So, I watched Treasure Planet recently, and I had this idea, so I decided to see what people think! This is an AU where Jim gets kidnapped by Silver and his pirate crew, and Jim slowly but surely begins to become a pirate himself! Before I post a chap 2, I would like for some people's opinions on this idea and story so please review or PM! If anyone has ideas, please share!

This story may contain OCs in the form of Silver's crew, because I really don't like his crew in the movie (Scroop is creepy X_X) but it isn't for sure, so please share your opinions on that! Don't worry about Mary/Gary-sues, I'm pretty good at making unique characters c:

Disclaimer's on my prof.!

Please enjoy the story, and share ideas/opinions!

James Hawkins had always lived on Montressor with his mother, helping her run the Inn that was their main income source. At seventeen years of age, Jim stood at five-foot-nine, with slightly tanned skin and grey eyes, he had brown hair that was trimmed to the top of his jaw aside from a small braid at the nape of his neck. He dressed casually, with a dark, baggy jacket, simple undershirt and loose fitting pants. He was viewed as a troublemaker, and they were somewhat right (at least he didn't get into trouble all the time). He was a genius when it came to mechanics, building his own solar surfer as a kid, and he was more observant than most other's his age.

For as long as Jim could remember, Montressor was a boring, dull planet. Even its space port, a bustling cluster of homes, shops and ship docks, was still too peaceful. Nothing ever happened, at least nothing Jim knew of.

But still, the space port as better than Montressor itself, and so that was why he had eagerly gone when his mother informed him they needed to restock on supplies.

Jim took a deep breath happily as he exited the shuttle, running a hand through his hair as he looked around. As always, the space port was buzzing with life, people of all different species going about their day. With a glance around, Jim grinned, dropping the solar surfer he held under an arm. He jumped onto the hovering board, and with a nudge of his heel, took off down the paved road, eager to order the supplies his mother needed so that he could spend the rest of his time at the space port freely.

The lithe teen easily made his way through the crowds, swerving around crowd members and ignoring any cusses sent his way. He squeezed through the people that occupied the streets, a small smile making him look like he was nothing but trouble.

Finally, he reached his first destination: The Silver Skiff. It was a simple establishment, chock-full of ingredients for food. Jumping off his surfer, he tucked the board under his arm once more, entering the building. The owner, a portly human, knew Jim well after years of business from his mother, and he smiled when he saw the teen enter.

"Ah, Jim! What can I do for ya this fine day?" He called over, waving at the boy from behind a long counter. The shop was oddly busy, several people milling about.

Jim smiled slightly, moving over.

"Hey Mr. Flanigan." He greeted casually, leaning against the counter casually, looking at the aged wood. "Mom sent me to order some supplies. She needs it delivered asap, too."

"Been busy at th' Inn, eh?" Mr. Flanigan asked as he turned away, searching for a set of order sheets.

Jim shrugged, glancing around quietly, bringing no attention to himself as he studied some of the people. A man was dressed up in nice clothing, showing he was of richer blood than most others around Montressor. Another, a woman, Jim could see lived on the space port. Her clothes, although nice, were not the finest. Wife of a tailor, if Jim had to guess. He recognized the unique cross-stitching along the woman's dress hem, it was used by one of the more popular tailor's on the space port. A child clung to his father's leg, the man and his son dressed humbly. Like Jim himself, no doubt also from the surface of Montressor. Another person was in the building, but Jim couldn't get a good view of whoever it was through the shelves.

Jim returned his attention to the task at hand as the order papers were set before him, and he began to fill them out as he answered Mr. Flanigan's question.

"Not too bad, just that time of the year, y'know?"

"Aye, I do." Flanigan replied, taking the offered papers and glancing over them. "Alright, looks like everythin's in order. I'll have all this delivered by th' end of th' week, if not sooner."

"Thanks." Jim said, voice quiet.

The older human turned, setting aside the papers and grabbing a purp. He tossed it to Jim, who caught it deftly as he backed towards the door.

"Give your mother my best!"

The teen raised a hand in acknowledgement as he turned-

He bumped into someone, making him gasp slightly in alarm as he stumbled back, sharp grey eyes flashing up, and grip tightening around his solar surfer.

A cyborg, built on the heavier side, stood before him. His right arm, leg and eye were all robotic, crafted from crude metal. His eye was a piercing amber, staring at Jim from a golden shell. He was dressed...Oddly. Jim hadn't seen anyone before who was dressed like him, but judging by how the man smelled of nothing but clean air, Jim guessed he worked on a ship.

The man smiled down at him crookedly.

"Ah, sorry t'ere lad, I thought ye saw me behind ye!"

