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Tuesday, May 30, 2006It just so happened, that he was the smartest kid in the country. (He had not competed against the world yet.) He was making a "true time" viewer. On his desk sat a small lump of wires, diodes, and batteries, connected to a screen. Currently all that the screen was showing was the reflection of the ceiling on its screen. Will stood up and moved to his invention. He looked at it closely and noticed a frayed wire. He quickly replaced it and turned on the screen... Nothing happened. He waited... And waited... And waited... Still nothing happened. Will slammed his hands on the table in frustration and ran to the kitchen to get a bite to eat. Two small eyes looked at the slightly opened door and started to crawl into the room. Will finished his snack; fried sugar stuffed with cream (Twinkie™), and then went back into his room. The first thing he noticed when he entered the room, were the swirling colors seeming to come from the screen. He looked down at the screen and saw, to his dismay, his brother falling into a gaping abyss. Will moved closer to the screen for a better view, and the next thing he knew he was falling also. The room was empty, except for two eyes looking out of the closet; slowly a hand reached out and placed an old boat key-ring on the swirling screen. Then the hand reached out again and turned off the power… A new scene now flickered on the screen, a scene with two boys, a old and a young being hauled onto a ship with the fish, practically dead... "W...w...where are we?" asked Will's little brother Teddy. "I…I don't know." replied Will, his teeth chattering. "Robbers in the stern!" cried a man's voice. Many other men scurried to the back of their ship and surrounded the two boys. "I'm not scared!" said Teddy, his teeth chattering now as much from fear as from the cold. "Sure laddy, and I'm made of money!" one of the men jeered. "Stop pestering them!" called a voice booming louder than all of the insults that were being thrown at the two helpless boys. Instantly all of the men stopped talking and stood up straighter. "Hello Rascals!" said the new man. The boys looked towards the voice and saw pants... they looked up... and up... and up... and then they saw the ugliest face that they could imagine. It had scars, and pimples, and blisters, etc.! Both boys looked at each other and then... fainted… "Marco, here be some rascals were going to steal some plunder, but we caught them." "Bring them in." Will lay on the hard floor of a rocking cabin. For a second he forgot where he was, but then when he heard sea talk (Starboard! Ho!) he began to remember. "Hey you! Kid! You're off to see Marco." a tough looking crewmember yelled. Will then had the pleasure of being dragged all the way across the ship (splinters and everything)to the stern of the ship. Will could see the wake of the ship. It looked more like a splash than a wave, probably because the boat was all wind and no electricity. "Hello child what brings you here?" a tall man holding a compass and a ed. Will was shocked. "Are you "the" Marco Polo? "Yes." replied a confused Marco. "I've always wanted to meet you! My name's Will!" During the meeting Will explained who he was and how he had gotten there. Marco Polo explained his motives for this exploration: "I want to go explore more of the indies. I want to go to the court of Kublai Khan again. I want to make a map of the indies!" "But do you know how to get there?" asked Will. "No! This blasted compass broke and now we don't have anything else to measure which direction is which, other than the sun!" "I could help you there!" said Will. "Do you have any pieces of metal and any magnets?" Soon Will had made a new compass for Marco. Marco thanked him and saw that Will was fading away. "Hurry! Get your brother!" Marco said. Will ran to his brother and held on to him tightly... suddenly they were once again falling in a bottomless pit... A hand reached out of the closet and removed the boat from the screen. Two eyes looked in a bag full of key chains... |
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