally grateful to me for my saving you.”
“I am grateful,” said Range, before pausing to make a point. He stared into Oda’s eyes for a moment to make sure he the had a right to say what he was thinking. Then, he knew he was right about Oda just by the look in the man’s eyes. “But, that only goes so far.”
The next day, Oda and his followers, twelve in all followed him moved toward Kyoto to have an audience with the Emporer Gokomatu Yamato. Rangemura also choose to go with them, along with Matsuo Basho.
The year is 1399.
Rangemura could not remember anything of his past, not even the reason why he was in the sea. If asked he couldn’t even describe himself to someone. But, he was a man of strong Japanese features…brown eyes and black hair. Yet, maybe there was something inside of him that couldn’t be disguised, or denied…his inner man…the man he truly was and still is to this very day.
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