Okay guys! This is something new! Now, since Season 2 of W.I.T.C.H. Gx is delayed until some other projects get completed (seriously, I can't keep doing the same two filters ALL the time).

Now, I've said I'm doing Treasure Planet with an OC, followed by Gohan as apart of the Avengers. These two are going alongside Takato's Time Travel Fic, then a few other ideas will follow after that, so yeah…

Time to get started. These one isn't going to take that many chapters, so it'll go relatively fast. Now, let's get started shall we?

No OCs for this, well not really… Only OC is the one in the fic, and I'm gonna explain some of her backstory a bit later. So, until then…

Disclaimer: RedDragonForce 1 doesn't own Treasure Planet. He only owns the OC in this story.

(Story Begin)

(Chapter Begin)

It was a normal day as usual, pillaging another ship as usual. Stormy lost count after awhile. It was the fifth one that week, but this one was special. The captain held the one sphere that would lead them to the ultimate treasure: Treasure Planet. The Loot of a Thousand Worlds, or so the legend said. Her father had been looking for it for longer than she had been alive; at least that's what he told her. The Captain of the ship, Billy Bones, had managed to get to an escape ship and left the ransacked ship behind.

"Hey, Captain!" said Stormy, "Bones is getting away!"

"Fire the cannons!" replied Captain John Silver, her father, "MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T GET AWAY!"

One of the pirates that stayed on the ship turned the cannon and fired, nicking the ship and disabling the engines, forcing it to crash land into the nearest planet, which happened to be Montresser.

The whole crew got back to the ship and headed after the wounded Captain. When they landed, they noticed they were at an inn. Strange… but not a problem, given that they weren't going to have a problem getting the sphere from whoever lived there, since they were civilians. The Crew started their assault, with Captain Silver in the lead. Stormy held back, hearing a noise from around back. Stormy headed around the inn, only for an animal drawing a cart to fly by in front of her. She was only able to catch a glimpse of who was driving, but it was enough to tell who had just left.

"Stormy!" demanded Silver, "Why d'you let them go!?"

"Cool it dad," replied Stormy, a little miffed that he gets angry VERY easily, "I got a look at who they were."

"And, what does that tell us?" asked Silver.

"It tells us our next move," replied Stormy.

"Then where do we go!?" demanded Scroop, the Scorpion who was third in command.

"Montresser Space Port," explained Stormy, "We need to look for a voyage wanting volunteers. Sponsored by one Doctor Delbert Doppler, specifically."

"Why him?" asked Silver.

"I recognized his face, and he's the only one with enough respect, and money, to get a ship financed and ready within the week. Let's get going," said Stormy.

"You heard her," said Silver, "To the Space Port!"

(AN1)

It wasn't that hard, acting as upstanding crew, but it still took nearly a week to get the ship ready for when the Doctor, who funded this voyage, alongside a kid, which Stormy also recognized from that night, if only briefly. She noticed them heading to the Captain's quarters, before heading down to check on her dad.

"So, how's supper coming along?" asked Stormy, "The crew will probably be hungry in about an hour."

"It's not bad; I'm just hoping…" replied Silver, before being cut off by First Mate Mr. Arrow walking in with the boy from before. Silver stopped what he was doing and cleaned up slightly to greet the newcomer.

"Mr. Silver?" said Mr. Arrow, getting their attention, "Ms. Silver?"

"Why, Mr. Arrow, sir," said Mr. Silver, cleaning off his knife and left hand on his apron, changing his knife into his robotic hand before continuing while bowing, "bringing in such fine folk into my humble galley. Why, if we'd known there'd be such company, I'd've tucked in me shirt!"

"Come off it, Dad, you're embarrassing me" replied Stormy, tugging his apron out, "Sorry about him. The name is Stormy Silver and this is my father, John. Mr. Arrow, who do we have here?"

Stormy took a good look at Jim, before feeling something stir within her. She adverted her gaze before the feeling became too much and instead focused on Mr. Arrow.

"A Cyborg," gasped Jim in a whisper, barely being heard by Stormy.

'Oh crap, Bones blabbed on us,' thought Stormy, though the others couldn't tell, as her face masked her emotions brilliantly.

"This is Doctor Doppler, the financier of our voyage," replied Mr. Arrow, while none-to-subtly pushing the dog-man forward.

"That's quite the suit you got there, Doc," said Mr. Silver, using his robotic eye's scanning mode to get some specs on it.

"Um… thanks, love the eye…" replied Doctor Doppler, trying to cover himself from the red eye scanning him, before moving Jim forward with even less subtly than Mr. Arrow did with him. Anything to put something or someone between that eye and him, "By the way, this is Jim Hawkins."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hawkins," started John, moving his hand forward to shake Jim's, only for it to be five fingers of dangerous weapons instead.

