Reviews: Lykosdracos: Yes, I'd say he was. I agree, because then there would be no Jack to torture. Yeah. I never thought of that before…hmm…the possibilities…Thank you. Actually, except for Jack's signature, there was nothing on that piece of parchment. You'll see what it means.
pIPPINpIRATE: No. Read chapter three to see his other wishes.
Chapter Four: A New Place
"I'm free, and luck you will be in my world," said Sundara.
"Actually, everyone you know and love will be," she added.
"But, I haven't had time to enjoy my last wish," protested Jack.
"So?" asked Sundara, snapping her fingers.
Pink and purple smoke appeared and it knocked Jack out.
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When Jack awoke, there was a loud buzzing in his ears.
Stupid alarm clock, he thought, groggily. Wait a minute, how'd I know what an alarm clock is? We didn't have electricity before. That's also a new word. Jack was very confused.
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After shutting off the alarm clock, Jack studied his surroundings: baby blue walls and ceiling, white door, closet door, dresser, desk, chair, and bookcase, navy blue curtains, and carpet. On his walls were posters of pirate and xxx-rated movies.
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Opening his closet, Jack put on a white t-shirt, a powder blue button down, khakis and his boots. (He still had his clothes from the 17th century) Passing the mirror above his dresser, he found that his hair was a lot shorter, he was clean shaven, and didn't have any kohl, beads, trinkets, or his bandana on. (Think Johnny Depp at the Oscars)
Jack felt his face and his hair in disbelief. This can't be happening, he thought.
"Jack, are you ready? The bus will be here in ten minutes," called the voice of Governor Swann.
"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute," said Jack, grabbing his black book bag, and running down the stairs.
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Anamaria was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a stack of pancakes. Her long dark hair was in a low ponytail, and she was wearing a pale yellow tank top, matching mini skirt, white ankle socks, and white tennis shoes with pale yellow stripes.
"Took you long enough," she scorned, taking a sip of her orange juice.
"I didn't ask for your two cents, Barbie," replied Jack. Wow, where'd that come from?
"Children, that's quite enough. Jack, sit down and find something to eat, you've got eight minutes before the bus comes. Anamaria, finish your pancakes," said Governor Swann, with short balding gray hair, a navy blue sweater-vest over a white button down, black tie, tan slacks and brown loafers.
"Where's mom?" asked Jack, picking an apple off the fruit bowl in the middle of the table.
"Her business trip started today, remember?" asked Governor Swann.
"Yea, thirteen seconds of brain failure," said Jack.
"Obviously," muttered Anamaria.
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A/N: Well, there's chapter four. Where's Sundara, and everyone else? Find out in chapter five, coming soon.
Mdel: I told you it was going to get twisted.
Chica: Shut up, Mädel. Okay, go on, review!