Treasure Planet & the Prisoner
Chapter 1: 'Vengeance' and the Inmate
In this story, they have just spotted the pod of space whales before seeing Flint's flagship, the 'Vengeance'. Just to make it clear, this is a retelling of Treasure Planet with my OC. Some sections are in my character's POV so when you see 'I' assume that it is my character unless it says otherwise.
"Upon my word, an Orcus Galacticus!" said Dr. D. Doppler in profound amazement before pushing a button on his suit and popping a camera out of it.
"Smile!" he shouted ecstatically at the creature, his finger hovering over the camera's trigger, He was leaning as far out as he could, almost exactly above the enormous whale's blow-hole.
Captain Amelia saw this and said, rather hesitantly, "Err, Doctor, I'd stand clear if I were..."
Too late, however, as the great space whale proceeded to fire something that could only be described as mucus, which altogether covered the doctor from head to toe in a green sticky liquid. A photo slotted out of the camera, only to have a large blob of mucus fall from the Doctor onto it.
"Ah, it's a grand day for sailing, Cap'n," the loud, grating voice of a certain cyborg was heard, "and look at ya. You're as trim and as bonny as a sloop with new sails and a fresh coat of paint," As Long John Silver finished, he proceeded to take his hat off to her in a large bow, cheekily smiling up at her and giving Morph the opportunity to slip out from under his hat. As soon as the pink blob was free he started to fly about Silver, nuzzling his face tenderly and squealing all the while.
The captain, however, didn't seem in the least impressed by Silver and his relatively weak attempts at flattery. Her eyes remained cold and expressionless.
"You can keep that kind of flim-flammery for your spaceport floozies, Silver." she said frostily, making the cook's face drop, almost literally.
Morph suddenly stopped as it saw the captain, before turning into a miniature version of her. "Spaceport Floozies, Spaceport Floozies," he squeaked before being hastily scooped up into Silver's hat.
"You cut me to the quick, Cap'n," Silver said, his voice filled with mock pain, "I speaks nothing but me heart at all times." the Captain rolled her eyes before suddenly spotting Jim swinging about on the rigging.
"And, um, by the way, isn't that your cabin boy, aimlessly footling about in those shrouds?" She pointed out, looking towards the starboard side rigging.
Silver looked like he was going to try and make another excuse, but then thought against it. "A momentary aberration, Cap'n!" he said quickly, wringing his hands together nervously, "Soon to be addressed, JIMBO!"
With that he walked off to introduce Jim to 'two new friends.'
In the meanwhile, Mr. Onus was peering through his spyglass in the crow's nest, scanning the dark void of the Etherium. As he turned round once, he spotted something to the port side of the ship. His mouth dropped open. "Cap'n!" he called, "There's a ship drifting about two miles 'a port."
She trained her own glass to where Mr. Onus was pointing to but could see only the massive, dark shape of a ship. "Can you identify it, Mr. Onus?"
He trained his glass back at the dark, decrepit hulk of a ship, gulped and said in a trembling voice, almost a silent scream which was nonetheless heard by all present, "It canna be! The Vengeance!." And without further ado, he slumped to the bottom of the crow's nest in a dead faint, his glass falling with a loud cluck to the floor.
Silver, who was still on deck, was frozen in an attitude of complete shock. He was, after all, one of Flint's former crew. He had seen Flint's flagship disappear with his own two eyes. The 'Vengeance' was the one ship the entire crew feared more than any. It had been a place of misery, of pain, of torture, yet also of treasure. He knew there must be still be some small catches of gold hidden on board that ship and he grinned in spite of himself.
Suddenly, a faint cry echoed from the bowels of that dread ship. He heard it, and so did the captain. She said to the helmsman, "Mr. Turnbuckle, hold the helm, if you may, I'm going on board that ship."
"Aye, aye, Cap'n" he said grimly, spinning the wheel.
Thus, a solitary longboat was launched and was now sailing slowly towards the ship, the cries getting slowly louder. On board this ship, was Silver, who was sharpening his sword with a small whetstone, Mr. Arrow who was at the tiller, a pistol clutched in one hand, and Captain Amelia, who was as tense as a bowstring and was fixing a bayonet to her rifle, her eyes locked onto the ship before them.
The ride was relatively uneventful, but they were each nervous, as though expecting the dread ship to fire upon them, thought it did nothing, save creak and moan, like a great beast preparing to devour all that came within reach.
