The Phosphor Clock

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Julian Thorne was up to his elbows in steam and brass when the phosphor clock started counting down. He didn't notice at first—the engine room of the HMS Imperative was a loud place, a place where the hiss of escaping steam could drown out a man's thoughts. But then the clock beeped. A sound like a coin dropping on glass.

Julian looked up. The phosphor clock—a device that measured the stability of the temporal field—was flashing red. T-minus seven minutes. The field was collapsing. In seven minutes, the HMS Imperative would be crushed by the pressure of time itself.

Julian grabbed the intercom. 'Captain! The temporal field is collapsing! I need to bypass the primary circuit, but it'll take me ten minutes!'

'You've got four, Julian,' Captain Harrington's voice came back, tight with worry. 'The time pirates are closing in. If we don't jump before they board us, we're dead.'

Julian swore and dove under the main console. The primary chronon coil was cracked, leaking temporal radiation into the engine room. He could feel it—a prickling sensation on his skin, like static electricity but deeper, like it was getting into his bones.

He had to bypass the coil. Route power through the secondary circuit, the one that was never supposed to be used because it would burn out in seconds. But seconds were better than minutes. And right now, seconds were all he had.

Julian crawled through the narrow space beneath the console, pulling wires, connecting jumpers, ignoring the way his hands were starting to glow. Temporal radiation did that. Made you fluorescent. If he stayed down here much longer, he'd be a permanent human nightlight.

Three minutes. The clock beeped again. Julian cranked the bypass valve. The engine roared—a sound like the sky tearing open. The brass fittings began to glow. The secondary circuit was burning out, just as expected.

One minute. 'Captain! Jump on my mark! Three, two, one—mark!'

The engine room exploded with light. Julian was thrown backward, his head hit the brass railing, and everything went white.

When he woke up, the clock said zero. But the ship was whole. They had jumped. They were in 1888 London, just as planned. Julian groaned and sat up. His head hurt, his hands were covered in burns, but the ship was safe.

He was a long way from home. But he was the Chief Engineer of the HMS Imperative. And that meant he had work to do.

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