REVAMP IN PROCESS. Just goin' back a fixin stuff...you know the usuall. If, you're new to the story, give us a little review?
We own not the miraculous works of my hero, C.S. Lewis.
Max and Jack were having an unusually adventurous day. Max actually brought a lunch to school. Jack choose not to study for a quiz and got a 70. And they both ate cherry pie during Mrs. McNeil's Algebra 2 class. Just before World Religion class, Max sauntered past the pink swinging door of the girls privy that was, consequentially attached to the white walls. As she passed the mirror, her life guarding skills kicked in and she used her peripheral vison, and saw in the mirror, a large body of some stormy looking water and a big boat, as if someone painted a wind-blown lake over the mirror, which is what she thought it was, until her eyes adjusted and saw that the waves were moving. In a fright, she forgot to pee and hurried back to class. In a moment, she was in her desk and 'psting' to Jack, who had a desk on the other side of Louie.
"Jaaaack! Psssssst!"
Louie glanced questioningly at Max, who was searching over the top of his tall head for Jack, who tore her nose out of her book and looked over to Max, who was hidden behind Louie, who realized he was not needed, but decided to listen in anyway.
"Jaaaack!" Max tried again and saw Jack's head peek cautiously around the front of Louie. "You have to go to the bathroom!" Here Louie sat up and looked around, trying to appear inconspicuous.
"Here! Now?" said Jack in a bit more than a whisper.
"Quiet Louie!" Mrs. Forsman scolded and continued passing out corrected quizzes.
"Yes here. Yes now." commanded Max. Of course, here and now meant whenever Mrs. Forsman allowed. So the moments ticked by and Mrs. Forsman split them up in small groups. As luck would have it, Max and Jack were in the same group with Carlie. Max drug Jack into the shiny pink bathroom.
"But, I don't have to toilet!" whined Jack half-heartedly.
"No, Jack, look!" said Max, and pointed to the mirror. But all they saw were themselves, the pink wall and the trash can behind them. "Wait. No! It was here, now it's gone, and now you will never believe me cause it's gone!" cried Max.
"Eh? What's gone, and who took it?" inquired the bewildered Jack.
"I don't know who took it!" exclaimed Max.
"Took what?"
"The boat." Max sighed and pointed at the mirror, as if Jack was supposed to be catching on.
"What kind of boat?"
"I don't know! A nice one!"
"In the toilet?"
"No! In the mirror!" explained Max, exasperated, only to be given a lost look. In complete obfuscation Max groaned, "I'm gonna go pee."
"Okay." said Jack in deep thought as she studied the mirror. It was like any other mirror you would find in the bathroom: hanging on the wall, rectangular, reflective. Nothing special. But as Jack looked harder, she noticed she couldn't see herself in the reflection.
Then, all of a sudden, without any noise, as if in a dream, the walls behind her imploded, and Jack watched in the mirror as dark water poured into the bathroom at an alarming rate. She spun around, expecting to be swept away by rushing torrents, but found only the familiar pink wall and the grey trash can. She spun back towards the mirror and found herself gasping at a wind swept ocean. A salty cold breeze blew into the bathroom, and Jack shivered.
"Maaaaaax?"
"Maaax." she said louder, "your ocean in the mirror is back!"
"Ha. Ha." was all that came from the stall.
"It's true!" Jack said as she leaned through and looked down at the waves and the boat. "Max. That's a ship, not a boat. And–" But that is all she got out, for at that moment, a strong breeze came up from behind her and pushed her. She lost her balance and landed with a splash. No sooner had she come up spluttering, when she heard a shrill whistle that reminded her vaguely of the sound she heard at the pool before being told not to run.
Then she heard a call, "I'll save you!" A large, flailing object just about landed on her head. Max's face broke the surface and she began coughing.
"What are you trying to do, kill me?" cried Jack dramatically.
"I was saving you." replied Max.
