Prelude

by krystal lazuli

Jack is the only one awake one evening and suddenly things seem a bit wrong. Like the title states, this is a prelude to a longer tale I'll be posting up later.

"That can't be right!"

Jack stared up at the night sky. The stars were clearly not where they were supposed to be. He focused on the bottle of rum clutched in his fist. Peering into it, he discovered it was empty.

"Why is the rum always gone?" His words echoed in his ears, as there was no one still awake to hear them.

Thinking to go track down a fresh bottle, he glanced once more towards the heavens.

"That can't be right," He was adamant now.

"Bloody stars are all wrong," Then he remembered the empty rum bottle, staring at it then once more towards the sky. Something was wrong, but what?