When we last left Jack, he was falling out of the sky, with as much grace as he could muster.
"AAAAHHH! AAAAAHHHH! GHOST! TALKING TO ME! STOP HAUNTING ME, JETPACK GHOST!"
That was Jack. He was talking to the voice module on his jetpack which had just told him that his parachute was deployed.
Suddenly, Jack was snapped back as his parachute opened up. He descended, breathing slowly and trying to calm down.
He landed on the coast of the island below him with a thud.
"Ah, that wasn't so bad," Jack told himself. Scratching the side of his head, his elbow brushed against a button on his jetpack.
"Activating secondary fuel cells," the jetpack voice module said.
"AAAAAHHHH! IT'S BACK!" Jack yelled before ripping off his jetpack and throwing it into the sea, where it would have landed and sank had the jets not activated and blasted the jetpack into the distance.
"That was probably not a good idea," Jack mused. No matter. He would explore this strange island he landed on.
"Wait, that's it?" Jack asked. "This chapter isn't nearly as long as the last one!"
I'm sorry, Jack, but I really can't think of anything right now.
"OF COURSE YOU CAN! I'M YOU!"
"Yes, you! Don't act like you don't know. When you started writing this story, you just projected an image of yourself to act as the main character! And since I'm you, I know what a genius I am, and how I would never finish a chapter with such a shoddy ending!"
Shoddy? You just insulted yourself, buddy boy, so you can think about that.
"You can't just end with some kind of strange fourth wall reference!"
Oh, yes I can. Watch.
Jack (the narrator) stopped typing, clicked on the "Publish" button, and promptly closed the browser. He then logged on to Steam to play Team Fortress 2.