"By jumping in the water, so we could both just tread water till we tire, or our legs cramp and we drown, thus cease living?" Jack's voice got louder and higher while saying this.
"Well, I..." max stuttered as she began to see the genus of her plan.
"Gah!" growled Jack. Max gave her a 'Mr. Grumpy Pants" look.
"What do you think we should do?" Max asked.
"You're the Lifeguard! How should I know?"
"Oh, well, for some reason, I don't remember learning how to deal with the 'oh-darn-two-people-are-stranded-in-the-middle-of-the-ocean-that-was-in-a-mirror-in-the-girl's-bathroom' scenario. Huh. That's strange. I know! We should play Marco Polo!" Max suggested.
"No. It's too cold."
"Aw, come on!" Max urged.
"No." Jack shivered.
"Fine." sigh, "You're right, it's pretty chilly." Max said as her teeth began to chatter. As far as they could see, there was water, as you probably expected. It seemed to be a blustery day, so the waves, once in a while, crested.
"Oh, how I wish for my surf board." lamented Max.
"I'd rather have that ship we saw in the mirror." Jack said.
Jack, forever the lucky one of the pair, started to hear voices. Now usually, hearing voices is not a good thing, and can have you locked up in an asylum, but this time, it was, indeed, lucky. It was fortunate because of the location from where the voices where coming. As soon as Jack wished for the strange looking ship, in the mirror, something hit her sharply in the head.
"OW!" She spun around as fast as the water would let her, and screamed hard. Jack had good reason to scream; there was a huge-normous wall of wood, suddenly, two feet behind them that stretched up farther than most people care to crane their necks. What had hit Jack in the head, was a particularly hard coil of thick rope. She screamed non-stop and hard for fifteen seconds before she passed out completely.
Max had nothing to say except, "Oh. My boat." Max often wondered, and never found out if Jack woke up, or said it while she was unconscious, but Jack did say, "ship." Max, did however, know enough to tie the rope around her poor swooned friend, so that the blokes on board could haul her up.
They did, without any regard of her hitting the great wooden wall. When she went over the side, and out of view, the rope came back down and splashed in front of her. But this time, they did not drag her up. They made her climb. I hope you have never seen Max try to climb a rope because if you have, you would know that it is possible to die laughing while watching her. In the end, the men had to pull her up as well. She landed with a hard thump on deck. She looked up and saw a tall young man.
"Who are you?" she asked in a ruder tone than she meant.
"Caspian the Tenth, King of Narnia." the boy replied, "and this is my ship."
"Oh? Should I give you a prize or something?"
"Well, uh..." the king stuttered.
"Yo mamma!" yelled Max.
"Who?" Caspian began to look agitated.
"In the face with a safety pin!" finished Max, triumphantly. Caspian had been insulted enough to know that Max's tone was indeed, an insult. Who would dare insult the King of Narnia, he marveled indignantly. He drew his shiny sword and pointed it at the neck of the peculiarly- dressed, prattling girl.
"What do you call yourself, infidel?" He spoke, now, menacingly. Max did not react to the sword, instead, she grinned and bowed.
"The Lord of the Rings." she announced proudly. But then, "HA!" she spastically yelled and pointed toward the sky, making most of the crew and Caspian start in a fright. "NOT SO I LIE!"
Caspian could think of no possible answer to this statement so he lowered his shiny sword and ogled. The crew followed suit. Finally, Caspian espied and remembered the other bizarrely- dressed and unconscious girl. "You there," here he pointed at a random crewman, "take her to my cabin." And here he pointed to Jack.
"And what of the other, milord?" asked an important looking chap in blue.
"Bring her along." command the young King.
"You'll never catch me! Never give up! Never surrender!" squalled Max as she began running off. The unfortunate thing about being on a boat is that there aren't many places to run. Max turned to see a flock of sailors after her, and redoubled her efforts, still looking back. Shortly after, something solid slammed into her, strait on and everything went black.