Telescope: From The Chronicles of Trevelion Jamerton Cornelius Augustus Adams III

"Avast there, Timothy!" The light of the distant shores refracted within the the length of my body; passing through the lens of my eyepiece, pressed against the inventor's face. "We are almost there!"

"I don't know why I even agreed to come along on this trip." His assistant leans over the ship's railing as it continues to rock and roll over the roiling motion of tumultuous currents. "My motion sickness does not mix well with this kind of environ-" Timothy gasped before hurling his lunch into the ocean depths.

"Stand strong, matey! Blackbeard's treasure is just within our reach." The inventor lowers me to his side and points beyond the stern of the wooden vessel. His hand curled around my cylindrical frame, I could feel the spirit of adventure coursing through the blood vessels in the inventor's grip. "Once we get past the kraken, and avoid the sirens' call of the deep, we will finally have the necessary funds to start our next round of expirements!"

"Why not apply for a grant from the university, like any other normal scientist? I mean...Wait a minute? A kraken?!" His assistant's face drained of all color. "You didn't mention anything about fighting legendary sea creatures!"

"I thought that went without saying." The inventor tosses me over to Timothy, after retracting the length of my body down to a manageable size. "But worry not, my dear boy. It will be a cold day in hell before we are claimed by the cold confines of Davey Jones' locker! Now, man the main sails while I take the helm!"

Timothy tucks me away inside the leather wrappings of the case strapped around his waist, the confines of which shields me from the gale force winds and rain battering the deck of the ship. Only a brief moment passes by, though, before a sudden jolt from outside the pouch loosens the clip that was securing its flap, and I found myself flying wildly into the elements. Soaring through the air until I fell to the ground with a clatter. Perched precariously near the edge of the deck, and about to tip into the choppy waters below me - waves stretching up with famished crests - I felt the inventor's assistant hands quickly grasp and snatch my titanium framed body. Saving it from falling into the greedy tendrils of the briny depths below us.