Down into the unforgiving sea below. With no other option other than death we made the plunge to try and live, live even if it meant risking death. Though I suppose we’re dead either way our whole town thought we were witches and wanted to hang us in the town square.

And all of this because of a simple misunderstanding of the word rosemary, I guess people here havnt ever heard of spices or hair care. It explains a lot of there tasteless food and split ends, but again me and my sister were not from this time. We were time travelers from 2067.