[Alternative time travel + if line creation of stories of various themes]
"On the sea of time, regrets always anchor tragedy." The captain stood on the deck of the ship that was gradually sinking with the red sun, looking at the empty shore.
However, just as he was about to jump off, the rising horizontal line suddenly dropped amidst the roar of the boiler, until it formed an arc and encompassed half of the blue world.
"The time has not yet come, Captain."
The adjutant climbed out of the hatch with a team of sweating sailors. Behind them, the slots originally vacated for rowing were filled with twisted iron lumps, spraying blazing fireworks downwards.
"Which adjutant are you? I clearly only brought three adjutants, and they were all killed by thieves' guns..."
"Her Majesty the Queen requested last month that ships on long voyages must be equipped with four adjutants, and I am the one with the most." The fourth mate shook the wrench.
