The dark figure slinked in the shadows of the crowded bar, barely noticeable to anyone, and snuck through the rotting wooden door under the stairs. Closing it softly behind him he drew out a velvet pouch that jingled, causing the mud coloured toad to look up from the silver dagger he'd been examining. The figure chucked the sack of coins on the paint chipped table. "What cans yer tell me abouts Flint's trove?" His voice was cold and demanding.

The toad slowly drew out a coin from the pouch and rolled it between he index finger and thumb. "Captain Nathaniel Flint was a cleaver creature; he set a trap for whoever stumbled upon his treasure." He said it as if he was telling a story to an infant. "He made sure his treasure got away from the exploding planet by creating a portal that all the treasure would go through when the planet exploded. The portal is said to be floating where Treasure Planet once sat, only by spilling Flint's descendants' blood onto the portal will it open. Even then, you'll have to go through the portal and come back alive again." He ended with a soft chuckle, eyes never leaving the golden coin in his grasp.

The figure snarled. "Ands who the bloody hell is his descendant?!" What female in her right mind would have slept with Nathaniel Flint and carried his offspring?

The toad stayed silent and looked at him with a blank stare. The figure groaned and dropped another velvet pouch on the table. The toad smiled.

"Flint had a half-sister, part human. Apparently she went onto have a son with a human, her son then had a daughter. As legend has it at least, believe what you will."

"Is thats all yers knows?"

The toad nodded, his beady eyes still not leaving the coin. The figure advanced towards the toad and in one swift motion sliced his throat with a dagger he'd been hiding under his cloak. The toad lolled forward in his chair, his head hitting the table with a soft 'thud'. The figure gathered his velvet pouches and swiped the golden coin from the already cold fingers.

He didn't look back as he slipped out the door.

Silver hiked into the large glistening ballroom, being careful to avoid getting in the way of dancing couples. He made is way to a thirty foot long table, covered with a pristine pearly white tablecloth, and carefully placed the sparkling dishes on it. He then made his way back to the kitchens to prepare more bread rolls.

John Silver had cleared himself of all piracy and had landed himself a job as chef aboard one of the finest merchant ships in the entire galaxy. Roaming the galaxy in a cramped longboat on your own wasn't exactly fun, so Silver decided to use some of his only talents, cooking and 'that kind of flim-flammery' (as Captain Amelia had so lovely put it), to acquire a job.

Silver grinned at the memory of trying to sweet-talk the Captain and her, with her sharp-wit, telling him to save his flim-flammery for spaceport floozies.

His mind wandered as he rolled dough, thinking about Jimbo. He hadn't written to Jim in a while now, with this on his mind he swore to sit down in his cabin tonight and write him a letter.

Jim whizzed through the air on his newly improved solar surfer, whooping and cheering the whole way, he turned at the last minute to stop himself from crashing into the cliffs edge. The wind whistled in his ears and tugged at his hair, Jim couldn't get enough of it, and he sped up. Even now, at the age twenty-one, Jim Hawkins still thrived on the adrenalin rush; the danger of not knowing what was around the corner thrilled him.

Jim had graduated from the Interstellar Academy, at the top of his class, a year ago now. He was now a fully trained spacer, going on voyages and adventures with Captain Amelia; he was also Captain Amelia's first officer after Mr. Arrow. Jim was on his way back from training new recruits, the training course had lasted four weeks and he was happy to be going home for a little while to relax and spend time with his mum.

Jim pulled to a stop outside the Benbow Inn and smiled, feeling good to be back. He strode into the overflowing Inn and saw B.E.N waiting on tables, before he could take another step he was attacked by a floating blob of pink. Morph licked Jim's face and nuzzled into his neck, purring cutely.

"Hey Morph, how you been?" Jim asked as the little blob came to rest on his shoulder.

"How you been." Morph repeated and moulded into a mini Jim.

Jim chuckled and tickled the blob until it turned back into its original form. "Where's mum?" he asked.

"Mum, mum, mum!" Morph grinned. Morph had grown quite attached to Sarah while Jim had been away at the Academy. He flew upstairs, motioning for Jim to follow.

Sarah was changing bed sheets in one of the rooms, she was so wrapped up in what she was doing she didn't notice Jim come in. Morph rushed to Sarah, who gasped in shock when he appeared out of no where and hovered a few feet in front of her face.

"Morph, you startled me," she breathed out. She was about to get back to work when she was grabbed around her middle, lifted into the air and swung around in a circle. She let out a short scream.

When she was put back on solid ground she turned to face the only person with enough gall to do that. "Jim, don't scare me like that!" she said in false anger, but a grin soon broke out on her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He returned her hug and chuckled. "Sorry, couldn't resist," he told her and pulled away.

"How was training?" She picked the yellow bedspread up and passed a corner to Jim, who got the hint and started to pull the duvet through.

"It was good; the new recruits are coming along nicely. I know some of them from the Academy."

"That's good," she picked up her laundry basket and took it to the next room where she stripped the bedcovers. "Does B.E.N know you're back yet?"

"No, I slipped right past him," B.E.N would have overreacted again and made a big fuss, saying that Jim had been away forever!

"You'd better go say hi to him; he'll be upset if he finds out you've ignored him."

"I wasn't ignoring him; I was just putting the destruction on hold." Jim chuckled and began to imagine just what the crazy robot would do once B.E.N spotted him.

Just going to say that some character's dialogue is intentionally written the way it is. Thank you for chosing to read this story, please leave a review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism welcome, Flames not so much.

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