Impossible Journey, A Tale of Times and Truth

"Jerusalem: 33 A.D.?"
"That’s what it says."
"Ah!” sighs Walt, remembering. "The time of the prophet, Jesus."
"I thought we were through with hearing that name."
"I guess not. Maybe it's fate or something. Anyway, it’ll give us a chance to sharpen up our Hebrew."
"That’s right," observes Kerry, “they still do speak that language in this time, don’t they?"
“As well as Aramaic and Greek.”
"We won’t have to worry about looking out of place. We can just cover ourselves with the bed-sheets and towels and we’ll fit right in."
"You mean you plan to spend time looking around here too?"
"Well, we do have to get the water and alcohol don’t we?"
"The alcohol, maybe. I almost forgot about that. But by the sound of those falls, we won’t have to worry about the water,” observes Daniel referring to the faint sound of falling water in the distance.
"You’ve sure got good ears."
"Anyway, before we do anything let’s check the damage, shall we?" insists Daniel.
They find the damage to be quite extensive. Many tiles need to be replaced and the directional mechanism needs to be adjusted. Daniel volunteers. "Well, why don’t you two go have a look around and try to find some spirits. I’ll stay here and do what I can to fix the ship."
Walt and Kerry walk boldly out of the clump of trees and onto the road, clad in sheets, with towels around their heads. "I feel a little silly in this get-up. Do you really think we’ll fit in?"
"Well, it’s not perfect, but close enough. Nobody'll notice any difference, which they sure would if we’d kept those modern clothes on."