A long time ago, about 100 years before Neopia it was rumored that gold was hidden within a Distant planet. The loot of a million Neopoints it was named. But all of this was stolen from others by one Captain Nathaniel Flint. Flint was as cold, heartless, mutant blumaroo. Traveling Neopia and much rest of the universe, only to steal treasure. With the assistance of BEN the Diddler, he and his crew committed crimes of great lengths, and would vanish without a trace.
No one ever found that Planet. That is, until a certain map sphere found it's was into the hands of a shadow shoyru named Jim Hawkins...
"YEAHAHAHAHA!" yelled Jim as he darted through a huge gorge near Krawk Island on his Solar Surfer. Solar surfing is a mix between skateboarding and wind surfing, however these boards can defy gravity. These take years to master, but Jim had been doing this since he was 7 years old.
Jim approached 2 water wheels that ran along the side of the island Montressor, which wasn't too far away from Krawk Island. Embracing himself he put the sail down on the solar surfer and glided through the wheels at a break neck speed, but managing not to even scratch himself.
"Yes!" Jim said, but his victory was cut short by the sound of the Pinceron Police. "Just great," Jim muttered, slowing to a halt so the police could arrest him. It wasn't like this was something new, Jim had been caught many times before. Which meant that he had to face the toughest judge ever. His own mother.
-Meanwhile-
Sarah Hawkins bustled around the dining room of the Benbow Inn, serving breakfast to her guests. The inn was full, and Sarah wished she had an extra hand to help with the work. She swiped a strand of brown hair away from her tired but pretty face and wondered where her son, Jim, was.
"Speaking of which, how's Jim?" asked Doctor Doppler. Doppler was a highly intelligent brown lupe and a good friend of Sarah's.
"With him I'm not exactly sure. Ever since his father left he's been... unpredictable," Sarah sighed sitting down at the same table with Doppler.
"Don't be too hard on yourself," Doppler said quietly. "Jim's a good kid... he just needs to..."
But Doppler was cut off when Jim was frog marched into the room by two Pincerons.
"James Twitty Hawkins..." Sarah growled marching over to the door.
"We found your son in some restricted ruins, ma'am." the Pinceron on the right began.
"I believe this is a direct violation of his probation," the other one nodded.
"Pardon me officers," Doppler stood up and stepped forward. "If I might intervene here, I am the noted astrophysicist, Doctor Dobert Doppler. Maybe you've heard about me?"
The pincerons exchanged a blank look.
"I have a Neopian Times clipping!" Dobert volunteered.
"Are you the boy's father?" asked the first Pinceron.
"What? Heck no!" Dobert said backing up.
"Of course not!" Sarah agreed.
"Back off then sir," the pinceron ordered.
"Thank you Dobert," Sarah sighed. "I can take it from here."
"Well, if you insist, Sarah. Just don't let me ever do it again," he added.
"Any more slipups will result to a one-way ticket to juvenile hall," the Pinceron said.
"Kiddie hoosegow," the second Pinceron added.
"The slammer," declared the first officer.
"It won't happen again. Thank-you officers." Sarah sighed.
"We see his type all the time, ma'am."
"Wrong choices."
"Dead enders."
"Losers." With each word the robots uttered, Sarah's shoulders slumped a bit more.
The two officers were about to leave, when one said, "You take care now." The other, saying, "Let's Motor."
Jim sighed and went over to an empty table beginning to clean it up.
"WHAT where you doing? Do you WANT to go to juvenile hall?" Sarah began.
"If it means getting away from here..." Jim sighed.
"Jim..." Sarah sighed shaking her head.
"Just leave me alone alright?" Jim finally yelled running out the door.
"I just don't know what to do with him," Sarah said with a bit of regret.
"Oh, cheer up now," Dobert said. "He just needs to calm down."
"He's been like this too long to let him calm down." Sarah replied.
Jim sat in the roof as it began to drizzle. He threw a few rocks that had made their way to the top of the roof down along the shingles when a large silver spacecraft when flying by and crashing alongside the docks near the Benbow. Upon instinct Jim jumped off the roof and ran over to the ship.
"Hey Mister? You're OK in there right?" he asked banging on the small metal door when a large gray hand pushed it open and a overgrown, old, turdle came out.
"The map... they're after me map," he said weakly clutching a chest.
"C'mon..." Jim sighed lugging the turdle up the road towards the inn. "Mom's just going to love this."
It took good 10 minutes of Jim to drag the turdle up and into the inn, but the results weren't pretty.
"JAMES TWITT..." Sarah began on the spot.
"Not now Mom. He's hurt," Jim, said flatly as the turdle grabbed Jim's jacket slowly pulling him down to the floor level.