"DAD!" yelled Stormy, putting his hand down, "Don't slice and dice our new shipmate. It's rude, not to mention grounds for dismissal from the journey."

"My apologies," said Silver, pulling his hand back, changing it into the regular robotic hand, "That happens sometimes…"

"And sometimes on purpose! Go back to making supper already!" said Stormy, trying to push her father away from the lad, it wouldn't do not to gain his trust, "Sorry about him. Nice to meet you."

Jim stiffly shook her hand, not once taking his eyes of her father's mechanical parts.

"Don't be intimidated by this hunk of hardware," said Silver, cutting up a few items for the soup, almost cutting his hand off in the process, "it does come in handy at times."

He finished off his presentation by adding a few eggs and stirring it up before heating it and adding it to the soup mix. A little bit of seasoning, and the soup was done. He poured up two bowls and handed them to the newcomers, "Have a bit of me famous 'Bonzabeast Stew', won't ya?"

Doppler tasted it a bit of it, and found it enjoyable, "A little tangy, yet slightly robust."

"It's an old family recipe," replied Silver smoothly.

Suddenly, an eye peeked out at that exact moment, giving the cue for Stormy.

"In fact, that's part of the old family!" she joked, before both Silvers chuckled a bit. That was a classic joke indeed.

"We're just pulling your leg," said Silver while he plucked the eye and ate it.

"My apologies," said Stormy, trying to cover her giggles, giving a spoon to Jim, "My dad can be such a joker sometimes."

"Thanks," said Jim, a bit reserved, taking the spoon.

"Go on now, Jimbo," said Silver, moving towards him, "Try some yourself."

Before Jim could take a bite however, the spoon seemed to move on its own and ate the mouthful that it was carrying before changing into a blob with eyes.

"Of course," sighed Stormy, the one spoon she picks up.

"There you are, Morphy," said Silver, as 'Morphy' turned into a straw and slurped up the rest of the soup, "I was wondering where you were hiding!"

"What is he?" asked Jim, as Morphy got a good look at him before changing into a mini-Jim and mimicked his movements.

"His species is a Morph," explained Stormy, "or, at least from what we know. He's the only one we've ever seen."

"I rescued him on Proteus One," said Silver, "the fella took a shine to me and he and I have been together ever since. Several years at that; heck, even longer than little Stormy's been with me."

"Strange that…" said Stormy, looking curious at Morph's actions.

"What is?" asked Jim, as Morphy snuggled with him for a few seconds.

"He hasn't taken a shine to someone so soon since, well, me," explained John, "Took a few weeks before he started trusting Stormy, and she's me daughter!"

Suddenly, the bell rang, giving the signal for final preparations before launch to be completed.

"Dr. Doppler, would you like to observe the launch?" asked Mr. Arrow.

"WOULD I!?" exclaimed Doppler, excited as a young boy meeting his idol, "Does an active Galactic Nucleus have super luminal jets!?"

His joke was met with the same expression on four faces: Not funny.

"I'll follow you," said Doppler, thoroughly embarrassed now.

Mr. Arrow turned and stopped Jim from following the two of them.

"Mr. Hawkins will stay here, in your charge, Mr. Silver," said Mr. Arrow.

"BUT!" complained both Silver and Jim.

"Captain's orders," countered Mr. Arrow with such ferocity that intimidated them into silence, "See to it that the new cabin boy stays busy."

"Yes sir, Mr. Arrow," said Stormy, attempting to diffuse any more anger out of him.

"Thank you, Ms. Silver," replied Mr. Arrow, before heading up to the deck.

"Stormy, what are you doing?" asked John, "I'm in charge of this here Galley!"

"Dad, get used to it! Jim is our new co-worker. Like it or not, deal with it," replied Stormy, before she went over to wash some dirty pots and pans.

(AN2)

"Whatever," added Jim, not liking the situation more than John.

"I'm just a humble Cyborg," said John, trying to make conversation, "I can't argue against direct orders from a Captain like that."

"Yeah," agreed Jim, before noticing something familiar, "Ya'know, these purps are kinda like the ones back home… on Montresser. You ever been there?"

Stormy just rolled her eyes at the obvious disguised question, since all three kinda already knew the answer.

"Can't say that I have, Jimbo," replied Silver, "These are probably imported from the surface. Closest availability in these parts, no?"

"True, but," replied Jim, "Come to think of it, just before I left, I met this old guy. He was, let's see, he was looking for an old friend of his. A Cyborg friend that is."

"Really?" asked Silver.

"Yeah, what was that old salamander's name?" asked Jim, feigning hard thinking by bringing the purp up to his forehead, before continuing, "Oh, Bones. That's his name, Billy Bones."