Jim felt on edge around this man. Something was off, and he didn't like it.

"No, my bad." He muttered in return, dark eyes mistrusting.

The man seemed to notice and frowned slightly, raising a brow. But within seconds, his smile was back.

"Better be careful, lad. Don' want t' bump inta someone who isn' nice like me, aye?"

Jim nodded.

"Yeah...Yeah, I'll be more careful."

The teen then quickly strode to the door, purp clutched in one hand, the other holding his surfer tightly.

Jim never liked strangers.

When he was outside, he took a bite from the purp, the taste of it sweet on his tongue and helping him feel a bit less tense. Glancing up and down the street, the teen then dropped his solar surfer and jumped on, taking off for the next stop on his supply run.

He zipped along, his board fast even without the sail up. He enjoyed his fresh purp as he searched for the next shop he needed to stop by.

The ship docks were Jim's favorite place of the space port, by far. He enjoyed watching ships dock and shove off, and he could always easily guess what the ships were made of, what type of engines they used, even the year the ship was likely to have been manufactured.

So that was why he now was gliding slowly along the docks, board humming as it hovered over the ground. The docks were not as busy as the main streets, but they were still decently crowded, and so Jim was a bit more cautious than on the streets, avoiding any ship crews that were carrying crates.

And then, he saw a ship he had never, ever seen.

Coming to a halt, Jim stepped off his solar surfer and kicked it up, catching it under his arm.

"Woah..."

The ship towered above Jim as he neared it. The vessel likely could hold over fifty people, and Jim could easily see that it had powerful engines. The ship's sails were secured, a sign that the crew was likely taking shore leave while docked at the space port.

Jim glanced around, trying to determine whether any member of the ship's crew was around. Seeing no one paying him any attention, the boy grinned and went to the gangplank. He clambered up, looking around in awe once onboard.

"This is awesome...!" He laughed out, turning and staring up at the masts and tied sails as he shuffled back a few steps. This was like a naval ship, but it lacked the regal flags all such ships bore. And it couldn't be a trading vessel, so what was it?

Jim yelped when he suddenly tripped, landing with a thud.

"Ah man, ow!" He groaned, proping himself up on an elbow, rubbing at the back of his head with the other. "What in the-..?"

Dark eyes flickered about, then focused on a loose piece of metal paneling. That...Wasn't normal.

Pushing himself up to his knee's, Jim reached forward, fingers sliding under the lip of the panel and pulling it free. He was surprised when he found it to be a compartment, likely for secret storage. A crew member hiding a secret?

Yet all that was inside was a bundle of canvas fabric and string. With a frown, Jim carefully picked it up, thin fingers curling around it. He could feel something sphearical within the cloth. Jim, curious by nature, pulled at the strings that held the fabric in place. Once that was done, the teen unfolded the cloth.

What he found...Wasn't what he'd expected.

There, in his hand, sat a sphere of gold. It shone in the light of the sun, and all over its surface were etchings and buttons.

"Wow..."

Smiling to himself, Jim set aside the cloth and string, instead cradling the device solely in his palms. He fiddled with the buttons and felt along the etchings. He was delighted when he found it could be twisted as well, and continued to play around with it.

He pushed several buttons in, twisted the top, a few more buttons-

Jim yelped, dropping the device when it suddenly opened. Even in the daylight, it was easy to see green lights and holoprojections as they flashed around, and Jim, terrified and confused, dropped his board, jumped onto it and took off, ignoring all of the startled yells and chaos on the docks bellow as green projections flickered about.

With a flick, the solar surfer's sail sprung up and Jim hurriedly guided the board away, hoping no one had seen him aboard the ship (he'd already gotten into trouble far too many times recently, he wasn't about to let his mother know he'd tresspassed on what could be seen as private property).

He best get home, before someone suspected him of no good.

Montressor was far from being a five-star vacation spot. It was almost always raining, and the few days it was sunny, it was still humid and the air was always thick.

Why his mother hadn't decided to move the Inn elsewhere, Jim wasn't sure- No, that was a lie. He knew exactly why. They had no money, and his mother's heart would always belong to her home planet of Montressor.

While he had been born on the planet as well, though, Jim held no sentiment for the dreary place he called home. It was more of a prison for him, a place that kept him caged, where the only sense of freedom he ever got was when he conquered the dark clouded sky's on his solar surfer. But, being seventeen, he couldn't leave home (and he doubted that even when he was a legal adult he would leave, because his mother needed his help).

"Honey! Can you clean off table seven?"

Jim jumped slightly, startled from his thoughts by his mother's voice. Steel colored eyes flickered to the table in question, and the teen sighed, grabbing a nearby dish tub.

