Perhaps this was all just a very bad idea

Charlie was thinking of the hours before he got into this rowboat with Ichabod and Edward. He was so mad at Willy right now for becoming a pirate. Now more than ever.

Once he was sure that his former mentor was far enough away from him, he came out from hiding behind a barrel and spoke to Ichabod and Edward of his plan to leave the ship.

"Well I'm glad that my wish to get away from this guy came true!" Ichabod told him.

"It's not just that, Charlie began, Willy found out Jack is not dead"

"That fast? Well score one for the drunk pirate then!" the detective said with a laugh. However, Charlie gave him a stone cold glance.

"It's not funny! Willy is going to keep this secret tucked away from Mort for as long as he can! If he finds out, he will hunt down Jack and kill him. Mark my words."

It took a bit of convincing(ok a lot of convincing) to persuade Ichabod to come with him to find Jack. Edward proved to be alot easier to deal with. Lucky for Charlie that the scissor handed man didn't know the real nature of this quest so getting him on board the boat, was even simpler than asking him to come with them.

It was a few hours into their trek across the still waters of the ocean. Nothing interesting had happened. Which was a good thing because they weren't really prepared for any real danger.

"Where is Mr. Sparrow exactly Charlie?" Ichabod asked.

"He could be anywhere!"

"So we may very well be searching the world for this guy?"

Charlie nodded.

"I love trips!" Edward suddenly said, beaming. Ichabod responded by putting his face in his hands.

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"Charlie?"

"You know I have been thinking: Maybe we should try to get home! You were right! Being a pirate isn't all it's cracked up to..."

Wonka swallowed hard. Right in the spot where Charlie slept was emptiness. No hammock, no chest filled with items...nothing.

Charlie Bucket, tell me you haven't done what I think you have done.

Willy ran back upstairs to the deck where he found the rope that held the only lifeboat cut and the boat gone. The man inhaled some cold night air to calm himself down, before sinking to his knees.

Why was I so stupid to become a pirate? Your stupid Willy! Stupid! You lost your friend!

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Charlie and Ichabod had taken turns sleeping and rowing the boat during the night. It was Charlie's turn right now. The night was beautiful. Thousands of stars dotted the black sky. Charlie was transfixed by how wonderful it all looked. He wanted to wake his two friends to show them, but he decided against it, because he knew they were both very tired.

"Are you looking up at the same sky I am Mr. Wonka?" Charlie asked the sky.

And the stars glowed more bright, in there way of saying yes. If only the boy could understand starspeak.

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The next morning Mr. Wonka had his game face on. You would think it odd to see him so peachy after seeing his bout of tears he endured for many hours last night.

"Mort, I think I found us a real heading this time!"

Mr. Wonka went up to the wheel.

I will find you Charlie!

"What's gotten into you?" Mort asked. "You haven't acted to this mental since..." Mort stopped to drum his fingers on the wheel.

"Ever"

"And there's more madness coming soon" Mr. Wonka said with his once well known girly laugh.

"Finally!" Mort said with a huge smile.

I'm now adding lyrics to my chapters. Some of them anyway to fit with how the story is going right now. Here is "Bring me to Life"

all this time I can't believe I couldn't see

kept in the dark but you were there in front of me

I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems

got to open my eyes to everything

without a thought without a voice without a soul

don't let me die here

there must be something more

bring me to life