Another Hunt.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit!
A/N: R&R! This is set three years after T.P. And I am so glad they finally put u a section for it, I sent like a billion e-mails in! I'm sure everyone else did too, right?
Chapter one, Grog Grave Inn.
Long John Sliver made his way off of the gangplank, his metal leg whirring with the effort. He really needed to get that fixed; it was only a matter of time before it gave out again. Silver had spent the last three years going from port to port looking for ships with the need for a cook and crew. It had worked on the R.L.S Legacy so he figured, why question ones gift. The longboat he had taken when he first made his escape hadn't lasted long, it had gotten him to the next port, but it wasn't made for long trips, he needed a means for longer journeys in search of another treasure map, another obsession. Why not? He wasn't the type to settle down and have a family; he needed something to do something to keep him busy. He had, had several cabin boys since Jim, but, he missed the boy, he was the closest thing to a son Silver had ever had, and none of the others boys had the determination Jimbo had. The port he was at now was just like the thousands of other ports he had been at during his long years on the etherium; busy, bustling with sailors, pirates, merchants, the works. The streets where lined with inns, varying from dilapidated to the latest in building tech, to a mix of both. It made Silver wonder if the Benbow was rebuilt or not, there where stores of shops, all shapes and sizes, grocers brought out there wears, an old man was carrying a crate perps out. He could also see a young man running from a group of reptilian characters. His cyborg eye zoomed in on the lad, he was young no more than twenty, he must have a sweetheart somewhere judging by his appearance, he had a square jaw, with a small beard, from a long stay on a ship more than likely, his features where well defined and handsome, if not for the large gash across his forehead, and his unshaven appearance he would have been quite a sight.
By the look of the mob chasing him, the three big reptilian creatures, he'd still be a sight after they where done with him. His mechanically eye zoomed in to looked at the thugs chasing the lad, they were obviously the bad guys in this fight.
"Gangway!" The boy called as he barreled through the crowd. The three following him where not as polite, picking up random passers by, who where unfortunate enough to get in the way, and throwing them out of theirs.
"Time for this old cyborg to get back in the game." He squared him self against the impact, and the boy ran into him. Silver was not moved at all the boy however fell back. Then with out warning a shot rang out through the air. "Argh!" The boy cried out in pain, grabbing his now bloody side and wincing in pain. He tried to get up, he knew that the three were still chasing him. He had to get away. But at the same time he knew it was no use, the shot had hit home, and all the organs in his lower left side had be hit. His head swiveled about in all directions trying to locate where the shot, that would eventually take his life, came from.
"Lad are ye' alright?" Slivers eyes darted up and down the boy, concerned, he didn't know how bad the boy was hurt, at lest not yet.
The boy nodded, clutching his side. His insides became weighted down as the internal bleeding, as well as external bleeding began to start.
"Then get behind me lad, ye might not want 'ter be seeing this."
The boy nodded, his mouth hung lifeless in shock somewhere near the ground, and got behind Silver, wincing as more blood oozed out of his side, staining his already red shirt a slightly darker shade. Once close enough to realize what was happening the biggest, but not brightest, of the group of three stepped forward, and said in his most commanding voice,
"Move cyborg. We've got no fight with ye'. Least ye' be messin' in the affairs of others."
"Belay that!" Silver shouted. "Ye'll not be messin' with the lad."
"And ye'll be stopin' us then?" The three looked skeptically at him.
"Yeah I would be." His metal hand retracted and was switched out for a plasma gun. "Now I'll give you three seconds to clear off, and then, well, we'll just see what happens. One." The three looked at each other. "Two." He clicked the gun so it was armed. "Three!" He fired at the three's feet and they ran off, like roaches when you turned the lights on, once again throwing the passersby out of the way.
Silver turned around looking at the boy he had just saved, he was slopped on his knees holding his side and breathing heavily.
"Lad." He said kneeling beside him, "Lad? Are you alright?"
He looked up at him; his eyes where milking and hallow, "Obat. You have to go-ahh," He clutched his side, Silver held him up.
"Easy now lad, easy, that looks like a nasty shot." Sliver tried to get the boy to his feet but the wound on the boy's side, prevented him. "What's yer name, lad?'
The boy looked up at him, his eyes a little dimmer, "Tom, my name is Tom."
