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Chapter 8
An Oompa Loompa and Rum
Jack shied away from the little man in front of him. He crinkled up his nose and drew up his brow and turned to Charlie, "What is that?"
"He is an Oompa Loompa, they are the workers in the factory." "Where do they come from?" "Loompaland." "I have been all over the world boy, and I have never heard of said place."
Charlie remembered how Mr Wonka responded to Mr Teavee when he said there was no Loompaland. He thought that might not be the best response for Captain Sparrow.
"It is a remote place. Very small according to Mr Wonka." He looked down, Charlie Bucket was a bad liar. Jack knew the boy was not telling the truth, he was very observant, but he decided not to care at that moment.
"Loompaland?" Charlie slowly nodded as Jack addressed the small man in front of him. "Hello, mate." The Oompa Loompa cocked his head in both directions and looked at Charlie.
Charlie signed something to the man and he nodded and walked off. It was then Captain Sparrow decided to care.
"You shouldn't do something your bad at lad, lying doesn't suit you." Charlie looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry. Truth be told, I don't know where Loompaland is either."
"Aye, should we go to town then?" Jack got the wild gleam in his eyes he had when he was headed for Tortuga. My how he loved that place. Women and rum. This wild gleam in his violet eyes frightened Charlie, he wondered what he was in for.
"What exactly did you need?" He knew that was much too excited a look for simply clothes. "Do you always question your elders boy?" Charlie hardly ever questioned his elders. But this man reminded him of a child.
"No." "Good. Lets go." Jack held his hands in front of him to find the elevator. He did so and felt for the button Charlie pushed. He found it and pushed it in. The doors opened, allowing them entrance.
Jack stepped in the elevator and waited for Charlie to follow. "Coming lad?" Charlie hesitantly walked in. "What's your name boy?" "Charlie Bucket." "Short for Charles?" Charlie did not know if that was his full name or not. "I don't know."
"You don't know what your name is?" "Charlie." "Your full name." "Charlie Bucket." Captain Sparrow rolled his eyes, exasperated by this young boy. "All right lad, get us out of here."
Charlie pressed the 'up and out' button. The elevator made a wonderfully loud noise and went up and up, picking up speed as it went. Charlie looked at Jack and noticed he was rather green.
"Are you well?" "I am used to going side to side, not up and down, savvy?" Charlie simply nodded. Once they had gone through the old hole and were hoovering above the factory, Charlie asked a very important question.
"Where did you want to go, Captain?" Jack looked all around him, and could not see a tavern anywhere. "Wherever people go to," He paused and looked at the boy next to him, "Have fun."
"Not a clothing store?" Jack looked at himself, "You make a good point lad, we'll go get some clothes, and then you'll show me where people... have fun." Jack's idea of fun was a far cry from young Charlie's. But as always, he had a plan.
Charlie did not think this whole town thing was the best idea. Due to the lack of discretion of four unnamed children and their respective parents, the entire world knew what Mr Willy Wonka looked like.
Charlie gave one last look to his old friend, who simply stared at him with agitated eyes. "What's wrong boy?" "Nothing." Charlie shrugged and started to guide the elevator towards Bart's clothes shop.