~~~~~~~~~~~Delbert's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``
"Hey watch it buddy!" "Quit daddling!" "O-Oh I'm s-sorry!" I told the two angry Setholapods, what is like thrid earths Sloths , behind me on the loading docks of the Crecentia ferry system.
"C'mon Doc stop makin' friends and lets get on." Said James Hawkins , my good friend Sarah's son, He and I were about to embark on a new journey to none other then the Legendary Treasure Planet. You see James had been given the map to this once-in-a-lifetime quest, by a dying spacer by the name of Billy Bones . I had been visiting my friends at their inn The admrial Benbow. When suddenly Billy's ship crashed in front as i was talking to Jame's mother Sarah about his...troubled spirit he's been having since Leland...Sarahs ex-husband , left them wiht out notice three years before with out a penny to their names and only the inn to live in. Why If I ever seen that man again I'd- Well lets not get off on that story not a real pleasent one it isn't.
I sat next to James in my recently bought metal space suit a...interesting two headed space lady sold to me while James and I bought supplies. She...or they rather , were so presentant..I couldn't say no...I mean...it might actually come in...handy. If not I'll shove it back to the back of my already packed home and call it a day either way. It could make a lovely book case now that I think about it...it even a storage for my maps! Aye that sounds correctly added I knew this suit wouldn't be a total loss...This is my first excursion this far off from home. I'd always studied the stars but only from afar always dreaming to one day stand among them taking in their breath taking beauty up close. I sighed and rested my eyes for a moment and not any longer.
"Doc? Doc? Doc c'mon! We gotta go!" "Huh?! Wha' O-Oh Jim." I yawned seeing we were in fact docked at Crecentia. "Go on Jim I'll be right be hind you."
"What ever." the teen huffed and went out a head of me and I finally got my self up and walked out.
"Jim? oh Jim? wait for me!" I called afer the teen , "Well Jim this ought to be a wonderful oppertunity for the two of us to...get to know one another...you know as they say Familiarity breeds well...contempt...But in our case-" He cut me off by laughing and saying, "Look lets just go find the ship...okay?" and wlaked off leaving me with my helmet visor the fall infront of my face. I sighed and followed after him while he spoke to , two other alien gents working on a roof top.
"It's the suit isn't it? I should have never listened to that pushy two headed space woman." I started not rather paying attention to where I was going , "This one said it fit...that one said it was my color I didn't know what to do I get so flustered- oof." I bumped into James and looked up at what had caught his attention , the ship... the ship that would be taking us to Treasure Planet. "oh! Jim this is our ship! The RLS Legacy!" she was a beauty gold painted railings three masts majestic oak decking yes this was the ship of any spacers dreams Now to find the capt- Oh my... I perked my ears as I her d a very rude comment coming from a falutlant spacer. I ahd hired the crew my self Aye but I did not know that one was flatulent...hwo interesting , any how it appeared James was in need of my assiting so I spoke back to him to which he laughed , it was only in good humor. I saluted him and walked over to a large man in red shouting to the crw he had to be the Spacer Captain he very much sounded like one.
"Good morning Captain Everything...ship shape?" I asked again in good humor , the man turned to me reviling he was a kindly looking Craigorian, rock-like creatures that grow very tall in height, and gave me a small smirk , "ship-shape she is sir...but...I'm not the captain ...the Captain's aloft. " He motioned to the upper saidl , to which I looked and...got quite the shock...
Amelia's POV:
As a Felinid, I found it easy to impress others. Speed, strength, general ability to kick ** in high heels…it was all an advantage with my species.
What wasn't an advantage, however, was admirable tolerance of idiots.
So, I believe you can guess my first impressions of the bookish Doctor Delbert Doppler.
Glasses, floppy ears, a huge nose, and a ridiculous suit that would make the Queen, who is a beautiful woman by anyone's standards, look like a haphazard, retarded marshmallow with bad taste.
Nevertheless, I gave him a slight benefit of a doubt. After playing around with Arrow a bit on his exceptionally good job at keeping the hooligans this pup of a financier had scraped up under control, I introduced myself.
"Hello, I'm Captain Amelia. Late a few run-ins with the Procyon Armada. Nasty business, but I won't bore you with my scars."
I assure you, they would be quite interesting in all honesty. Though some are more intimate than I'd like to share…
"This is my First mate, Mr. Arrow. Sterling, tough, dependable, strong, brave and true."
