12:00pm...

Four Miles outside Manehatten…

As we walked along my ships wooden deck, feeling the waves, push us back and forth slightly, me and Charlie began to let loose and talk to each other, on a personal level. Questions like, if we had a family, or where we lived. He said he had a wife named Susan, and they lived in New York, alone. I didn’t have a family, besides my mother and father, no wife, no children. The only thing I had that was mine was a house outside Philadelphia.

We kept on talking and walking for awhile about the future and the past, and before we knew it, we were back where we started, at the cross beam. We had spent a whole thirty minutes just talking about our social lives, and now we were behind schedule. To make things worse my men and his men were completely out of order. Some of his men were on my ship, and mine were on his. I had to meet the Princess at the harbor, it had slipped my mind!

I stopped walking and so did Charlie, he turned to me with a confused look on his face.

"Charlie, I’m not sure I mentioned this to you, but we aren’t alone on this world, there is whole another race of beings waiting for me at some harbor in that direction.” I said pointing my right hand at the distance, “But I forget where!” I panicked. My first interaction with other worldly beings and I fucked it up. “Is there anyway you can find out where we're headed?”

Charlie looked me with disbelief and laughed a small bit. " Wow, no shit, aliens, wow, just wow. First I meet you, then I find out I'm a mark in history, now aliens? This is really fucked up isn't it?" I shook my head, now realizing the lack of reality in this situation whole mess, I wasn't sure how any of this made sense, but, time must go one, I knew that for sure, I won't end here. At least I hoped.

"But, to answer your question..." Charlie seemed to look around for a moment, then he whipped his head to the tail of his ship. A smiled appeared on his face, then he turned around.

“Sure thing just give me a minute.”

12:45pm…

After a lot of re organizing, shouting, sweat and confusion, my men had left Charlie's ship and his men had left mine and, before I knew it we were ready to go everyone had rushed to their stations and re armed. But, before Charlie left to fix my problem, he handed me this small handheld radio, I wasn’t sure how it worked but he said, I’ll hear his voice and then hold the button to talk. After I agreed, I returned to the bridge and ordered my men back into positions. Now I wait here with this device in my hand. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before I heard his voice come over the device.

“John, this is Charlie, you copy me?” I Jumped a small but, rubbing my bandages against my wound sending a small shock, surprising me. I looked at the device, there was a button on the side and I pressed it in which made a beeping noise before I answered.

“Yes, I copy you," I said with uncertainty in my voice, "what are you doing about our problem?” I asked quickly. Ilet go of the button, which then the device made another beep.

“I’ve gathered my flight teams, and they are preparing the bird, shouldn’t take much longer.” Bird? What the hell is a bird? I mean, of course a bird, but like a plane, or what? I had no clue, what he meant, till I began to hear a low but noticeable noise.coming from the left of the cabin, I put a hand to my ear, it was coming from outside.

The sailors on the bridge, one by one, began turning their head toward the noise, some looked at each other, while other began to move towards the bulkhead to our left. I soon followed them. It became louder, and louder as we got closer. As we reached the threshold, I began to hear and feel the wind waving around. I felt it rocking in my stomach, and chest as if someone were pushing me over and over. I quickly escaped the cabin, only to grip the railing to my right and look out towards the tail of Charlie's ship. My mouth dropped in awe. As if flapping it’s wings to fly like a moth or a bird, a giant steel beast was being unchained from the back of his ship.

It was grey, and had four blades on the top of it, the nose looked like the cockpit of a plane, and the tail showed similarities as well. But it had no wings, yet as I watched in disbelief, it began to take off vertically, straight up into the air, with no issues. It gained more altitude, as a door on the center slid shut with the aid of a man inside. Suddenly, there was a shift in tone in the sound of blades, and the beast, turned mid air, pitched forward, and took off leaving the wind in our face and my hat off on the deck.

“Holy mother of god, what the hell is that?” I said out loud. I looked over at Charlie's bridge, and I saw him staring back, with a whole squad of sailors. He picked up his talkie, and I heard his voice clear as day say.

“That John, is the future of aviation, and the solution to our problem.” I quickly picked up the device almost desperately and pointed, to the now distant machine and called back over the talkie,

“Yes, but , what is it really?”

“That is a Sikorsky SH-60 Seahawk Helicopter.”

“Okay, what is a Hellacoptar?”

“A helicopter is a type of aircraft which lift and thrust are supplied by rotors. Those things on the top. This then allows the helicopter to take off and land vertically, hover, and fly forward, backward, and laterally.” I put the talkie down after that ramble and just turned and looked at the now speck in the distance. I tried to take in what he said, but I just couldn’t. Planes, I got that logic, this, this was something completely different.

“Explain it to me later, cause I still don’t get it, for now we follow it.” I called back on the device.

“Aye aye, I'm going to pull a U-turn, and join back up with you, you pull out first, we can catch up.”

“Copy that, see you at the docks.” I called back turning around to the cabin in a rush. No more talking for now, that time is over. Now it’s time for action.