Hi everyone! So school started up again, and I was SO darn busy that I had NO time for fanfiction AT ALL.

It was all schoolwork and grades and doing my job etc. while maintaining a cheerful attitude and a smile on my face, BLECH.

Anyways.

"Lights" will be updated ASAP, I promise! And I will try to finish other stories on hiatus while I can. This story I've been working on since the summer, and me and a friend saw the movie Treasure Planet at a party two days ago, and since then I've been wanting to post this story up.
It's a rough draft and so is Kenya, my OC, but I hope you guys enjoy this.

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Just Treasure Planet regular plotline, with a girl thrown in ;)

How you gonna deal with this, Jim?
Enjoy!

xx, Crystal

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Chapter One: Newcomers

Kenya

There are two kinds of people in this world.

There are good and there are bad.

Unfortunately, the world doesn't work as easy as that.

You don't just get to look at someone and decide whether they're good or bad. You have to realize that sometimes, even after you think you know someone, you don't.

There are another type of people in this world: the Misunderstood.

I was one of those girls.

A tramp, an orphan, a vagrant. People thought I was all bad. Well, I wasn't all bad. Maybe some, but not all. Everyone has a little good in them.

This story isn't all about me, though.

It's also about a boy, who was a lot like me.

It's also about finding love, finding hope, and finding adventure.

But mostly, it's about finding yourself.

The curtains were pulled back, and light streamed into the tiny bathroom.

In the light of the twelve suns of the Montressor Galaxy, I finally got a good look at my haggard, drawn face, lined with grime from a night of work as the cabin girl on a big voyager ship.

I dipped my hands into water that streamed out of a faucet in the sink, and ran water along the edges of my face, along my jawline, on my forehead, where water dampened a few sweaty straggles of hair.

Wiping my face on a fluffy towel hanging by a wooden hook, I raised my face to look at my reflection.

Reflections can be decieving.

I looked halfway-decent in the mirror, but I was a nervous wreck inside.

We were starting a voyage today, which meant twice my regular load of work.

I swept my long brown hair off my back into a messy bun, and straightened out my white off-the shoulders top and rolled up the baggy too-big sleeves. I hiked up my blue shorts, adjusted my everyday worn black flats, and pushed open the door to my bedroom, walking across the front deck, where sailors were preparing for the voyage, and down into the galley.

A tantalizing aroma awaited me, and I smiled when the man mixing something in a pot looked up.

"Morning, Silver! Bonzabeast stew?" I breathed. "Yum. I haven't had that in so long!"

"Yer right!" The man cooking grinned at me. "Want some?"

"Please!" I walked forward quickly, grabbing a bowl and a spoon. "Anything I can do for you after I eat?"

Silver shrugged. "Well, you just get down the grub, and then ya can do me a favor and peel some kalua fruit."

I nodded as Silver filled my bowl with hot, thick Bonzabeast stew. I inhaled the smell.

"Mmm," I whispered, and had a spoonful.

Soon Silver sat down with me, with an equal sized bowl of stew, and the two of us talked, as we did every morning.

"Pleasant night?" Silver asked me.

I shrugged and rubbed my neck. "I didn't sleep too good, actually."

Silver frowned. "Why not, lass?"

"I had some freaky dreams." I tried to laugh it off, but Silver still frowned. "Hmm," he said.

"I'm okay," I assured him. "I can't wait for us to start the voyage. So, where are we going?"

Silver grinned. "Can't say. But you'll know soon enough, I'll reckon."

I nodded and scraped my bowl with the spoon. "This is sooo good. Loooove it. Promise you'll make it again."

Silver chuckled. "Yeah, I promise, lass." As I got up to wash the dishes, Silver grabbed my shoulder. "Now tonight ya just drink some hot milk with some mellowdew in it. It'll make you go righ' to sleep like a drunk sailor."

I nodded. "Okay. Sure."

As I sat down to peel the kalua fruit, I heard footsteps on the stairs.

