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Chapter Seven: Jack

Jack slithered out of his bathtub, ready to begin his nightly tasks. He looked through Papa's old books, looking for something to read. He eventually found a book that Papa always would read before he left for his trip. Jack was about to sit down to read the book, when he heard someone enter the house. He stopped, his gills twitching. He put the book back on the shelf, then heard a deep, rich, and tired voice speak. 

"Hello?" 

Jack almost clicked a greeting in reply, but didn't want to scare the voice, so he kept quiet, still slithering through the house to see a boy of 17, walk into the house. He had black hair and rich chocolate brown eyes. He looked around, expecting a reply to his call, but none came. Jack continued watching him, slightly in awe of the human that just walkin in on his lonesome home. The boy then walked into the TV room, set his bag down, and started looking around. He then started to look around for something. He eventually gave up his search and continued exploring the house. He walked down the hall, when he stepped in a part of Jack's damp trail. Jack held in a gasp of terror. 

Would this human be scared? Jack shook the thoughts from his head. 

It's probably a traveler... He told himself. He watched as the boy walked into Papa's old bedroom, where Jack would often go when his sleep was interrupted by a bad dream. Jack slithered silently into the room with the boy. He squirmed under the bed, watching the boy. The human looked to the lamp, which Jack realized he'd left on while looking through Papa's old stories. The sound of rustling paper echoed through the air, when the human boy finally left the room. Jack wiggled free from under the bed, continuing to watch the boy. Eventually, the boy grabbed his backpack and set it in the bedroom, then grabbed a large black square. He then laid on the couch and opened the square. Jack slithered back to Papa's bedroom, confused as to why this boy was in his home. He whistled quietly in stress, then slithered back into Papa's room. Somehow, reading the old fisherman's books calmed him. Even though Jack couldn't speak English, he still could read and write in English. Jack always loved the stories humans came up with. Their visions of the mythical worlds beyond their understanding, though often mixed up from the truth, entertained Jack. He balanced himself on his strongly built tail, looking for a book, when he found one that had one of his bookmarks in it. Jack smiled then pulled the books down from the shelf, collapsing quietly onto the bed, Jack smiled, about to open the book to read, when the boy's backpack caught his eye. Jack set the book down, curiosity flooding his system. He slowly opened the zipper and began looking through it, taking in the new information. Bags of food and black cords lined the bags, Jack continued looking through, when the lights in the room flicked on.

A/N: Ooohhh! Finally, our two main characters are present in the same place at the same time! Also, thank you so much for 100 reads on this story! I know a lot of my Wattpad works can be shit, so it still blows my mind that any of my stories would even get 50 reads. Anyway, thank you all so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed, and I will see you soon!

~JACL