Now I wasn't bragging of myself, but of my First mate and friend Samuel, or Arrow as people more commonly called him. Only Heavens knows why, Samuel is a lovely name. Then again his brothers did often call him "sammich", so there was logic in wanting to be addressed by his surname instead of his first name…
Anyhow, since I wasn't bragging about myself, I could brag as much as I liked, thank you very much.
"Dr. Doppler, I presume?" I turned to the idiot looking dog, who nodded.
"Uh, um, yes. I-"
"Hello? Can you hear me?" I banged on his helmet, holding in laughter.
"Hey! Stop that!" He attempted to whack my hands away.
"If I may Doctor, this works so much better if it's…" I made the according adjustments as I spoke, "right way up and plugged in! Lovely, there you go."
I plugged the cord into his backside-the immaturity of putting a plug up someone's arse had me giggling like a schoolgirl inside.
"Hey! I do believe I can manage my own plugging!"
He ripped the plug from its outlet and shook it in my face. I ignored the rudeness, reintroduced myself to annoy him, and he began to introduce himself:
"I'm Dr. Doppler, and this lad is Jim Hawkins. The boy who found the treasure ma-"
The imbecile! I grabbed his cheeks, stopping any impudent slip up. Damn dog.
"Doctor, please!" I growled, glanced back at some of the pirates, waited till they moved, and turned back to him. "I'd like a word with you in my stateroom."
I let go of his muzzle and walked the opposite way to my stateroom. Moving my eyes to look at him over my shoulder revealed Hawkins laughing and the Doctor looking distinctly peeved. My work was going well.
Samuel, being the dear he is, led them to my stateroom for me. I opened the door to allow them entrance. They all stepped in. I secretly enjoyed that they got to see my stateroom. I'm rather fond of my tidiness, you know. Everything was neat, spick and span, clean as a whistle, if you wished to know three ways to say it was clean.
I closed the door and locked it with the large lock that resembled the steering wheel of the Legacy. Ungodly thing when one is half awake trying to get a glass of water late at night.
"Doctor," I faced him, doing my best to emphasis my point with movements, "to muse and blabber about a trea-sure map in front of this particular crew, demonstrates a level of ineptitude that boarders on imbecilic."
He looked even more peeved. "Imbecilic, did you say? I'll have you know I-"
"May I see the map, please?" I interrupted, not caring of his opinions or requirements. All my financiers tried to shove those in my face.
He stopped, his finger up in the air like he was about to make a point. He looked to the Hawkins boy, who just shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. Grudgedly, the Doctor gestured for him to hand over the map. Hawkins lazily tossed it.
"Here."
I caught it easily and had trouble containing myself.
"Hmm, fascinating." I murmured, turning from them, knowing my eyes were wide. The other problem with being a Felinid beside the intolerance for idiots is the inability to contain much emotion, as our eyes and ears react immediately to certain situations, especially ones that contained shiny spears that would easily substitute a yarn ball one had lost during a poker game…
I cleared my throat and put it in my gun cabinate. Stupid banter was tossed between myself, a disrespecting Hawkins, and a still stubborn Dr. Doppler, which included me giving a rather smart remark of "zip your howling screamer" that satisfied myself greatly.
I finally sat myself at my desk. "Let me make this as…monosyllabic as possible. I don't much care for this crew you hired. They're-how did I describe them Arrow? I said something rather good this morning before coffee."
Arrow furrowed his brow. "A ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots", ma'am."
"There you go, poetry." I smirked at the Doctor. He glared. "Now see here-!"
"Doctor," I stopped him once more," I'd love to chat. Tea, cake, the whole shebang. But I've got a ship to launch, and you've got an outfit to buff up." I ran my fingers up said suit to his neck and tapped his nose. He was oblivious to this sort of advancement and just huffed. I straightened myself up. "Mr. Arrow, please excourt these two neophytes to the galley straightaway. Young Hawkins will be working with our cook, Mr. Silver." I glanced the lad's way while saying this. He was jeered from his obviously dull thoughts while messing with one of my navigational instruments-OF WHICH COST A LARGE SUM OF MONEY-excuse my outburst- with a look of shock. "What?! The cook?!"
A/n HELLO you lot! This is a story writen by me (TMNTDisneyfan2013) and Kitty (CaptainAmeliaGirl) she's Amelia's pov and I'm Delbert I know this has been done before some what but I've been wanting to do this forever since that story didn't get completed :( but I'll ceedit that idea to that and post their name any how R&R m'dears.