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Black Jack and the Polar Bear
Black jack has never felt this small or exposed. There's nowhere to hide in this desolate land. She can't live here for two years. No amount of money was worth it. The silver wave is still in view, heading away from wrangall. Black jack jumps up and down, waving her arms frantically above her head. Wait come back. We are brisly on british land now eting ten ios. It's an early november morning, just two months since they first arrived on the island. Already there's only a few hours of sunlight each day. Soon it will be polar night, no daylight at all for weeks.