"I once knew a man named Tom, finest cook I ever seen." The boy gave a slight chuckle, and winced at the after affects.
"I--I need you--can you do something for me?"
"Alright lad, alright." Damn him for being soft.
"You have to go see Obat at the Grog grave Inn, tell her, give her," His eyes began to grow glassy, "Tell her I found it, tell her I'm sorry and that I love her. Give her this." He made an effort to reach into his pocket, but his hand fell limply to his side, as the loss of blood finally took its toll and the light left his eyes, and they closed forever.
Silver shook his head, the lad, Tom, obviously had a sweetheart, this Obat. He would go, and tell the lass, it was better than her not knowing and waiting forever, for him to never come back. He reached into the boy's pocket, and pulled a small pouch out of it, he could tell, by the clink of metal, that it had some coins in it. Silver's heart sank. He knew what this meant. The boy had probably picked the wrong pocket, trying to get him and his girl a better life, and he had paid for it. He bent down, switching his gun for his hand again, and picked the boy up, carefully he walked to the ally, nearest to him, and set the body gently against the wall. There would be a police patrol soon and they would find him, and take the lad's body to the morgue. Getting up he looked around making sure no one had seen him; he left the alley, and Tom's body.
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~~ Unfortunately he did not see the cloaked figure crouching in the shadows, its eyes gleaming with triumph, as it tucked its plasma gun into the folds of its robe. ~~ **
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Silver wandered around till he found someone who looked reliable, " 'Scuse me mam', but I was wondering if you could tell me where the Grog Grave Inn is?"
The woman looked surprised at first, then her three eyes looked at him understandingly, and she nodded politely at him. "Yes go all the way down this road, take a left and go down there, it is the fourth Inn on the right, if you see the Salty Ship, you've gone too far."
"Thank ye'."
"You are welcome, good luck, and say hi to Obat for me, tell her its Rue." She waved as she fell back into the crowd.
"Alright, I'll be sure to do that fer ye."
He made his way down the road, and followed the woman's directions to a 'T' and sure enough, there it was. A mix between dilapidated and new, the lean- to building that was the Grog Grave Inn. He walked in and the Inn was packed. Crowds of creatures packed into tables, smoking, drinking, eating, and laughing and in a few cases fighting. It was just like any place, nothing special about it. There were hundreds of places just like this one all over this port, some a little better and some a little worse. A young woman who looked a little like a bird was carrying a tray full of, what else, grog. Silver walked up to her, removing his hat as he did out of courtesy.
" 'Scuse me. Are you Obat?
She looked at him, like he was the biggest idiot on the etherium , then snapped her small beak in agitation, "No, if you wanna talk to her, ask Panex over there." She gestured to the bar, where a huge green lizard creature with a grease-stained apron was scrubbing a cup, that didn't look like it could get any cleaner. Silver nodded his head at the girl, who ruffled her feathers and made her way to a table full of humans. He made his way over to the bar trying his best to avoid bumping anyone's chairs, which turned out to be a difficult task seeing as how the bar was full to bursting. When he finally got there he leaned casually on the bar.
"Can you tell me where I might be finding someone by the name of Obat?"
"Yeah, give me a second, she's on her break so she might not talk to you." He turned around, and hollered into the door, that undoubtedly led to the kitchen. "Obat! There is someone here to see you!" There was a pause that lasted a second and then an angry voice yelled back at him.
"OW! Don't shout so loud! I'm comin' and it better be important!" The door burst open, and Obat stamped out. Silver could see why she didn't like it when people shouted. Obat was tall, sinuously, shapely, form, her face had a determined jaw, and full lips that were set to a scowl, her nose was wrinkled in disgust, at her break being interrupted, the thin eyebrows over her almond shaped, green eyes, where drawn down in anger, tying the picture up was her shiny brown hair, that had blond streaks from working in the sun. But the thing that set it all off was her ears, they were huge, brown, downy bat ears, that had three loop earrings in each. Her way of clothing was simple, baggy stripped pants; similar to the ones Silver was wearing, with a white tunic and a large black buckled belt. She wasn't human, but she wasn't a Battinc, either, she was a crossbreed. Crossbreeds where not unusually in themselves, but Battincs where solitary creatures and usually never left their home planet.
"Can I help you?" she asked, none too pleasantly.
