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Chapter 7

Tortuga and old friends

Willy stepped into the sun to find either that old dirty man, or that young, weird woman. He automatically shut his eyes, but when he reopened them, he found that he could stand the natural brightness. Then he remembered he wasn't him anymore.

That thought made him sad, but reminded him of his purpose. He cautiously walked a few steps and looked towards the town. Willy shrunk back from the sight, wondering if this was indeed a good idea.

The town was anything but inviting. Nothing like his chocolate room at the factory. Men were running around everywhere drinking and chasing women. And it wasn't even nighttime. "This situation is really beginning to bum me out."

He took yet another deep breath and started to walk towards the dock. He was stopped short by an old man with a parrot on his shoulder.

Willy was not used to animals of any sort, and to him this parrot was really creepy. He sort of gasped, then quickly gathered himself together.

"Good morning, do you know where I could get a really tall hat, and gloves?" The old man, whom we know as Mr Cotton, just stared at him.

Mr Wonka was not accustomed to this type of rudeness, then he thought the man might be deaf, so he signed his request in Oompa Loompa language. Mr Cotton just continued to stare.

The parrot, however, thought this an opportune time to put his two cents in. "Wind in the sails." Willy jumped back and then laughed nervously, "What a weird bird." He was secretly entertaining ideas of making candy out of it.

Mr Wonka realized he was getting nowhere with this man, so he pardoned himself and continued to walk towards the docks. This time there were no interruptions.

Willy soon found himself among the residents of Tortuga. He was far from pleased. He looked nervously around in hopes of finding one of his two acquaintances. When he could not see either, he thought it would be best to wait for them on the ship.

Just as he turned around, someone grabbed his shoulder. A million thoughts raced through his mind, the most prominent one being, 'This person better have been introduced to a bath.'

He turned around to face his captor, "Yeah?" It was a young, pretty girl, who looked nothing like the other women running around here. "Captain Jack Sparrow?" Willy had no idea.

"Ah, yeah?" "What are you wearing?" "Clothes." "And you're so clean." Willy was at a loss for words, she was still touching him, and he was only on step three of the twelve step program for Touchaphobia.

"Let me go, kay?" The young woman slowly released him and watched as he straightened his sleeve. He took a step back and looked at her, she was fairly clean. For that he was exceedingly thankful.

"Can I help you?" She just continued to stare at him confused, "Will and I came down here to see you, we need your help." "Okey dokey." Willy had no idea who she was, but he decided he rather be in the company of this clean woman and her friend than anyone else on this god forsaken spit of land.