+ some wonderlands are kind

Why is this happening and who do I have to punch to make it stop?

[Jack has made it as far as the beach seeking out better scenery, only to be greeted by a roiling tide of oily slop and garbage. When he'd first seen the smoggy skies and felt the burning in his lungs, he'd tried using his control over the wind to clear the air, but all he'd managed to produce was a dark, toxic-smelling whirlwind. Next he tried flying above the toxic clouds, but the pollution just stretched endlessly above him. Eventually he'd been grounded completely, his lungs on fire and his head dizzy. He doesn't really need to breath, being essentially dead already, but it's clear that confronting the clouds directly was not been a good decision for his overall well-being.

Now walking along the beach, his feet covered in sticky black sludge, Jack leans a little more heavily on his staff than usual. Every once in a while he coughs up something black, looks really annoyed, and mutters to himself. To take out his frustrations he begins picking up random bits of trash off the beach- bottles, cans, the occasional shoe- and batting them as hard as he can with his staff. Some of the weaker pieces freeze and shatter instantly on contact, but others make it far out into the ocean, slowly sinking back into the sludge. This probably looks really odd for anyone who doesn't believe in Jack, as from their perspective there's just a lot of trash spontaneously exploding or leaping back into the ocean by itself.]

[Jack has never felt more betrayed in his life, and the traitor in question is the wind. One minute he was just soaring along, trying to decide whether hitting a town with a snowstorm over Christmas break would be an appreciated bonus or an empty joy since classes were already cancelled. The next minute he was tumbling roughly out of the sky. He shakes his head, his blurry vision coming into focus to reveal an unfamiliar forest that definitely was not below him a few minutes ago. The wind has always taken Jack where he wants to go, but now he's not even sure where he is.]

Did I black out?

[Jack talks to himself. It's a habit you pick up when nobody else can talk to you.]

That's never happened before.

[Maybe he ran into one of North's portals? He scans the sky, looking for some sign of that awesome sleigh, but there's nothing there. He looks around the nearby woods, but doesn't see any yetis or six-foot rabbits or any of the other creatures that tend to kidnap him. He grins.]

It looks like after three hundred years I'm still finding new ways to get into trouble.

( [Feeling that walking might be the safer bet, Jack makes his way out of the woods.] )