"Bones?" wondered John, trying hard not to reveal himself, his cyborg parts not making it too easy, "Can't say I know any lizard by that name. Billy's a common name, and Bones? Well, there's a thousand Bones in this Galaxy. Nevertheless, it must be a different Cyborg. In fact, just in the past week alone we saw four others traveling through the spaceport on our time off. Isn't that right, Stormy?"

"I counted five," replied Stormy, moving to another pot, as she had listened in on the conversation from the beginning.

Just then, a whistle blew.

"Get ready to cast off," called out Mr. Arrow from up top.

"Ah, get out of here. Go see the launch, you two, there'll be plenty to do once we cast off," informed Mr. Silver.

"You sure dad?" asked Stormy, as Jim was already heading up the stairs.

"Just keep an eye on him, dear," said John, feeding a cookie to Morphy, "We can't have him wandering into trouble, now can we?"

Stormy smiled; truly it was one of her better traits, undercover work.

"Sure thing dad," replied Stormy, before heading upstairs.

It didn't take long before the R.L.S. Legacy was in the sun, absorbing sunlight for it's Solar Sails. Unfortunately, they soon left the gravitational field of the spaceport, allowing them to float for a few moments before the Artificial Gravity was engaged, bringing everyone back down. Jim and Stormy landed safely, as did everyone else besides Doppler, the poor guy.

"South by Southwest, Mr. Turnbuckle, bearing 2-1-0-0," informed the Captain.

"Yes Captain," replied Mr. Turnbuckle, the helmsman at the wheel.

"Full speed, Mr. Arrow," continued Captain Amelia.

"Take her away," informed Mr. Arrow through a pipe that connected to a lower level.

"Brace yourself, kid," said Stormy, holding onto a railing connected to the mast.

"You kidding? I go faster on a jet board," replied Jim, as he headed to the side railing as the ship took off and jumped up onto the ropes.

It didn't take long to get out of range from Montresser and out into deep space. There, they ran into hundreds of orcas galacticus.

"I've never seen so many at once in my life before," said Stormy, heading to Jim's side of the ship, looking both above and below.

As soon as that excitement was over, John called over to them.

"JIMBO! I've got two new friends for you to meet," said Silver, before pulling out a mop and bucket from behind his back, "Say hello to Mr. Mop, and Mrs. Bucket."

(AN3)

"Yippee," replied Jim, 'enthusiastically'.

"Stormy, you and me need to get back to the galley. Supper needs to be finished soon!" added John, heading back to the galley himself.

"Be right there!" replied Stormy, before turning sheepishly to Jim, "Sorry, Jim. Gotta go."

"It's okay," replied Jim, shrugging his shoulders, "It's nothing I'm not used to."

Stormy turned to head off while Jim got started on mopping when another crew member walked by, one of his four arms hitting Jim. He turned around and glared at Jim.

"Watch it, twerp!" he said rudely.

"Hey!" interrupted Stormy; hearing the shove, turning around, "Move along, bucko!"

The crewman turned to glare at Stormy, receiving a knowing glare in return, before he wisely moved on. Jim got back to mopping before noticing some crewman whispering from the other side of the deck. They stopped when one of them noticed him and got the other two to shut up and they all looked at him.

"What are you looking at, weirdo," said one of them, before his 'head' walked off his body onto the barrel they were hanging around.

The body suddenly had a face that started to talk as well, "Yeah, weirdo!"

Then Stormy heard the last voice she wanted to hear on this voyage. Scroop decided to head down the side ladder that Jim was previously on and got in his face.

"Cabin boys should learn to mind their own business," he said seriously.

"Why?" quipped Jim, alarming Stormy, "You got something to hide, bright eyes?"

"Maybe your ears don't work so well," continued Scroop, getting in his face, pulling him off the ground.

"Yeah, (cough)" replied Jim, just to irritate the scorpion even more, "to bad my nose works just fine."

"Why you impudent little…" started Scroop, putting Jim up against a mast.

"HEY!" said Stormy, getting between them and grabbing Scroop's hand that was holding onto Jim, "Leave him alone! If you guys don't want eavesdroppers, then take your conversation elsewhere!" demanded Stormy.

(AN4)

"Looks like the little girl wants in on this, doesn't she?" taunted Scroop, getting cheers from the other crewmates. He let go of Jim and turned both claws on Stormy, who backed up ever so slightly as to not get 'pinched' by those claws.

"What?" smirked Stormy, as she continued to back up from Scroop, "Can't handle sound advice?"

"I wouldn't be threatening my daughter, if I were you," interrupted John Silver, grabbing Scroop's left claw with his mechanical hand, in a pincer-like vice, "Otherwise, you'd see just how much 'pressure' this 'cook' can give."

Silver upped the tightness of the grip when he said 'pressure', just for emphasis.

