Zack came out to the front deck in the middle of the night to get a good look at the ocean. He couldn't go to sleep and calm visions of scenery was always a way to calm him down. He rested his head on the bar separating him from the ocean. He missed the Tipton. It was like home. He still liked studying at sea, because it allowed him to see more of the world, but at the same time, there's still no place like home.
Zack closed his eyes and let the gentle waves below him lull him to sleep. In his dreams, he dreamed the Tipton, especially his friends he left behind including Max.
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As Zack rested, a mysterious female figured quietly walked up to the identical twin. Armed with a rag soaked in a weird formula, the woman carefully placed the rag up to Zack's nose. The woman smiled as Zack and his clothes began to dwindle in size. The blonde teenager grew shorter and shorter until his unconscious body was nothing but a bug at her high-heeled feet. The woman then laughed as she picked up the tiny teenager and took him back to her room.
Several hours later in the midst of an early morning at sea, Zack awoke on a spongy, fleshy surface. It almost felt like he was on the surface of a large hand. Zack peered off the edges of the surface and saw the wooden floor of the deck below him. He immediately looked away.
"It's about time you awoke," a feminine voice called out. Zack turned to the source of the voice and saw the giant face of ____ addressing him
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