"Uh, yes, I've got a message for you from a young lad."
Her eyes brightened up. "You've come from my Tom, have you? How is he?"
Silvers eyes grew dark, and Obat could tell something was wrong. "Maybe we should talk somewhere private?" she suggested.
"Yeah, that would be the best thing."
She walked around the bar, "Come this way, there are some spare rooms. Wait are you thirsty?"
"Now that ye mention it, yeah." Silver rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's been a long dry trip."
"Alright then." Se took out a key from the pocket of her pants. "I'll get some drinks. Take this, go up the stairs, the first door on the left is an empty room, go on up there and when I get the drinks I'll be joining you."
Silver nodded and went up the stairs. He was rolling over how to tell the girl what had happened. She seemed like a decent enough person, even if she was part Battinc. He supposed he should try to say it softly, judging by her tone to him, she already suspected something was wrong. He turned the corner and walked to the first door on the left, he unlocked the door and walked in, eyes scanning the room. It wasn't much, a simple bead, table with two chairs, a vase of flowers set in its center, and a small window on the far wall. He decided to sit down in one of the chairs while he waited. He didn't have to wait long, not after he sat down the doorknob turned and Obat walked in, carrying to cups of grog.
"Here you go." She set a foming cup in front of him and sat down in the chair facing him, she took a sip from the cup looking over the rim at him. "So, what happened to my Tom? He has to stay out there again hasn't he?"
"No."
"Has he found what we were looking for?"
"Yes."
"Is he coming home?"
"No."
She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, "Why not?"
Silver looked all around the room, his mechanical eye analyzing everything, tying to find an easier. "Because, he is-there isn't an easier way fer me ter be sayin' t'is-he is dead."
Whatever explanation Obat had been expecting this wasn't it. The cup she had been holding in her hand fell to the floor and shattered, as it did, all the light, happy expectancy drained out of her eyes. She rested her face in her hands, and her ears drooped.
"How did it happen?" She asked.
"He was shot."
Her head snapped up and her eyes blazed with fury. "By who?"
"I dunno." He leaned across the table and rested his hand on her shoulder. "Its okay lass, he died quickly, he didn't suffer."
She looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes, and nodded.
"He also tol' me ter give ye t'is." He reached down into his pocket with his mechanical hand and pulled out the small pouch that Tom had told him to give to her. Obat looked at the pouch and then numbly took it from him, she carefully unlaced its binding and overturned it on the table. Just as silver had suspected, gold coins rolled out of it, among them was a small, unadorned golden ring. An engagement ring. Obat picked it up and clutched it to her chest, fighting back the tears. She slipped it on one finger and then began looking through the coins, going over at each of them with careful eyes. Then she found what she was looking for, she picked up what looked to be nothing more than a coin, except that it had a large 'X' carved into it. Obat pulled at it, and with a hiss, it separated, only a small metal bar holding it together, then she gave it a twisted each side in an opposite direction and pushed it back together. A large glowing sphere was projected out of it; topographical green lines zoomed all over it. It could only be one thing,
"A map." Silver whispered.
Obat looked up at him, "Yes, a treasure map."
Silver stared at her, "What, is this what ye where looking for?"
"Yes, we-that is me and Tom-have been searching for this for years. It is legendary, though not well known, you can see by the look of the map how it would be almost impossible to find.
"Can ye tell me?" He looked down at the girl. She looked so calm, so determined, almost like, Jim had, when he had set off on a piece of scrap metal to save him, and the Legacy.
"There is not much point in keeping it secret now. Those people who killed Tom, undoubtedly knew about this, and if Tom trusted you enough to bring this to me, then I can trust you as well." She sat a little taller in her seat, "This map leads to the treasure of the pirate Robbins. When I met Tom I had herd the legend and believed it, so had he. As we grew to know each other we vowed to find this map, and get that treasure. But in order to do that one of us had to look for it, and the other had to save up to commission a ship when we did. Me and Tom both knew enough about ships, and how to sail them so ether of us could have been hired on a vessel, but I already had a job here, so Tom decided to look for the map. He used to check in now and again, to see if I had gotten any leads. Working at a bar makes it easy to ask questions you see. I've almost got enough to commission a ship." Her shoulders sagged a little. "But its still not enough, it'll take me at least another year to save up enough."
