DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these awesome characters in this story. Except Bethany Cook.

NOTE: I'm English, so I'm sorry if any American readers cannot understand my spelling of certain words.

Chapter 1- The Start of an Adventure

I look around the spaceport, everyone was rushing around trying to get from A to B. The old cyborg looking down at me, I'd always been his favourite member of the crew, mainly because my father was the exceptional pirate, Captain Cook. Silver had always seen my father in the highest regard, and it was no secret to me that the two were very good friends. He'd always been a friend of mine, I used to love it when he visited, he taught me everything I knew. I grew up with him, and I couldn't respect him more.

However, there's always that one member of your father's crew that really pisses you off whenever he's around. For me, that one member was Scroop, violent and ruthless, he'd never really given a damn about anyone else. My father never truly liked him, but he knew that Scroop was a brilliant pirate and couldn't afford to lose him.

Silver's adorable little morph comes from behind me and starts rubbing himself against my cheek, his cheeky little face full of content as I smile back at him.

"Hello Morphy." I say, caressing Morph with my index finger. Morph quickly flies over to his master, as they both smile at each other. You could tell that they both had waited for this moment their whole lives.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a humanoid dog-thing in an old-fashioned, weird, metal space suit, with a human boy, about my age. He's wearing a tan coloured shirt, simple green trousers and a dark brown jacket, I weirdly recognise him… he's looking at me.

Oh no! He's noticed me, I think, Act like you did nothing.

The dog-thing was soon to divert him, I suddenly feel a pang of sadness but I know what he has and Silver will jump to opportunity to regain the map, at any cost.

"That boy over there." I say

"Las, tell me ya 'aven't been eyed any boys, 'ave ya?" Silver jokes.

"No, you old scumbag," I reply "I recognise him. I think he's the one from the Benbow, I know it." I pointed at the boy, Silver looks at me in utter delight, I know why.

"Who? The dog in the odd spacesuit?" Silver asks, confused.

"No! The human boy!" I say, bursting out laughing. Silver's cybernetic eye looks at the young boy, searching for the map. He sighs.

"Aye, las. I can't tell from 'ere." The Ursid sounds so disappointed. "I guess we'll just 'ave to wait an' see."

"Yes, I guess so." I sigh, the sudden burst of anticipation and excitement is gone from me in an instant. "We should probably be getting off to the ship."

"What isss keeping you two? We need to get to the ship!" Scroop interrupts.

"In fact, Ssscroop," I say, imitating his way of talking. "We were merely trying to find the map." Best excuse ever.

"Bethany, don't be idiot, we'll never find it here." Onus tells me.

"Aye, he is right." Silver intervenes. "Even he does 'ave it, he may not be on da same ship as us." The rest of the crew, including Scroop, nods in agreement. There was no denying that Silver's remark is probably true, yet something in me knows that there was a huge adventure just waiting for me.

We're finally here, the R.L.S Legacy. It's really is a sight to behold, my excited shipmates behind me howling and screaming, a smile coming over my face.

"Calm down, you ludicrous parcel of drivelling galoots." A voice shouts, I turn around. A cat-like creature is standing to the side of us in a suit that can only resemble that of a captain.

"And you are?" I ask.

"Your captain, young lady." She says.

"I think the girl means your name ma'am." Her first officer tells her.

"Of course, I know she means my name, Mr Arrow." The captain says, walking down the stairs to greet me. "I'm Captain Amelia."

"Umm… Bethany Cook." I say.

"Hmmm. The daughter of Captain Aaron Cook, on my vessel. This truly is a diverse crew. Yet suspicious to some degree."

"Wasn't my choice to be his daughter."

"Positive it wasn't, was never too fond pirates, myself." Amelia replies straight-forwardly before walking away from me swiftly, chatting to Mr Arrow.

"What in the heavens, was dat, las?" Silver asks.

"I honestly don't know, let's forget that ever happened." I say, walking into Silver's quarters with him. I help him with unpacking for the next few minutes, yet as soon as we started with his bonzabeast stew, Mr Arrow arrives ordering about the boy from the port and his ridiculous-looking canine friend.

"I'll not tolerate a crossword of our captain. There's no finer officer in this or any galaxy." Mr Arrow claims.

"Aye, well said, Mr Arrow, sir." Silver replies. "We wouldn't want any nonsense on this ship."

"Mr Silver, may I introduce Doctor Doppler, the financier of our voyage." Mr Arrow says.

"Love the outfit, Doc." Silver says, inspecting the space suit Doppler was wearing with his cyborg eye.

"Thank you, urm… love the eye." The doctor says, awkwardly, trying to stop the laser coming from Silver's eye. I giggle as he does so, wondering how much more of mess this 'Doppler' could be.

