Jack tried to pull his legs up, but failed and sank deeper. 'Come on Jack, figure this out!' he thought in a panic. The poison ivy wrapped itself around him, but he managed to keep his sword arm from becoming entangled. 'Think of something! Do something to save your own worthless life, Jack!' He looked around and saw the other Jacks and knew they'd get him if the quicksand did not. Jack suddenly remembered a fact about quicksand. The more you struggle, the deeper you sink. Jack looked at the poison ivy and realized that it was his only chance to get out. Jack cut free his other arm, dropped his sword, and grabbed the poison ivy ahead of him. He immediately began trying to pull himself free using it. His hands and arms were growing red and irritated from grasping it, but he knew he had no other options. Jack pulled as best he could, hoping that this would work. "I'm not your plaything!" He shouted angrily as he pulled.