Disclaimer: I don't own Treasure Planet or any of the characters.

This story is going to be very different from "Truth Beneath the Rose" in some ways and similar in others. The main difference is that Jim and the main character have known each other all their lives in this one. Well, enjoy.


Character at 3 years old

'On the clearest of nights, when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful, the great merchant ships with their cargos of Arcturian sura crystals felt safe and secure. Little did they suspect that they were pursued by pirates. And the most feared of all these pirates was the notorious Captain Nathaniel Flint. Like a Candarian zap-wing overtaking its prey-"

"Anya Nicole Scarp," my father's deep voice called as the bedroom door opened and I quickly shut my book.

"You're supposed to be asleep, young lady," he said.

"Daddy, I'm at the best part of the story," I whined. "Please?"

I gave him the large, puppy-like eyes I knew he couldn't resist. My dad sighed and picked me up before sitting on my bed, setting me on his lap.

"Alright, but then you're going to bed, Yaya," he answered.

"Okay, Daddy," I answered and opened my book again.

'Like a Candarian zap-wing overtaking its prey, Flint and his band of renegades swooped in out of nowhere. And then, gathering up their spoils, vanished without a trace.'

"That's so cool," I whispered and my father chuckled.

'Flint's secret trove was never found but stories have persisted that it remains hidden somewhere at the farthest reaches of the galaxy, stowed with riches beyond imagination, the loot of a thousand worlds. Treasure Planet."

The story ended and my father closed the book.

"Alright, time for bed," he said, getting up.

"How do you think he did it, Daddy? How he'd swoop in and then vanish without a trace," I asked.

"I don't know, honey."

"You think someone'll ever find Treasure Planet," I asked as my dad tucked me into bed.

"Baby girl, I think it's more of a legend."

"I know it's real and me and Jimmy are gonna find it," I answered with a yawn.

"You and James Hawkins?"

"Uh-huh. We're gonna find it one day."

"Well, good luck on your adventure," my dad answered and kissed my forehead before turning out the lights.

I snuggled up under my blanket and fell asleep, dreaming about the story of Treasure Planet.


Character at age 15

The wind whipped my short black hair around my face and in front of my amber eyes as I rode on my solar surfer. Jim was right beside me. We rode over a cliff and up through the clouds. I loved the feeling of the tiny water droplets on my skin, just barely soaking through my red tank top where the black jacket I wore exposed it. It was one of Jim's old jackets that he'd given me. Jim and I both flew straight up, into the air, and then let our sails down. Gravity did the rest. I spun around, doing flips, loops and going upside-down multiple times. I couldn't even tell what tricks Jim was performing. I could feel the adrenaline rush through my body as I fell, my board secured to my boots. Just as I was about to hit the ground, I let up my said, flying forward. Jim was right in front of me.

"Yaaaa-hoo," he called, leaning to the right so that his hand nearly touched the ground.

I cried out in excitement; these rides always gave me a thrill. We took a right and headed towards a restricted area. Jim busted right through the only wooden part of the fence. We weaved through the towers, me following behind Jim by only an inch or so. He grinded against a pipe while I flew beside him. The bottom of my board was still messed up from the lat time I tried that. We both went straight through a giant set of rotating gears, just barely making it through.

"Alright," I crowed while Jim called out again.

We both laughed loudly, feeling free and alive. Our fun was ruined when we heard sirens from behind us.

"Oh, great," Jim muttered.

"Killjoys," I mumbled disdainfully.

We were forced to pull over and the robot police took our boards away. One of the cop-bots took Jim on his cruiser while I sat on the other. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Sarah was just going to love this. Ever since my parents died from illness, she had taken me in and allowed me to live with her. She was my legal guardian.


There it is. Hope you like the idea so far. Please R&R