"Yeah. I've got it, mom."

His mother smiled gratefully before turning to get orders from another table.

Jim grimaced, going to the now unoccupied table, taking up the dirty plates and silverware, each going into the plastic tub under his other arm.

Usually, Jim paid no mind to customers when they entered. Most were simply people that had docked on Montressor to get a meal before leaving on their journies. Traders, nomads, nothing more...

But the man that entered now quickly caught the boy's attention.

Jim froze, eyes widening slightly when he recognized the man in the doorway as the Cyborg from Mr. Flanigan's store. The heavy-set male's gaze swept the room, and Jim quickly ducked his head, eyes downcast as he hurried to dump the rest of the dishes in the tub. He waited until it felt safe enough to look up. He watched as the old Cyborg made his way to an empty table, dropping into a seat with a heavy sigh of relief.

"Ah, nice t' rest t'ese ol' bones." Jim heard the 'Borg mumble.

Jim knew he had to go get the man's order, to make nice and offer food and drink, but he really didn't want to. Something about this old Cyborg made the hairs on his neck stand on end and his instincts scream to hide. But Jim wasn't one to run away, and this man was a paying customer who likely wanted nothing more than to have a home-cooked meal before going on about his day.

First, though, he had to take these horrid, disgusting dishes to the kitchen.

With a scowl, the teen pushed through the back door, depositing the tub of dishes onto a counter and glancing out the window.

He froze.

There, docked outside...Was the ship from the spaceport. The very same that had the device in the floorboards, the very ship he had trespassed upon.

It wasn't hard to make the connection. The Cyborg must work on the ship, perhaps he was even the captain, and Jim could tell it was one of those two because the ship had not been there before the Cyborg had entered the Inn.

Leaning heavily against a counter, Jim forced himself to take a deep breath. It wasn't like anyone knew he had been aboard that ship, it was only a coincidence that it was here now. He just had to keep his head down and do his work, and there would be no problem. The 'Borg probably didn't even remember him anyways.

So, steeling his nerves, the teen grabbed a tray, tucked in under his arm and headed out of the kitchen. He kept his head down as he went to the table where the Cyborg sat. Stormy grey eyes peeked out from dark brown locks, and his gave was met by one normal eye, and one glowing optic.

The Cyborg blinked, seeming surprised, then he smiled.

"Why, if it ain' t'e lad from t'e traders!"

Jim averted his gaze, feeling suddenly nervous.

"Is there anything I can get you, sir?"

The older male raised a brow at the teen's seeming aversion to him, but didn't question it.

"Ah, t'ese ol' bones coul' use a nice, warm meal, lad." The 'Borg leaned back in his seat, and Jim could hear the gears in the man's arm grind, a sign that the mechanisms needed oil. "What would ye suggest?"

He looked at the teen, who continued to look at the floor, the walls, anywhere but at him. Jim glanced at the man, taking in his face. Certain species couldn't eat specific foods, and so Jim had been taught to identify a customer's species before suggesting any food. Deciding the man was mostly human with another race mixed in, he voted to be cautious concerning the food.

"We're known for our Glaberdash meat pies."

The 'Borg chuckled happily, patting his stomach.

"My, t'at soun's wonderful! Bring me a plate of t'at, will ya, lad? An' perhaps a tankard of somethin' strong, me thinks!"

Jim nodded, quickly turning and going into the kitchen, where his mother was preparing more food for the waiting customers.

"Mom, we've got an order for Glaberdash meat pie." Jim called over to the woman, grabbing a clean tankard and going to the ale and mead cabinet, rumaging through it. What was considered strong? Well, most sailors liked the Slotorian Spice Ale, so the teen supposed that would be a good choice (he had no personal experience with these drinks, considering he was underage, but he learned enough from watching and listening).

His mother smiled.

"Alright, I'll get started right now."

Jim only hummed, filling the tankard in his hand with the ale. He then, after putting the bottle back in the cabinet, returned to the main dining area. He approached the Cyborg's table, setting the tankard down before the man. Steel colored eyes then met the 'Borg's eye and optic.

"Need anything else?"

The man grinned crookedly, the expression friendly.

"Ah, t'anks, lad, I's been needin' a drink fer a good long while, aye? I don't be needin' much else fer now."

Jim nodded curtly, turning to go on about his work. He took a single, fleeting second to peer out one of the Inn's windows at the waiting ship. Anxiety sparked in his chest, making his shoulder hike high with tension. Just pretend it wasn't there, Jim told himself, trying to mask his nerves.

He never noticed an amber optic watching him.