"That woman! That feline! Who does she think is working for whom?"

"It's my map and she's got me busing tables—"

I blinked, glancing at the stairs. Two men, it sounded like. But who were they? I looked at Silver, who was whistling and paying no heed.

"I'll not tolerate a cross word about our Captain!" growled another voice, this time a familiar one. "There's no finer officer in this or any galaxy."

That was Mr. Arrow, I realized. The Captain's first mate and best friend. I leaned back against the wooden walls.

Then the visitors came into view, and I looked at the two of them, amused. Wow, they made quite a pair.

One of them was dressed in the weirdest space-suit getup I had ever seen, and he was clunking around, rattling the whole outfit. A plug dangled behind him, which made me guess it wasn't even plugged in properly. He didn't look too aggressive, simply the nerdy type, and he looked obviously lost.

The second one was just a boy, about my own age, maybe a year older. He had brown hair and dark blue eyes, tan skin, and was well built. He looked quite...depressed. There was a frown on his face as if it was him against the world. He wore a brown jacket and dark pants, and shuffled forward reluctantly.

"Mr. Silver," greeted Mr. Arrow, crossing his arms and nudging the strange people forward again.

Interested, I swung my legs down from the countertop, continuing to peel but wanting to see what was going on.

Silver dried off his hands on his apron and turned around dramatically, a teasing expression on his face.

"Why, Mr. Arrow, sir! Bringin' such fine and distinguished guests to grace my humble galley. Had I known, I'd 'ave tucked in me shirt!" It was an obvious joke, but neither of the pair smiled.

I raised my eyebrows. What planet were they from?

The boy's eyes widened, and I wondered why. Maybe it was all the metal on Silver's body. He was half man, half machine, and that was probably a bit scary to them if they had never seen a cyborg before.

"May I introduce Dr. Doppler," Mr. Arrow continued. "The financier of our voyage."

The doctor stepped forward timidly. He made a clunking noise.

"Love the outfit, Doc," Silver said cheerily, and let the glare from his robotic eye travel down the doctor's body. The doctor quickly covered between his legs, stammering out a reply: "Well, um, thank you...Love the eye!"

The Doc awkwardly laughed and then pulled the boy forward. "Uh, this young lad is Jim Hawkins!"

The boy looked a bit startled as he was shoved forward towards Silver, and then Silver stretched out his metal hand with all his little metal knives and such on it with a merry grin. "Jimbo!"

Seeing Jim's freaked face, Silver quickly switched the contraptions for regular metal fingers.

Jim continued to glare.

What the hell's his problem? A bit of defensiveness kicked in to me, in protection of Silver and his unusual metal limbs, but I sighed it away and flicked more orangey skin off the kalua fruit instead.

As usual, Silver took it lightly. "Ah, don't be put off by this hunk o' hardware," he told Jim, grabbing a bunch of random ingredients for another batch of Bonzabeast stew from the countertop; slicing, dicing and peeling at rapid time with his metal hand. "These gears 'ave been tough gettin' used to, but they do come in mighty handy from time to time." Silver dumped the mixed ingredients into a pot, added a few spices, stirred, and tasted. "Mmmm!" he said, glancing at me, grinning, and then pouring two bowlfuls for the Doc and Jim.

" 'Ere now," he said proudly. " 'Ave a taste of my famous Bonzabeast stew."

The Doc accepted the bowl and sampled it. "Mmm...delightfully tangy, yet robust!"

"Ole' family recipe," Silver informed him.

I rolled my eyes as a blue eyeball floated to the top of the stew. The Doc let out a very un-manly sort of shriek.

I hid a laugh.

"In fact, dat was part o' the ole' family!" Silver burst out laughing as he ate the eyeball, to the Doc's intense disgust.

It wasn't a first-time joke, Silver repeated it a hell of a lot, laughing harder each new time he did it.

Silver wiped a tear from his eye. "Jest kiddin', Doc. I'm nothin' if I ain't a kidder." He nudged the kid. "Go on, Jimbo, 'ave a swig."

