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cowboy_newsie October 27 2009, 00:44:10 UTC
"I call it good luck," he retorted, smirking. "There's gotta be a reason I ended up there, righ'? Even if it weren't where I meant t'go."

He shrugged, glancing around. "This state's as far from New York as you can get," he replied, smiling, amused by the small geography lesson he was giving. "Plus I live in the city, I don't know nothin' bout no animals on islands." Jack paused a moment and then added hesitantly, "I think there's . . . sharks and stuff in the water, ya know? O', uh-- nah, never mind."

He was thinking of when Specs had read Treasure Island two or three years ago. He'd been so damn excited about it, and finally Jack'd asked-- both out of curiosity and a desire to get the boy to finally shut up-- what the big deal was. It'd prompted Specs to open the book and begin to wildly describe some of the things he'd read-- pirates and parrots and hidden treasure, all thanks to a map or something.

But this wasn't exactly the same place, even if it was an island, and so Jack doubted very much they'd find parrots or the like on here. Which was a pity, actually, because he thought he could due with a box of buried treasure.

His mind turned to the zoo he'd once visited and he added implusively, a little surer of himself, "Probably bears, uh, deer, stuff like that, over by them trees."

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