From Mr. Tiglet’s Timelog Journal-
I found myself spinning through a coloured vortex, and then, darkness. I had materialised inside a box. I felt the floor move beneath me from side to side. I was on a ship or boat.
I explored, elated that it had worked, I had actually travelled through Time and Space! I was in crew quarters, though thankfully all the beds were empty.
I snuck into the Mess room, dodging crewmen gathering what scraps I could. I overheard them talking about the cargo they’d sold in the Americas- Slaves.
I was dumbstruck, my first trip through time and I’d landed smack bang in the slave trade. My Tigress, I was on eggshells. Human Barbarity has always puzzled me, but even though I’m a super-evolved Homo Felis, the things they would have done to me had I been caught, I shudder to think.
So I hid in storerooms, lower cargo hold, anywhere away from Human eyes.
venturing onto dry land, some kind of Docks.
I saw a poster and realised I was in Liverpool in the 1800’s, not quite the right time to go sightseeing.
I activated the Timewatch, hoping that the next place I arrived at would be much better.
To be continued…