"Yes, Mr Silver, this is Jim Hawkins, he will be your new cabin boy." Mr Arrow explains. "We're about to get underway. Would you like to observe the launch Doctor?"

"Would I? Does an active galactic nucleus have superluminal jets?" The doctor asks, we all look at him. How does he even know half of those words?

"I'll follow you." The doctor tells Mr Arrow, awkwardly. I laugh and roll my eyes.

What a mess, I think before getting back to work.

They both leave to the upper deck.

Silver looks at Jim, eyes him up and down. He walks over to Jim, I look behind me, Silver whips out his cybernetic arm.

"Jimbo!" he says, he'd pulled his cybernetic arm on the wrong setting. I laugh, he's always done this to trick people, their reactions got funnier and funnier each and every time. He changes the setting.

"Now this young lady an' me'll ya company for a while," Silver explains, leaning on the open stove behind him. "I bet ya didn't notice her, she's been hiding in the background ever since we got 'ere. Beth!"

"Yeah?" I respond.

"This is Bethany, Jimbo. Jimbo, Bethany." Silver says. I looked at him, yet just as I was about to greet him…

"You seem familiar. I don't know why." Jim says, could it be?

"Ya see 'ere Jimbo, ya know Beth huh?" Silver tells Jim, Jim nodded.

There goes my secret, I think.

"D'ya know she's the daughter of Captain Cook?"

"No way! Is she?" Jim says, gobsmacked, he pauses, hangs his head. "She can't be who I was thinking of then."

Disappointed, I was so sure it could be him. Not with my luck.

"Ok! Ok! I'm the daughter of some famous pirate? So, what?!" I bellowed. "Can you two please stop talking about me now?" Silver coughed, mortified by my remark.

Morph suddenly opens his eye as I place my hand on the counter, he transforms into his original blob state. He quickly caresses my cheek and flies over to Jim.

"What is that thing?" Jim asks, as the little blob happily flies around him, content to see a new face in the crew.

"What is that thing?" Morph repeated.

"He's a morph." Silver explains, Morph changes into Jim for a split second before turning into his original form. "I rescued the little shape-shifter on Proteus 1. Let's get back to business Jimbo. We wouldn't want our crew goin' 'ungry, why don't ya help an' Beth out for a while?" Jim reluctantly decides to join in with us, looking utterly confused as we throw stuff around the place chopping, stirring and slicing everything on the recipe.

"Ever cooked before, Jimbo?" Silver asks.

"Nah. I mean, my mum runs an inn but I mainly just do the dishes." Jim says, wait it is him. I knew it! Wait was he the kid at the Benbow or not? Now I'm confused.

"Well you're going to have to learn, quick." I say. "By the way. Well, I'm sorry I lashed out earlier, I'm just tired of being famous. I've had enough."

I turn around and miserably flop both my arms on the counter behind me.

"What's bugging her?" Jim asks the Ursid.

"Aye, a lot of childhood trauma," Silver replies. "Experienced some things, ya'd never want her to."

"Same here." Jim says, I turn around and stop moping, I stare at him dumbfounded.

"I don't want to talk about it." Jim continues.

"Aye, Jimbo, I understand," Silver says.

"Do you?" Jim asks.

"Argh, Jimbo, we're all in the same boat 'ere. Literally!" Silver joked, putting his arm around the boy.

"Prepare to cast off!" I hear Mr Arrow shout from above.

"Eh, off with you, lad, and watch the launch." Silver says, patting the boy on the back and pushing him on a bit. "There'll be plenty work a-waitin' for you afterwards." Jim leaves to observe the launch, a half-smile on his face.

"We best be keepin' a sharp eye on this one, eh, Morph?" Silver says to his shapeshifting companion, who's eating a small trimming of one of the vegetable. "We wouldn't want him strayin' into things he shouldn't."

I walk onto the deck, Jim is already there wiping the deck, one of the pirates pushes him to the side.

"Watch it twerp." Hands says.

Luckily, it's probably nothing to worry about if it's Hands, he gives people a good warning before taking any action, in fact, if any of the crew threatens Jim it's not to be worried about, all except one. If Scroop threatens him, Jim or anyone for that matter, is over. Scroop literally has no mercy. He'll kill even if he doesn't like your smell. I must keep an eye on him, Scroop could be hiding around any corner.

"What are you looking at, weirdo?" Hedley says, Jim was staring at them. I can easily bet that he'd never seen anything like them in his life.

"Yeah weirdo." Torrance repeats, I start to notice how serious this conversation is getting. Out of the corner my eye, I see Scroop climbing down the shrouds, his face showing his all too obvious intent.

That's it, I think, Jim you're screwed.

