Hello all! Yuni here! Listen, this is the prologue to give you the preview of the main character's ideals and what happened in the story. It kind of starts near the end like in Emperor's New Groove, but it's explained in the next chapters.

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~Prologue~

I walked into the Benbow Inn. My brother had already sneaked in and got a room, leaving me to handle my own with the hand full of coins he had given me. He made sure our "treasure" was safe and sound before I came in. He signaled me with his room light, flashing it a couple of times.

I sat at a table, yawning and shaking a little from the adventure. Just to help my brother reclaim freedom I had to fend off space pirates, save a maiden who seemed to pull her own well, and keep my brother from exposing himself too much. Okay, the last part was mostly me being stubborn and trying to make myself look smart. Truth of the matter, it was I who would blow a man's cover if I did something incredibly dumb.

A kind looking woman approached me. She asked of what I wanted to drink and I pleaded 'water'. After only being to drink that bloody and vile stuff called rum all the time, I needed it. It was the only form of liquid on the ship besides the purps! I swore on my life, that before I space again I'll carry a dozen barrels of the heavenly fluid we all call water. It was pure torture.

The woman carried out a pitcher of water and a glass filled to the brim. I thanked her and began to gorge on it. If I wasn't exaggerating before, I am now: I was in pure paradise to taste the sweet life giving liquid.

A man wearing a beige shirt and rather shaggy hair do sat down at the table. I eyed him as I took another sip of the ice water in my cup, only to chew on some, due to the cubes that were poured into my mouth. He had his hands crossed in front of his face and was eying me curiously. When I set my drink down, I asked, "Do you need something, sir?" He smirked and replied, "Well, I was just coming down to check on my mom, then I spotted you." I began to eye him quizzically. He chuckled and shook his head, saying, "You look off ally familiar. Kind of like an old spacer I know. The clothing sure looks like his old threads." I blinked and leaned forward.

He was referring to my use to be oversized black jacket I took in and the cream shirt that my brother had given me. The pants of course were handed to me by another ally of ours. The fact that I could sew sure got my brother in laughing fit. No one in his family really sewed well. They considered it a woman's thing to sew, but me being partially raised in an orphanage; I kind of took up the liberty of learning from my peers. "Well, I'm not sure as to who you're referring to, sir, but who's to say it is the same old sailor? I mean, is this not spacing attire," I asked while motioning to my outfit of choice.

He let out a small chuckle again and grinned. "Point made. What's your name anyway," he prodded. I learned from my brother that if I was confronted of the name, I should spare no display of emotion, so I did just that. Let me see... Jack Nickals would work! I thought to myself. "Jack Ansel Nickals. What of you? I'm sure I've seen you in the news, or maybe the paper," I prodded back. He smirked and said as I took another sip of water. "The name's Jim...," He began.

I raised an eyebrow in mid sip. "Jim Hawkins," he finished. I began to choke on ice, and grabbed a napkin from the holder in the center of the table to catch it. What the devil...? I thought as I looked at him with a now shocked look. "'James Pleaides Hawkins'? The 'James Pleaides Hawkins'," I asked in surprise. He nodded and said, "The one and only!" I continued to gape, but soon closed my mouth for as my brother said, "If ye continue to stand there like tha', I'll use ye ta decorate the bow of the ship!" I snickered, "Man, now I know I've heard of you! My brother won't shut up about you!" Jim blinked.

He looked at me quizzically once more and asked, "Oh really?" I nodded. "My brother is a big time story teller. He's told various tales of pirates and spacing. His favorite is the one where a cabin boy saved a crew and discovered 'The Loot of a Thousand Worlds'. He says he accumulated the story by listening in on rumors and tales of other stories. Though there is one particular thing he isn't good at," I explained.

Jim leaned in, now curious. I leaned in as well to whisper, "He hates games, since the old guy is a sore loser." At this Jim rubbed his chin. He pondered to himself, "Why does that ring a bell?" I froze instantly while his focus remained on the floor. Had I given to much information away? I'd give anything to read minds, for if he knew my brother, to the gallows of us both.

Jim looked up and I hid my fear like simple secret. "Don't worry 'Jack Nickals'," he said. I knew he figured it out when he emphasized my phony name. He then winked at me out of nowhere. "Your secrets safe with me." My mouth hung open for the second time during our meeting. "I'm good friends with your brother. I wouldn't dare turn him or you in." He got up and walked away at that moment.

I sat there, grinning at the fact that my brother had someone he could trust well in the Inn. But how well could we trust him? You see, my story is not as simple as you think. And to make things clear, I'll have to tell you from the beginning.

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You know the deal... Review! But ummm... no harsh criticism. Please? This is what... my third serious fic? Wow... I'm a parody freak! O_O