They clambered onboard and were greeted by absolute silence. Suddenly, they heard the cry nearby, coming from the very bowels of the ship. They looked at each other, nervous, and walked slowly down to the lower decks. As they walked deeper into the ship, the smell of death and decay increased. Soon, skeletons were found lying on guns, slumped on the floor or sitting between barrels, the yellow-white bones stripped clean of flesh, although the clothes were left dusty and untouched still on them. They moved on.
Finally, they reached a huge, dark chamber, like an immense hall, with rows upon rows of doors lined along the walls. Each was made of the darkest of ebony and had a heavy, iron lock fitted into it. Also, each had a brazen plaque bearing a name engraved on it. The cries for help were coming from the door at the very end. This one was different to the rest however, as this door was huge, fit for a giant and was braced with several inches of steel. Silver whistled as he looked at the door, 'Flint really must've been real scared of this little bugger.' He thought, the hairs on the back of his head standing up straight.
Captain Amelia lit her lantern and took it near the enormous lock. She peered in and slipped a slim hand into it. After a moment, with a loud click, the door swung open slowly and gathering her courage, she walked in.
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I was screaming my lungs out. For the life of me though, I didn't know why. I had heard many a ship fly past my prison, not stopping to investigate, so why had I cried for help with this ship? I was trapped in this endless dark for many a year simply because of what I am. Then, I heard them coming. I smelt them. I could almost taste freedom. I could feel their presence beyond my door. Then I heard the click of the lock. I saw light and my saviour, a bright, beautiful angel. I passed out.
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Captain Amelia slowly lifted the skeletal figure out of his cell. He was devilishly thin; his long, untidy hair was filled with muck and dirt, while long, clawed fingers grasped tightly at her arms, like a child looking for the safety of a mother's embrace. Although his many eyes were closed, she still noticed a slight red tinge from behind his closed eyes, as though those eyes of his burned with the inner fire of some dark secret. She handed him gently to Mr. Arrow and looked back inside the prison cell.
The cell was completely bare, save for a large, heavy, dark chest. It was made of a dark wood and bound in equally dark metal. Another unusual thing about it was the fact that it had key holes all over it. "Silver! Take our 'guest's' baggage." She said as she began to walk back out the hall's doors. So the party managed to get past the ship, Amelia with her rifle ready, Mr. Arrow carrying their 'guest' and Silver bringing up the rear, yanking and heaving the great chest along and cursing all the way about its immense weight.
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I awoke to the seemingly blinding light and I hissed quietly to myself. Then I remembered what had happened. I was free! Free from that prison cell and the stench of death. I opened my eyes and cursed as the light hit them. Being in the dark too long would do that to you. I still managed however to get a glance around. 'I must be in the captain's sleeping quarters.' I thought. Then a thought hit me. 'The captain is going to have my head if I don't get out of her bed.' Quick as lightning, I was out of the bed before the door opened.
I hissed, squinting through the light, to see who had entered. My eyes widened in spite of the pain from the light. I saw the angel from that night. I was rooted to the spot. My conscious mind saw her as the captain, but my rebellious subconscious said loudly, 'She is beautiful.'
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Captain Amelia of the R.L.S. Legacy stood before the squinting creature in well-hidden amazement. Under the cover of darkness, only the barest of details could be seen. Daylight, however, revealed all. He had four arms, each as thin and as strong as cables made of maellable diamonds. His hands were dexterous, with long sharp claws on each finger. He had a long slim whip-like tail that was, at the moment, wrapped around his extremely thin waist like a belt. It was his face, though that captured her attention. His face was slim, yet at the same time strong, giving him a slightly aristocratic look. He had six eyes, each blood red, with slits for pupils. He also had long, dark brown hair. If you saw his face alone, he would have been the spitting image of the dread pirate Nathaniel Flint. As it was, his jaws, like the captain of the Vengeance, were filled with long, sharp, pointed teeth. He was dressed in a long dark overcoat and a tricorne hat was perched precariously on his head. A dirty pair of trousers were held up, rather awkwardly, by his tail.
She saw him squinting again and pulled the curtains shut, smiling inwardly at herself, 'From the way he's acting,' she thought, 'you'd think he was some very shy, embarrassed schoolboy.' She then said aloud, "For the sake of proper introductions, what is your name?"
He paused a moment, as though trying to recollect something he had long forgotten and said cautiously, "My name is Christopher Sebastian Lucifer, previously of the merchant ship 'Hotspur', Master Shipwright and captive of Nathaniel Flint for twenty years.
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What will happen next,I wonder? Find out in the next chapter of Tresure Planet: I came, I saw, I fell in Love. :)
