Disclaimer: I don't own Treasure Planet or any of the characters. All rights belong to Disney.
The green eyed brunette sighed as she walked up the stairs, blowing a strand of hair out of her face.
"I can't believe he made me swab the whole brig..." she muttered to herself, then looked around. "He made me miss the launch..." She went to cross the deck to return the mop and bucket to where they belonged, when she spotted an unfamiliar face, and one that was all too familiar.
"Cabin boys should learn to mind their own buisness." the large red, bug like alien, Scroop, hissed at a boy who appeared to be about her age. He swirled the mop he was holding across the deck a couple of times, then looked up at Scroop, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Why, you got something to hide, bright eyes?" he retorted. The girl blinked, surprised that he had stood up to Scroop. The insect growled, and quickly lifted the boy off of the ground by the collar of his jacket. The brown haired boy grabbed Scroop's claw, trying to make him let go. Scroop brought the boy's face cenimeters from his own.
"Maybe your ears don't work so well." he said threateningly. The boy's face contorted into an expression of disgust, and he turned his head, coughing a little.
"Yeah, too bad my nose works just fine."
"Is he stupid?" the girl wondered quietly aloud.
"Why you impudent little..." Scroop growled again, and slammed the boy up against the mast. His face finally betrayed some of his fear, as he squirmed in the bug's claw. Scroop was strong, and his struggle was in vain, as Scroop pressed the tip of his free claw to the boy's throat. The girl's eyes widened, and dropping her bucket, she gripped her mop tightly in both of her hands, and ran at Scroop, swinging the mop.
"Let go of him!" she shouted as the mop hit the bug in the back. He quickly whipped around, slamming his free claw into the side of the girl's head, letting out a menacing hiss. She fell to the deck, and glared up into Scroop's large yellow eyes, a large swollen bruise already forming aross the side of her face.
"I'll take care of you later girl," he promised, then turned back to the boy. "Now, any last words, cabin boy?" he questioned. Before he could bring any harm to the boy, he was stopped yet again, this time by a metal clamp grabbing his arm.
"Mr. Scroop, have you ever seen what happens to fresh purp," the man, a Cyborg by the name of Silver, who also happend to be the ship's cook, took a bite of a juicy purp. "...when you squeeze real hard!' With that, he twisted Scroop's arm, and with a pained yowl, he dropped the boy onto the deck.
"What's all this then?" the first mate, Mr. Arrow, a man with a body of rock, questioned as he approached the scene. "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." He stopped in front of Scroop. "Am I clear Mr. Scroop?" The bug sneered.
"Transparently," he said begrudgingly. Mr. Arrow walked away, and Scroop glared after him, then turned his hatred towards the girl, before storming off. The crowd of crew members that had gathered dispersed, and the boy got to his feet.
"Good job Mr. Arrow sir! A tight ship's a happy ship, sir!" Silver said, saluting after the first mate, then took up the mop and turned to the boy. "Jimbo, I gave you a job!"
"Hey, I was doing it until that bug thing-" he started to argue before getting cut off.
"Belay that!" Silver shoved the mop into the boy's hand. "Now, I want this deck swabbed spotless, and heaven help ya if I come back and it's not done..." The cyborg glanced at the small pink blob that was floating beside his head. "Morph, keep an eye on this pup, and let me know if there be any more distractions." He stalked away towards the galley, and the boy sighed, as Morph stared at him with enlarged eyes. He rested the mop against the mast, and walked over to the girl, kneeling in front of her. He held out a hand.
"Here, are you alright?" She pushed his hand away.
"I'm fine, I can get up on my own," she grumbbled, and stood, rubbing her swollen cheek with a grimace. "What were you thinking, challenging him like that?" she demanded. He shrugged.
"I-I don't know, I just-"
"Whatever," she said with a huff, then held out a hand. "The name's Ophelia, Ophelia Hayle."
"Uh, Jim Hawkins..." the boy said, cautiously scruitinizing the girl before taking her hand and shaking it. Jim noticed that she had several bruises along her arms, legs, and slightly exposed midrift that were similar to the one that had just developed on her face. He scratched the back of his head. "Hey, um...thanks for trying to help." Ophelia raised an eyebrow, and examined Jim. He stared back at her with clear blue eyes. After a moment she shrugged.
"Look, just...don't mess with Scroop if you know what's good for you," she said quickly, her eyes momentarily flashing with something that Jim couldn't quite put his finger on. He nodded, and Ophelia bent down to pick up her mop, then walked over and grabbed her bucket. She was about to start down the stairs to put the cleaning implements away, but she then stopped, and turned to Jim, who had begun mopping. "Hey Jim." He looked up.
"Yeah?" She smiled.
"Need some help?"