"The map... take the map," the ghastly voice whispered undoing a strange code on the chest and removing a golden ball.
"And beware the cyborg" the turdle hissed falling flat on the floor.
"Cyborg?" Jim questioned when something crashed through the wooden door.
Sarah peaked out the closed blinds and a band of ominous figures approached in the roaring rain.
"RUN!" Dobert yelled as a large figure broke through the door. Jim, Sarah and Dobert raced upstairs and what appeared to be pirates began to rummage through the downstairs.
"Now if I can calculate our velocity correctly, if we move over .2 degrees to the left," Dobert muttered.
"JUMP!" Jim yelled landing in a carriage hooked up to Dobert's snorkel, which waited for both Sarah and Dobert, who landed shortly after Jim.
"Come on!" Dobert said clicking the reins that were connected to his snorkel, which was the source of power.
The snorkel reacted instantly and galloped off away from the benbow inn. Jim sighed as the rain poured down, taking one last look at the inn, which was now in flames.
-Later-
Both Jim and Sarah had somehow decided to stay in Dobert's house for the time being.
"I called the local authorities," Dobert sighed. "And the benbow inn... is no more."
Sarah only sighed as Jim played with the golden ball. "How does this thing work anyways?" he muttered to himself punching a few random buttons.
At that moment a green glowing light emerged from the ball, sending the entire room into darkness.
"It's... it's a map," Dobert said in awe as the room was filled with the entire map of Neopia and it's neighboring universe.
"Here's Neopia... and Montressor," Jim said touching the map. Suddenly the map began to twist and turn.
"Here's the planet of the Grundos," Doppler said readjusting his glasses. "And the Deserted Galaxy! And this? What's this?" he questioned as a lonesome planet with 2 rings floated before them.
"That's... That's Treasure Planet," Jim grinned.
"No..." Doppler said in awe.
"You know what this means?" Jim grinned.
"You're not going!" Sarah said firmly.
"But Mom..." Jim began.
"Sarah, really. You said you tried everything. You didn't try a few character building months in space, did you?" Dobert questioned.
"Are you saying this because it's the right thing, or you really want to go?" Sarah replied.
"Because I really really, really, REALLY want to go. Plus, it's the right thing."
"Oh, fine..."
"YES! I've been waiting for an opportunity like this all my life and here it is screaming go Dobert! Go Dobert!" Dobert said triumphantly.
Jim and Sarah only blinked.
"Tomorrow, we go the space port!" Dobert declared.
To Be Continued...
No one ever found that Planet. That is, until a certain map sphere found it's was into the hands of a shadow shoyru named Jim Hawkins...
"YEAHAHAHAHA!" yelled Jim as he darted through a huge gorge near Krawk Island on his Solar Surfer. Solar surfing is a mix between skateboarding and wind surfing, however these boards can defy gravity. These take years to master, but Jim had been doing this since he was 7 years old.
Jim approached 2 water wheels that ran along the side of the island Montressor, which wasn't too far away from Krawk Island. Embracing himself he put the sail down on the solar surfer and glided through the wheels at a break neck speed, but managing not to even scratch himself.
"Yes!" Jim said, but his victory was cut short by the sound of the Pinceron Police. "Just great," Jim muttered, slowing to a halt so the police could arrest him. It wasn't like this was something new, Jim had been caught many times before. Which meant that he had to face the toughest judge ever. His own mother.
-Meanwhile-
Sarah Hawkins bustled around the dining room of the Benbow Inn, serving breakfast to her guests. The inn was full, and Sarah wished she had an extra hand to help with the work. She swiped a strand of brown hair away from her tired but pretty face and wondered where her son, Jim, was.
"Speaking of which, how's Jim?" asked Doctor Doppler. Doppler was a highly intelligent brown lupe and a good friend of Sarah's.
"With him I'm not exactly sure. Ever since his father left he's been... unpredictable," Sarah sighed sitting down at the same table with Doppler.
"Don't be too hard on yourself," Doppler said quietly. "Jim's a good kid... he just needs to..."
But Doppler was cut off when Jim was frog marched into the room by two Pincerons.
"James Twitty Hawkins..." Sarah growled marching over to the door.
"We found your son in some restricted ruins, ma'am." the Pinceron on the right began.
"I believe this is a direct violation of his probation," the other one nodded.
"Pardon me officers," Doppler stood up and stepped forward. "If I might intervene here, I am the noted astrophysicist, Doctor Dobert Doppler. Maybe you've heard about me?"
The pincerons exchanged a blank look.
"I have a Neopian Times clipping!" Dobert volunteered.