Silver looked at her thoughtfully, he could tell that, that was not the whole story, but if she wasn't ready to tell him, so be it. Then an idea came to him, "Lass, tell me how much are you short?"
Obat's ears perked up at this. "About a hundred and fifty, why?"
"Because lass, I've got a hundred, and I know a ship that can be commissioned, for that."
"Really, where."
"Montressor space port. All she'd need is a crew."
"But how would I get there?"
"We would, hire out ourselves on a ship bound for that port, and then commission it when we get there."
Obat smiled, "What, is your name?"
"John Silver."
"Well Silver, you've got yourself a deal. And an even portion of the treasure for you." She held out her hand, and Silver shook it.
A/N: Well there ya go, R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own shit!
A/N: R&R! This is set three years after T.P. And I am so glad they finally put u a section for it, I sent like a billion e-mails in! I'm sure everyone else did too, right?
Chapter one, Grog Grave Inn.
Long John Sliver made his way off of the gangplank, his metal leg whirring with the effort. He really needed to get that fixed; it was only a matter of time before it gave out again. Silver had spent the last three years going from port to port looking for ships with the need for a cook and crew. It had worked on the R.L.S Legacy so he figured, why question ones gift. The longboat he had taken when he first made his escape hadn't lasted long, it had gotten him to the next port, but it wasn't made for long trips, he needed a means for longer journeys in search of another treasure map, another obsession. Why not? He wasn't the type to settle down and have a family; he needed something to do something to keep him busy. He had, had several cabin boys since Jim, but, he missed the boy, he was the closest thing to a son Silver had ever had, and none of the others boys had the determination Jimbo had. The port he was at now was just like the thousands of other ports he had been at during his long years on the etherium; busy, bustling with sailors, pirates, merchants, the works. The streets where lined with inns, varying from dilapidated to the latest in building tech, to a mix of both. It made Silver wonder if the Benbow was rebuilt or not, there where stores of shops, all shapes and sizes, grocers brought out there wears, an old man was carrying a crate perps out. He could also see a young man running from a group of reptilian characters. His cyborg eye zoomed in on the lad, he was young no more than twenty, he must have a sweetheart somewhere judging by his appearance, he had a square jaw, with a small beard, from a long stay on a ship more than likely, his features where well defined and handsome, if not for the large gash across his forehead, and his unshaven appearance he would have been quite a sight.
By the look of the mob chasing him, the three big reptilian creatures, he'd still be a sight after they where done with him. His mechanically eye zoomed in to looked at the thugs chasing the lad, they were obviously the bad guys in this fight.
"Gangway!" The boy called as he barreled through the crowd. The three following him where not as polite, picking up random passers by, who where unfortunate enough to get in the way, and throwing them out of theirs.
"Time for this old cyborg to get back in the game." He squared him self against the impact, and the boy ran into him. Silver was not moved at all the boy however fell back. Then with out warning a shot rang out through the air. "Argh!" The boy cried out in pain, grabbing his now bloody side and wincing in pain. He tried to get up, he knew that the three were still chasing him. He had to get away. But at the same time he knew it was no use, the shot had hit home, and all the organs in his lower left side had be hit. His head swiveled about in all directions trying to locate where the shot, that would eventually take his life, came from.
"Lad are ye' alright?" Slivers eyes darted up and down the boy, concerned, he didn't know how bad the boy was hurt, at lest not yet.
The boy nodded, clutching his side. His insides became weighted down as the internal bleeding, as well as external bleeding began to start.
"Then get behind me lad, ye might not want 'ter be seeing this."
The boy nodded, his mouth hung lifeless in shock somewhere near the ground, and got behind Silver, wincing as more blood oozed out of his side, staining his already red shirt a slightly darker shade. Once close enough to realize what was happening the biggest, but not brightest, of the group of three stepped forward, and said in his most commanding voice,
"Move cyborg. We've got no fight with ye'. Least ye' be messin' in the affairs of others."
"Belay that!" Silver shouted. "Ye'll not be messin' with the lad."
"And ye'll be stopin' us then?" The three looked skeptically at him.
"Yeah I would be." His metal hand retracted and was switched out for a plasma gun. "Now I'll give you three seconds to clear off, and then, well, we'll just see what happens. One." The three looked at each other. "Two." He clicked the gun so it was armed. "Three!" He fired at the three's feet and they ran off, like roaches when you turned the lights on, once again throwing the passersby out of the way.
