Jim still felt rather confused. His mind seesawed back and forth between thinking that this was all just a theme party that Jim Russell and his 21st Century friends were throwing, and believing that he really, truly had somehow slipped into the world of the novel "Treasure Island", and the life of the character Jim Hawkins. The people drinking in the crowded common room were all dressed in 18th Century clothing in various states of cleanliness and disrepair, but that decrepitude might be just the result of its having been a lively party so far. From the corner of his eye, Jim though he could see a crumpled aluminum Duff Lite can, but when he looked at it directly, the only debris on the table was a tankard on its side and a half-eaten meat pie.
The faces in the room often seemed oddly familiar. Were they beloved characters out of his childhood reading, or were they just his friends and casual acquaintances playing dress-up?
Jim looked across the bustling room and saw....
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