"Cabin boys should learn to mind their own business." Scroop hisses.

"Why? You got something to hide, bright eyes?" Jim recklessly insults the arachnid.

"Maybe your ears don't work so well." Scroop hisses in response, pulling the boy close to him.

"Yeah. Ahem. Too bad my nose works just fine." Jim responds, insulting Scroop yet again, putting himself at more risk than it's worth.

"Why, you impudent little…" Scroop says, slamming the boy up against the nearby mast. The crew starts shouting encouraging Scroop to kill Jim, right then and there.

"Any last words, cabin boy?" Scroop hisses.

A sudden shock rushes through my body. I'm not going to let Scroop kill someone right in front of me, and have me sitting here watching it all play out. I run over to the mast. I can't let Jim end up like my father. Getting in between Jim and the arachnid. clenching my fists, raising my leg, I send a powerful kick to Scroop's chest, flinging him backwards, Jim falls. A mix of shock and glee on his face.

"I think by now you should know what it's like to get on the wrong side of these fists, Scroop. Unpleasant, isn't it?" I say, brushing my fists.

"The boy was sniffing about."

"Doesn't give you an excuse for murder."

"Give me one reason why shouldn't I kill both you and the cabin boy, right now."

"What did I tell about getting on the wrong side of my fists?" I clench my fists once more and propel my fist to the side of his thin face, then another punch this time up his tiny mouth which can spout nothing but a bunch of hissing and death threats. A final two blows to the front of his face send the arachnid to the floor. Silver arrives to the top floor, his eye glowing red, I can clearly tell that he's staring at Scroop.

"Scroop! You have no right to be threatening my cabin boy like that!" Silver threatens the arachnid. Mr Arrow arrives to scene, walking down the stairs. I roll my eyes, annoyed with him for interrupting the fascinating incident.

Perfect timing, I think sarcastically, as per usual.

"What's all this. then? You know the rules. There'll be no brawling on this ship." Mr Arrow bellows, the crew mumbling and moaning in frustration.

"I was merely protecting myself and Jim, Mr Arrow," I say. "You can't blame me for that."

"It's not you I blame, Bethany." Mr Arrow says, I take sigh of relief. He walks around us, hands behind his back. "You know the rules, don't you Scroop. Am I clear?" He stares into Scroop's eyes.

"Transparently." Scroop hisses.

"Any further offenders will be confined to the brig... for the remainder of the voyage." Mr Arrow leaves, continuing to observe the behaviour of the crew, keeping a sharp eye on Scroop.

"Beth, what happened?!" Silver asks me, hanging over me intimidatingly.

"You see Jim was doing his job, then Scroop came down the shrouds and threatening Jim for just looking at the other members of the crew. So, I came in to help, I'm not letting him end up like my father." I say.

"Beth, what 'bout yer father? I swear 'e died at the 'ands of another pirate. There's somethin' you're not telling me."

"Ok, not right now. You've got a crew to sort out." I push him away, I can't tell him, as much as I want to. Scroop would destroy me. Silver walks away, annoyed and confused.

Jim walks over to me. He smiles at me.

"What was that for? I didn't need help, I can help myself you know." Jim says.

"Really? With the way you were acting, I would never have thought it." I reply.

"Well I can."

"A simple 'thank you' would be nice."

"Thank you, but where did you learn to do that?"

"My dad."

"Oh…" He hangs his head.

"What's wrong? You don't have one, do you?" He shakes his head.

"I don't have one either."

"I know."

"That's the problem, everyone knows. They're all sorry for me, it rubs it in."

"No one's sorry for me."

"You're very lucky."

"I'm not."

"You are. You've not lost both of your parents, you're not famous, you're not on a voyage with the very person that killed your father."

"Wait, who actually killed your father?"

"Another pirate captain killed him."

"I can tell that's a lie."

"It isn't."

"It is." Heck, that kid is really good at reading minds.

"Scroop did it! Okay?! Are you happy now?!" I shouldn't have said that, I hang my head in shame and grief.

"Oh, my god. We've got to get you off of here!"

"No, leave it. I'm fine."

"You are nowhere near 'fine', I know that."

"Please just, leave it!"

"Why should I?! That's murder! You have to do something!"

"I know I should, but it's too late."

"It's never too late. People need to know."

"No one needs to know. Maybe it's better off this way."

"It's not, you're living a lie. That's not right."

"I guess you're right. I'll tell someone after I get home."

"Good, that's the right thing."

"You've got a job to do and you don't want to get on Silver's bad side, trust me."

"Ok, I'll see you round then."

"I think you will." I walk away, why did I say all that? Why do I suddenly trust him? I am going to die. I'm dead. Hope Jim gets a chance to say goodbye.