Silver turned around looking at the boy he had just saved, he was slopped on his knees holding his side and breathing heavily.
"Lad." He said kneeling beside him, "Lad? Are you alright?"
He looked up at him; his eyes where milking and hallow, "Obat. You have to go-ahh," He clutched his side, Silver held him up.
"Easy now lad, easy, that looks like a nasty shot." Sliver tried to get the boy to his feet but the wound on the boy's side, prevented him. "What's yer name, lad?'
The boy looked up at him, his eyes a little dimmer, "Tom, my name is Tom."
"I once knew a man named Tom, finest cook I ever seen." The boy gave a slight chuckle, and winced at the after affects.
"I--I need you--can you do something for me?"
"Alright lad, alright." Damn him for being soft.
"You have to go see Obat at the Grog grave Inn, tell her, give her," His eyes began to grow glassy, "Tell her I found it, tell her I'm sorry and that I love her. Give her this." He made an effort to reach into his pocket, but his hand fell limply to his side, as the loss of blood finally took its toll and the light left his eyes, and they closed forever.
Silver shook his head, the lad, Tom, obviously had a sweetheart, this Obat. He would go, and tell the lass, it was better than her not knowing and waiting forever, for him to never come back. He reached into the boy's pocket, and pulled a small pouch out of it, he could tell, by the clink of metal, that it had some coins in it. Silver's heart sank. He knew what this meant. The boy had probably picked the wrong pocket, trying to get him and his girl a better life, and he had paid for it. He bent down, switching his gun for his hand again, and picked the boy up, carefully he walked to the ally, nearest to him, and set the body gently against the wall. There would be a police patrol soon and they would find him, and take the lad's body to the morgue. Getting up he looked around making sure no one had seen him; he left the alley, and Tom's body.
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~~ Unfortunately he did not see the cloaked figure crouching in the shadows, its eyes gleaming with triumph, as it tucked its plasma gun into the folds of its robe. ~~ **
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Silver wandered around till he found someone who looked reliable, " 'Scuse me mam', but I was wondering if you could tell me where the Grog Grave Inn is?"
The woman looked surprised at first, then her three eyes looked at him understandingly, and she nodded politely at him. "Yes go all the way down this road, take a left and go down there, it is the fourth Inn on the right, if you see the Salty Ship, you've gone too far."
"Thank ye'."
"You are welcome, good luck, and say hi to Obat for me, tell her its Rue." She waved as she fell back into the crowd.
"Alright, I'll be sure to do that fer ye."
He made his way down the road, and followed the woman's directions to a 'T' and sure enough, there it was. A mix between dilapidated and new, the lean- to building that was the Grog Grave Inn. He walked in and the Inn was packed. Crowds of creatures packed into tables, smoking, drinking, eating, and laughing and in a few cases fighting. It was just like any place, nothing special about it. There were hundreds of places just like this one all over this port, some a little better and some a little worse. A young woman who looked a little like a bird was carrying a tray full of, what else, grog. Silver walked up to her, removing his hat as he did out of courtesy.
" 'Scuse me. Are you Obat?
She looked at him, like he was the biggest idiot on the etherium , then snapped her small beak in agitation, "No, if you wanna talk to her, ask Panex over there." She gestured to the bar, where a huge green lizard creature with a grease-stained apron was scrubbing a cup, that didn't look like it could get any cleaner. Silver nodded his head at the girl, who ruffled her feathers and made her way to a table full of humans. He made his way over to the bar trying his best to avoid bumping anyone's chairs, which turned out to be a difficult task seeing as how the bar was full to bursting. When he finally got there he leaned casually on the bar.
"Can you tell me where I might be finding someone by the name of Obat?"
"Yeah, give me a second, she's on her break so she might not talk to you." He turned around, and hollered into the door, that undoubtedly led to the kitchen. "Obat! There is someone here to see you!" There was a pause that lasted a second and then an angry voice yelled back at him.