"What's all this, then?" demanded Mr. Arrow, getting everyone's attention, "You know the rules. There will be no brawling on this ship. Any further offenders will be confined to the brig for the remainder of the voyage. Am I clear, Mr. Scroop?"

"Transparently, Mr. Arrow," replied Scroop, after getting a meaningful look from Mr. Silver, though Jim wasn't paying attention.

"Well done, Mr. Arrow," 'praised' John, sending the other crewmates back to work, "A tight ship's a happy ship, sir!"

"Thanks, Dad," said Stormy, looking grateful.

"What have I told you about picking your fights, Stormy?" reprimanded Silver, "And you, Jimbo. I gave you a job to do!"

"And I was doing it until that… that bug," started Jim.

"Belay that!" countered John, "Now, you better get this deck swabbed spotless by the time I return, and heaven help you if you don't! Stormy, get back to the kitchen and resume your duties!"

"Yes, dad," replied Stormy, giving her dad a somewhat dark look, before heading back to the galley.

A few minutes later, John entered the galley to find his daughter and all his crew waiting on him.

"So, we're all here," said John, as the lookout rushed in and took his place at a table, "Now, let me be frank about this: HAVE YOU ALL GONE COMPLETELY BLOOMIN' MAD!?"

He changed his hand into a sword and took a few swipes, forcing his crew to duck or be beheaded, before continuing on, "After all that work we put into making ourselves looking like an upstanding crew, you want to blow the whole mutiny before it's time!?"

"The boy was sniffing about," explained Scroop.

"Like hell he was," said Stormy, walking up next to her father, facing Scroop, "The moment any of you saw him, you could just have easily walked away and continued your conversation elsewhere. No need to start any commotion with him!"

"She right!" agreed John, "so just stick to the plan from now on, you bug-brained TWIT! And don't be worried about the boy. I'll have him run so ragged, he wouldn't even have time to think twice other than doing what I say."

With that, he dismissed everyone back to their posts, before noticing his daughter looking put out as she sighed a bit overdramatically.

"Now, darling, don't be pulling that act with me!" said John, "I raised you now!"

"Yeah, your perfect little actress," replied Stormy, turning on him, "thirteen years I've been with ya; only two of them as your second-in-command! I can't keep doing this."

"Now, dearie," said John, "This is the last trip. After we get ourselves that portion of treasure, we can do whatever we want. You and me, together, riding the stars with no one to answer to!"

"After everything we've been through to get this far, everything YOU'VE been through?" countered Stormy, "I'm not even sure this treasure will be worth it."

"Now see here," said Silver, stepping closer to her, "You stow that talk. If it weren't for you, I'd still be chasing false leads instead of finding Bones when I did. This will be worth it. The loot of a thousand worlds! Can you even imagine what that'll bring us?"

"Not enough," replied Stormy, looking away from her father before heading to the back room, where they were staying on the ship.

Silver sighed. Stormy had been getting a bit more agitated with him and his crew lately. He didn't understand what was going on, and the fact that she was currently a teenage girl didn't help matters. He often wondered what life would have been like if he hadn't found her that day, thirteen years ago. Somehow, he just couldn't imagine life right now without his eighteen-year-old daughter keeping him in line.

(AN5)

He finished up in the galley and took the leftovers to throw overboard when he noticed Jim finishing up, and having done a good job of it too. He smiled, having thought of a brilliant excuse to get Jim to follow everything he said to the letter, and maybe then some. It wasn't easy at first: the topic about Jim's father, Mr. Hawkins, making it awkward, especially seeing that Silver recognized the name, but he couldn't place it. After that, he was able to coax Jim into listening him, though he wouldn't be going easy on him, something Jim was just asking for. The voyage had just begun, and it looked like it was going to be a long one.

(Chapter End)

Yep, it will be. But this story won't be, unless I can lengthen it! Alrighty guys, that's the first chapter of my new story. Digimon is next, then back here for another chapter.

Stay tuned, and I hope you guys like this! (More explanations will come. It's THAT kind of story…)

Author Notes are next!

AN1: What!? A, she's a girl; B, She's SMART; (that's gonna come into play later on.); and C, She pays attention to where they are and who's who in that part of the system.

AN2: That's never said, yet always done where I work. Seriously, I work in Dietary and have experienced this very thing more than once.

AN3: As if there isn't ENOUGH reminders about Dietary work… Why did write this fic again? (LOLZ!)

AN4: Again, she's SMART! Seriously, that would have avoided the whole situation. It's not like they're on a big ship or something and can head to another level… Let me restate that earlier comment, she's the ONLY smart pirate on that vessel, except perhaps John Silver.

AN5: Simple Math (people scream) (RDF1: GET OVER IT, you lunatics. Math is math, not evil incarnate) points to her being five when John Silver found her. Let me know what you think of this in the reviews.

Alright, now that this has been started, time for Digimon once more!

Later,

RDF1