"So," started Isaac's mom, "you have quite an imagination, Isaac. That's part of why I love you." She kissed him on the forehead. "He does have a knack for stories, I'll give him that!" chimed in Isaac's dad. "It isn't my imagination, and I'll prove it. Remember the part about fighting with an old version of me? Here's what I'd look like if I hadn't learned how to stay young. I fought for 832 years. I would look like this if I looked 845 years old and didn't die."
Isaac put his hands together, forming two brown circles around his wrists. He moved one arm up and the other down, moving the rings off his arms and across his body. They reached up to the ceiling and down to the floor before stopping. They then moved back to meet at his waist, transforming him. He became a very old man, much older than Sensei Isaac. There were wrinkles on his wrinkles and his eyes were barely visible. He collapsed immediately from the weight of his brittle bones.
He then snapped as his parents tried to help him up. His body shone a bright brown light, then changed back to his child form. He got up off the floor and sat down in a chair opposite the couch. His parents hugged and kissed him as they came to realize the truth of the situation. They both sat back down, his mom shedding a few tears. "I'm so sorry, honey. I'm so sorry you had to endure all that." His dad smiled and patted Isaac's back. "I'm glad that you've built up your character. You seem much more mature and able to handle the world, even if your world and ours are different. You thank that Sensei of yours for me." Isaac smiled and laughed. "He's me, Dad! I trained myself over 5 billion times. Well, I'VE only experienced one of those 5,297,856,431 times. The only question now is what to do." His dad thought for a moment before asking, "Didn't you say something about a boat? Go find it. The people on board seemed to know something about the 'other world'. Go ask them what to do." "That sounds like a good idea. I'll take your advise." "That'd make a first." Remarked his father. "Just promise that you'll be safe and that you'll check in every now and then. Try to be back every day, what with your time travel and all." "I'll try." Promised Isaac as he left out the front door.
Isaac looked around for the boat, but it wasn't out on the ocean anymore. He left for town to ask if anyone knew where it went. He finally found the boat again on the shore of town, docked right next to a McDonald's. Isaac left with great haste toward the boat. He froze time and climbed up the rope keeping the ship at the dock. Once on board the ship, he unfroze time and looked around for people, only to find himself lost on the stern. He went to the center of the ship, closing his eyes and thinking of where they could be. Maybe they were all in McDonald's enjoying Happy Meals. Isaac opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by the crew, each member with a different weapon pointed at his throat.
"Woah! Put those things down!" Isaac screamed. "Why should we? You're not one of the crew on this ship, and you came on without our permission. That spells 'intruder' to most people. What makes you any different?" Pointed out one of the crew, probably the second mate based on what confidence he spoke with. "If you really want to see what makes me special, I'll show you. Just ask." "What makes you so special?" "I thought you'd never ask."
Isaac slowed down time to a rate where it seemed time was frozen, but where Isaac could move things around. He took all of their weapons and placed them in a storage bin, then threw them into one of their holding cells for prisoners. He then turned each of the crew upside down and tied them to their own mast. Finally, he returned the flow of time to normal.
He stood in front of them, evaluating each for their strengths and weaknesses. He tapped the one who spoke earlier on his nose. "Who's not special? I know the answer, but I want you to tell me." "Your parents aren't special, but this crew is special. Each and every one of us was chosen by the captain." "Speaking of the captain, which one of you is the captain? If none of you are the captain, then where is he or she?" I giggled and explained to the rest of the crew, "He's still too early. It hasn't even began yet for him. He's still too young."
