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Chapter 4

The Mirror does not lie, Unfortunately

Jack ever so slowly lifted the mirror to his face. His eyes grew wide and he stuck his tongue out to make sure it was really him. When he finally realized the pale, hairless face was indeed his, he swallowed hard and handed the mirror back to Mrs Bucket.

"Thank ye love." He stood there for a second, than ran out the door with his hands waving wildly. Charlie looked at his parents, who shrugged, than he went to follow Jack.

"Captain Sparrow, wait!" Jack stopped on the little bridge of the chocolate room and turned around to face Charlie.

"Are you quite all right?" "No. I was in me ship, and everything was peachy, then everything went dark, and when I could see again, I was here. Savvy?"

Charlie was trying to figure out in his young head what exactly happened. "You were in a ship?" "On me ship. My ship. The Black Pearl. The fastest ship in the Caribbean." Jack never missed an opportunity to boast.

Since Charlie was a good boy, he tried to care about this man's ship, but all he really wanted was Mr Wonka back. "And then you were here?" "That's what I said boy." He noticed that whoever inhabited his friend's body used frequent hand gestures, which constantly caused him to squeak.

Jack was getting more and more nervous. Being here didn't bother him that much, but not looking like him, bothered him quite a lot. He was pale for crying out loud, and hairless. Except for that ridiculous haircut. He wondered what Gibbs would think, and smiled at the thought.

Jack had to do something about his appearance. "Do I have a room boy?" "Yes, you do." Jack waited for a second while Charlie just stood there. "Well, can you show me to the bloody thing?"

Charlie was not used to language of this sort coming from Mr Wonka, but then he remembered he wasn't Mr Wonka.

"Of course, follow me." Charlie walked a few paces and stopped. Jack continued walking, and walked straight into a very strong pane of glass. Charlie gave a worried look as Jack fell backwards onto the floor.

"I don't think I deserved that." He said as he attempted to get up. Which did not work very well, because he fell promptly on his dairy aire. "A little help boy?" Charlie helped him up and watched as Jack refocused his eyes. "What is that?"

"A glass elevator." "Oh." He narrowed his eyes, "A glass what?" "Elevator. It is a means of transportation." "Like a ship?" "In a way, I suppose." "How does it work?" "Well," Charlie pressed a button to open the door.

"You step into it," Charlie did so as Jack stayed where he was looking quite frightened. Charlie took his hand and pulled him into it. "And press a button and it takes you to where you want to go."

Charlie pressed the button to go to Willy's room and Jack made the horrible mistake of looking down. "Hold on Captain." Jack grabbed a strap above him and tightly closed his eyes.

"We are here." Charlie stepped out and escorted Jack into Willy's room. Jack looked around and opened his mouth in surprise.