When the Homer puttered back up to its docking slip, everything looked pretty much exactly the way it had before Jack left. The boat's clock had automatically reset itself, and it was saying that only three days had passed, which was just bizarre. Fine, then. The island wanted him back the same week he'd left -- he could live with that.

Unless the clock was lying to him.

Jack didn't care enough to bother finding out just yet. He sat out on the Homer's deck, bundled in a winter coat, and drank a beer. Because he COULD.

After a while he got up, put a hand-lettered sign on the dock, and then went to sit back down. It said:

Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Less of a run-around than you get from politicians, and more fun, too!