Then again, just as the night before, he heard a loud TICK TOCK come from behind the beach. Suddenly he knew what he could do to feel more at peace tonight. He headed back towards his room, quietly but much more quickly than the time before he made he way there to grab the pocket watch he was unable to open before. It sat there still on his shelf closed. James grabbed it and made his way out of the room again, and once he was out of the underground house he began to ran up to the cliff side to look at the large clock.
When he got there he felt goosebumps run down his back. The two loud noises were indeed the clock moving just a bit. The hand which used to lie between the two and three was now two notches closer to the three than before. He started at them, his fingers moving around the watch as though it was on fire in his hand. Softly he touched it to the larger grandfather clock and nothing happened, he tapped it harder and still it would not open. Finally, it a moment of ange and rage he rammed it into the wood of the clock, and with another loud TICK TOCK the pocket watched opened.
Out of sheer surprise, James dropped the watch and let it fall into the earth open, it’s time mirroring the time on the larger grandfather clock. The watch did not tick, nor did it tock, it’s hands lay on it’s face still and unmoving. As though it might spring up at him, James moved back towards the pocket watch slowly and, as soon as he remember that no inanimate objects can hurt even on a magic island, he picked it up again. He shut it’s little pocket watch door and was able to open it again with ease, the time remaining the same each time. As his eyes flickered back and forth between clocks, the sun began to rise as it always does in the same timely fashion. Perhaps it was a sign, that clocks can say whatever they want, but the sun will always rise and a new day will always come no matter what.
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