Disclaimer: I don't own any original characters from Treasure Planet. The names you don't recognize belong to me.

A/N: Okay, this was gonna be just a short take on a missing scene from TP, but I've had an actual, continued plot going through my head for ages. Why not give it a shot? 

Chapter 1

The cool winds of nighttime whispered softly through the dark etherium. Gently sweeping between the masts of the R.L.S. Legacy, they surrounded a dark figure perched in the ship's loft. A lone pirate tightened his grip on the rafters, growling in irritation as he kept his sharp, amber eyes focused on his surroundings. Morgan Scroop had never been a patient man, and keeping watch was certainly not his favorite task.

"Keep watch."

That's what Silver had ordered. Scroop scowled. Watch for what? He knew the real reason why the old cyborg had left him here. Silver knew that he couldn't be trusted.

Scroop took great pleasure in undermining his captain's authority, and most likely Silver did not want to take any chances. But Scroop was a man of action, an excellent spacer and an even better pirate.

He should be down on Treasure Planet, hunting for Flint's trove, not sitting up in the rafters of a quiet ship, "keeping watch". The whole situation made Scroop feel more like a child sitting in time-out than a fearsome pirate. Scroop clenched his sharp, claw-like hands into fists. Silver would pay for this, he would see to it personally.

But right now, Silver was not here and Scroop had no way of venting his anger. Frustrated, the Mantavor allowed his gaze to drift upward into space, a small, secret part of him feeling awed by the view that surrounded him and the Legacy. It would have been completely dark, but for the thousands of tiny flecks of light that peered out of the blackness. Those lights were a reminder of all the countless worlds that lay far beyond Scroop's view. Not the mention the new world that lay just below the ship.

The fearsome pirate felt his body relax. The life he had chosen was not an easy one. He worked hard, often putting his life on the line (as well as the lives of others) in order to reach his goal. His ultimate goal. Scroop smiled faintly. Very soon, he would have his own share of the loot of a thousand worlds.

Scroop did not remember dozing off. He only knew that he was wide-awake now, and that something was very wrong. He winced at the deafening noise emanating from the center of the ship.

"The alarm! How in blazes?!"

Mentally cursing himself, Scroop skittered down the rigging and tried to locate the source of the disturbance. The siren had stopped after a few seconds and Scroop found himself hearing another sound. He froze, listening intently. It was a voice. A familiar voice.

"Hawkinsss," the pirate hissed.

The boy sounded like he was coming closer, just below deck. A wicked smile crossed Scroop's features as he crept towards the stairs.

"Perhapsss, I will have some fun after all."

A/N: I didn't change much in this first chapter. Most significantly was Scroop's first name. To me, he looks more like a Morgan than a Michael. Yeah, I am putting WAY too much thought into this. 