Jim was trapped.
His eyes fluttered open and he winced at the alarming brightness. He quickly adjusted to the lighting, sitting up and glancing around. He was no longer in his warm, cosy bed back in the rebuilt Ben-Bow Inn. He wasn't in his dorm at the Academy. Instead, he found himself sitting at the bottom of what appeared to be a bowl. The white walls around him curved gently and sloped upwards. Above him was just a plain white sky.
For some reason, Jim felt panicked. He shot to his feet and ran at full speed up the slope. As he escalated it, the wall became to steep and Jim tumbled back to the bottom of the bowl. Panting, he tried again, attempting to grip to something to pull himself up. Instead, his nails just scrapped the white china and he fell backwards. As he curled into a bowl, a cruel laugh echoed through the air.
Jim glanced up to the sky to see the face of a Felind hover over the edge of the bowl. Gleaming white fangs grinned at him; emerald green eyes were fixed on him mischeviously. The Felind's red hair was combed back neatly and classic cheekbones cut through her face. Jim's stomach dropped through his shoes. The Felind turned and the spout of a teapot appeared over the bowl.
Jim almost fainted; he was in Captain Amelia's teacup!
Screaming, Jim ran once again the wall in a vain attempt to scale it. Amelia laughed menacingly.
"Incy, wincy spider climbed up the water spout!" She sang in her thick English accent. "Down came the rain and washed the spider out!" With another evil laugh, Amelia tilted the teapot spout downwards and a creamy brown liquid started to fill the teacup. Steam rose from it's ever-expanding surface; tiny bubbles floated to the top. Jim yelled as the boiling tea reached his knees.
As he slowly started to drown in the steaming tea, the last things he could hear was the horrible laughing of Captain Amelia.
"Arrg-"
"-ghh!"
Jim fell out of his bed with a loud thump. He scrambled around his sheets, leaping to his feet. He was in his room. Quickly, he ran his hands through his hair and over his night shirt- dry as a bone. Confused, Jim glanced around his bedroom. No teacups, no teapots, no tea. No Captain Amelia.
"Jim!" Called a voice. "Come down here! Your breakfast is getting cold!"
"Coming Mom!" Jim called back. Sighing with relief, he quickly dressed into his usual cargo pants and loose shirt and headed downstairs. He thundered down the stairs, leaping over the last three steps and landing loudly.
"Take your time running down those stairs, Mr Hawkins."
Jim froze. He gingerly glanced over his shoulder. Sitting and the table by the window was the Captain herself, dressed in a smart casual blouse and black trousers. She blinked; her green eyes were freshly awake. On her lap sat her toddler daughter, Sky, who was clutching a nursery rhyme pop-up book in her toddler hands. She had her mother's bright eyes but was more welcoming rather than her mother's cold stare. Her blonde hair fell in curls, like a halo aorund her head.
She grinned at Jim before opening her mouth and starting to belt out one of her nursery rhymes: "Incy vincy spider ran up da water spout. Down came the rain and washed da spider out." She repeated the same line, a frown forming on her little face as if she couldn't remember the last two lines.
Amelia chuckled. "Out came the sun and dried up all the rain," She sang, helping her daughter. "And incy wincy spider climbed up the spout again."
Sky giggled with pleasure as her mother tickled her sides. Amelia glanced up and frowned at the teenagers before her. "Something wrong Mr Hawkins?"
Jim's face had turned a shade of green mixed with white. He backed up slowly before bolting towards the kitchen.
Mwhaha! Jim is afraid of being in Amelia's teacup! I can't remember how long I've been meaning to post this, probably over a year at least. R&R!