"Bon voyage!" my parents called as I waved them goodbye. I was on my way to Alcatraz Island, where I was to be a prisoner. I did not commit a crime to be here. Instead, I had merely performed a faux pas and had offered to do my time as soon as possible; I had received an RSVP asking when I wanted to spend my time in jail. I answered in my letter, "As soon as the next ship sets sail."
"Haven't I seen you before?" asked a man of me, clearly experiencing deja vu. "You look familiar. Are you the girl who started throwing dynamite at buildings after the earthquake?" He paused for a moment or two. "Ah, we are here! It's a very beautiful island, isn't it?" he said, trying to change the subject.
I nodded solemnly, grabbed my trunk, and headed off the ship. "Mad man du jour," I thought, looking back at the man. He had disappeared somehow, but he had left a boarding pass behind. It showed the name of a certain Jack London. I had met the Jack London!
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Meeting Jack London
Historical FictionAfter the earthquake and major San Francisco fire in 1906, a young girl --who had helped stop the fires by blowing up buildings-- finds herself on a ferryboat, chatting with the famous author... Jack London.