"Are you the boy's father?" asked the first Pinceron.
"What? Heck no!" Dobert said backing up.
"Of course not!" Sarah agreed.
"Back off then sir," the pinceron ordered.
"Thank you Dobert," Sarah sighed. "I can take it from here."
"Well, if you insist, Sarah. Just don't let me ever do it again," he added.
"Any more slipups will result to a one-way ticket to juvenile hall," the Pinceron said.
"Kiddie hoosegow," the second Pinceron added.
"The slammer," declared the first officer.
"It won't happen again. Thank-you officers." Sarah sighed.
"We see his type all the time, ma'am."
"Wrong choices."
"Dead enders."
"Losers." With each word the robots uttered, Sarah's shoulders slumped a bit more.
The two officers were about to leave, when one said, "You take care now." The other, saying, "Let's Motor."
Jim sighed and went over to an empty table beginning to clean it up.
"WHAT where you doing? Do you WANT to go to juvenile hall?" Sarah began.
"If it means getting away from here..." Jim sighed.
"Jim..." Sarah sighed shaking her head.
"Just leave me alone alright?" Jim finally yelled running out the door.
"I just don't know what to do with him," Sarah said with a bit of regret.
"Oh, cheer up now," Dobert said. "He just needs to calm down."
"He's been like this too long to let him calm down." Sarah replied.
Jim sat in the roof as it began to drizzle. He threw a few rocks that had made their way to the top of the roof down along the shingles when a large silver spacecraft when flying by and crashing alongside the docks near the Benbow. Upon instinct Jim jumped off the roof and ran over to the ship.
"Hey Mister? You're OK in there right?" he asked banging on the small metal door when a large gray hand pushed it open and a overgrown, old, turdle came out.
"The map... they're after me map," he said weakly clutching a chest.
"C'mon..." Jim sighed lugging the turdle up the road towards the inn. "Mom's just going to love this."
It took good 10 minutes of Jim to drag the turdle up and into the inn, but the results weren't pretty.
"JAMES TWITT..." Sarah began on the spot.
"Not now Mom. He's hurt," Jim, said flatly as the turdle grabbed Jim's jacket slowly pulling him down to the floor level.
"The map... take the map," the ghastly voice whispered undoing a strange code on the chest and removing a golden ball.
"And beware the cyborg" the turdle hissed falling flat on the floor.
"Cyborg?" Jim questioned when something crashed through the wooden door.
Sarah peaked out the closed blinds and a band of ominous figures approached in the roaring rain.
"RUN!" Dobert yelled as a large figure broke through the door. Jim, Sarah and Dobert raced upstairs and what appeared to be pirates began to rummage through the downstairs.
"Now if I can calculate our velocity correctly, if we move over .2 degrees to the left," Dobert muttered.
"JUMP!" Jim yelled landing in a carriage hooked up to Dobert's snorkel, which waited for both Sarah and Dobert, who landed shortly after Jim.
"Come on!" Dobert said clicking the reins that were connected to his snorkel, which was the source of power.
The snorkel reacted instantly and galloped off away from the benbow inn. Jim sighed as the rain poured down, taking one last look at the inn, which was now in flames.
-Later-
Both Jim and Sarah had somehow decided to stay in Dobert's house for the time being.
"I called the local authorities," Dobert sighed. "And the benbow inn... is no more."
Sarah only sighed as Jim played with the golden ball. "How does this thing work anyways?" he muttered to himself punching a few random buttons.
At that moment a green glowing light emerged from the ball, sending the entire room into darkness.
"It's... it's a map," Dobert said in awe as the room was filled with the entire map of Neopia and it's neighboring universe.
"Here's Neopia... and Montressor," Jim said touching the map. Suddenly the map began to twist and turn.
"Here's the planet of the Grundos," Doppler said readjusting his glasses. "And the Deserted Galaxy! And this? What's this?" he questioned as a lonesome planet with 2 rings floated before them.
"That's... That's Treasure Planet," Jim grinned.
"No..." Doppler said in awe.
"You know what this means?" Jim grinned.
"You're not going!" Sarah said firmly.
"But Mom..." Jim began.
"Sarah, really. You said you tried everything. You didn't try a few character building months in space, did you?" Dobert questioned.
"Are you saying this because it's the right thing, or you really want to go?" Sarah replied.
"Because I really really, really, REALLY want to go. Plus, it's the right thing."
"Oh, fine..."
"YES! I've been waiting for an opportunity like this all my life and here it is screaming go Dobert! Go Dobert!" Dobert said triumphantly.
Jim and Sarah only blinked.
"Tomorrow, we go the space port!" Dobert declared.
To Be Continued...