The kid looked down distrustfully at the bowl. Suddenly, the spoon turned into a little pink blob.

Jim gasped and let go of the spoon. The pink blob dove into the bowl and finished off the rest of the stew, chirping happily.

I giggled. Morph.

"Ah, Morph, ya jiggle-headed blob o' mischief!" Silver joked. "So that's where ye was hidin'!"

Morph jumped out of the now-empty bowl and nuzzled against Jim's face, and I first saw him smile. "Wha—" He chuckled as Morph tickled him. "What is that thing?"

"He's a morph," Silver explained. "I rescued the little shape-shifter on Proteus I. He took a side to me, and we been together ever since." Morph chirruped happily and nuzzled under Silver's chin, then flew over to me and flew in a circle around my face. "Kalua, kalua!" He chanted in a squeaky voice.

I used the knife to take off a tiny piece of fruit and fed it to Morph.

Morph gratefully ate it, and nuzzled my cheek.

"You feedin' him my fruit? How many times 'ave I told you not ta feed 'im the fruit? He'll never stop pesterin' ya now!" Silver shook his head, but he winked at me. "Ah, Doc!" He turned back to the Doc and Jim. "I fergot to introduce you two earlier, but this is Kenya Kessler."

I laid down the pan of kalua fruit, slid off the countertop and walked closer to the pair.

"Hi," I said with a nod of my head.

"Hello," Doc smiled at me.

"Hey," said Jim, and a genuine smile appeared on his face.

A bell sounded from above, indicating preparation for takeoff.

"We're about to get underway," Mr. Arrow started for the door. "Would you like to observe the launch, Doctor?"

The doctor beamed. "Would I? Does an active galactic nucleus have superluminal jets?!"

Everyone stared.

"...I'll follow you," The Doc told Mr. Arrow, following him sheepishly up the stairs.

Jim started after them, but Mr. Arrow stopped him with a hand. "Mr. Hawkins will stay here, in your charge, Mr. Silver."

Silver, who was sampling his own stew, choked and spluttered it everywhere.

"Wait," I said, raising my eyebrows challengingly to Mr. Arrow. "That's my job."

"What's your job?" He turned to me, the hard lines in his face looking even harder now, from the stress of managing a voyage.

"Cabin girl." I glared. "I'm not being replaced, am I?"

"Easy does it, Kenni," Silver called, stirring a smoking potful of something. "No one could replace you, lass."

"You and Mr. Hawkins can share the position," Mr. Arrow said sarcastically.

I glanced over at Jim, who was looking in some other direction.

I turned back to Mr. Arrow. "Well—"

He had already turned to talk to Silver.

I sighed and went back to the kalua, which Morph had eaten.

"Really, Morph?" I asked tiredly. "Really?"

Morph giggled.

"Thanks a lot." I sighed.

"Beggin' your pardon, sir, but—" Silver was saying.

"Captain's orders." Mr. Arrow cut him off. "See to it the new cabin boy is kept busy."

Silver and Jim glanced at each other and then back at Mr. Arrow.

"Yes, but—"

"Listen—"

"What—"

"No you can't—"

"I mean, the lad is—"

"You've got to—"

"He's gone," I said dryly, gesturing at the empty stairwell. "Congratulations."

Jim looked at me, then both Silver and Jim sighed, rubbing their eyes simultaneously.

They're both more alike than they know, I realized with a grin, stepping forward.

"Uh, Silver?" I said, reluctantly. "Morph ate your fruit."

"Heaven help me," he moaned.

"It'll be okay," I said with a tiny smile at his expression. "There's more in the cabinet over there. I'll be back, okay? I'm gonna go watch the launch."

Silver sighed and nodded, turning to face Jim.

I scrambled up the stairs to get a nice spot to view the launch on the deck.

Something told me this wasn't gonna be an ordinary journey.

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xx, Crystal