Reaching the shore again, Leda was still in a daze. She kept looking over her shoulder, expecting the British ships to return, or to see a dingy following them. But somehow they had managed to escape from Drake’s ship.

Of course she was plagued by a deepening confusion over the entire event. She knew that man couldn’t be the real Francis Drake, but she couldn’t deny how sincere he had sounded as he claimed he was. But then, why should the year or his age matter? Was it any more unlikely that he was Sir Francis Drake, than she had time travelled back to Edo Japan.

The dominoes in her mind clicked. Monsters weren’t real. Shape-shifting cats weren’t real. Time trave...

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