A/N Don't you just love 2 AM One-Shots? *Sarcasm*
Yeah, this was written not through a clear mind. It was inspired by something one of my friends said. Review if you'd like.
I'm sure you can figure out when this takes place. After they crash on the island, but before the choir finds Ralph.
Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
Jack Merridew had gathered up his choir. They had just crashed onto an island, but none of his boys seemed to be injured. Being the leader, he decided they should try to look for life on the island.
He was about to announce this to his followers, but was interrupted by a loud, trumpet-like sound. A sincere smile spread across his face. A trumpet, a blow-horn, whatever the noise was, it meant there was some sort of adult here, and they would soon be going home.
The horn blew once again, and Jack listened to the direction of the noise. He finally decided it was coming from his right side.
"Choir!" He shouted, "This way!" He started marching in the right direction, going through the forest.
"Umm, Merridew?" A voice came from behind him, "Do you know where we're going?"
Jack turned around, to give Maurice, the speaker, a dirty look. He continued to walk backwards, trusting his instincts to keep him safe.
"Of course I do, you-" Jack didn't get the chance to finish his insult before he was on the ground. His heel had gotten caught in an exposed tree root, throwing him backwards in result.
"Merridew?" Robert asked timidly after a moment of silence, "Did you just fall?" He pointed out the obvious.
Jack responded in a superior voice, "Jack Merridew does not fall. He merely befriends the ground."