"OW! Don't shout so loud! I'm comin' and it better be important!" The door burst open, and Obat stamped out. Silver could see why she didn't like it when people shouted. Obat was tall, sinuously, shapely, form, her face had a determined jaw, and full lips that were set to a scowl, her nose was wrinkled in disgust, at her break being interrupted, the thin eyebrows over her almond shaped, green eyes, where drawn down in anger, tying the picture up was her shiny brown hair, that had blond streaks from working in the sun. But the thing that set it all off was her ears, they were huge, brown, downy bat ears, that had three loop earrings in each. Her way of clothing was simple, baggy stripped pants; similar to the ones Silver was wearing, with a white tunic and a large black buckled belt. She wasn't human, but she wasn't a Battinc, either, she was a crossbreed. Crossbreeds where not unusually in themselves, but Battincs where solitary creatures and usually never left their home planet.
"Can I help you?" she asked, none too pleasantly.
"Uh, yes, I've got a message for you from a young lad."
Her eyes brightened up. "You've come from my Tom, have you? How is he?"
Silvers eyes grew dark, and Obat could tell something was wrong. "Maybe we should talk somewhere private?" she suggested.
"Yeah, that would be the best thing."
She walked around the bar, "Come this way, there are some spare rooms. Wait are you thirsty?"
"Now that ye mention it, yeah." Silver rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's been a long dry trip."
"Alright then." Se took out a key from the pocket of her pants. "I'll get some drinks. Take this, go up the stairs, the first door on the left is an empty room, go on up there and when I get the drinks I'll be joining you."
Silver nodded and went up the stairs. He was rolling over how to tell the girl what had happened. She seemed like a decent enough person, even if she was part Battinc. He supposed he should try to say it softly, judging by her tone to him, she already suspected something was wrong. He turned the corner and walked to the first door on the left, he unlocked the door and walked in, eyes scanning the room. It wasn't much, a simple bead, table with two chairs, a vase of flowers set in its center, and a small window on the far wall. He decided to sit down in one of the chairs while he waited. He didn't have to wait long, not after he sat down the doorknob turned and Obat walked in, carrying to cups of grog.
"Here you go." She set a foming cup in front of him and sat down in the chair facing him, she took a sip from the cup looking over the rim at him. "So, what happened to my Tom? He has to stay out there again hasn't he?"
"No."
"Has he found what we were looking for?"
"Yes."
"Is he coming home?"
"No."
She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, "Why not?"
Silver looked all around the room, his mechanical eye analyzing everything, tying to find an easier. "Because, he is-there isn't an easier way fer me ter be sayin' t'is-he is dead."
Whatever explanation Obat had been expecting this wasn't it. The cup she had been holding in her hand fell to the floor and shattered, as it did, all the light, happy expectancy drained out of her eyes. She rested her face in her hands, and her ears drooped.
"How did it happen?" She asked.
"He was shot."
Her head snapped up and her eyes blazed with fury. "By who?"
"I dunno." He leaned across the table and rested his hand on her shoulder. "Its okay lass, he died quickly, he didn't suffer."
She looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes, and nodded.
"He also tol' me ter give ye t'is." He reached down into his pocket with his mechanical hand and pulled out the small pouch that Tom had told him to give to her. Obat looked at the pouch and then numbly took it from him, she carefully unlaced its binding and overturned it on the table. Just as silver had suspected, gold coins rolled out of it, among them was a small, unadorned golden ring. An engagement ring. Obat picked it up and clutched it to her chest, fighting back the tears. She slipped it on one finger and then began looking through the coins, going over at each of them with careful eyes. Then she found what she was looking for, she picked up what looked to be nothing more than a coin, except that it had a large 'X' carved into it. Obat pulled at it, and with a hiss, it separated, only a small metal bar holding it together, then she gave it a twisted each side in an opposite direction and pushed it back together. A large glowing sphere was projected out of it; topographical green lines zoomed all over it. It could only be one thing,
"A map." Silver whispered.
Obat looked up at him, "Yes, a treasure map."
Silver stared at her, "What, is this what ye where looking for?"
"Yes, we-that is me and Tom-have been searching for this for years. It is legendary, though not well known, you can see by the look of the map how it would be almost impossible to find.
"Can ye tell me?" He looked down at the girl. She looked so calm, so determined, almost like, Jim had, when he had set off on a piece of scrap metal to save him, and the Legacy.
"There is not much point in keeping it secret now. Those people who killed Tom, undoubtedly knew about this, and if Tom trusted you enough to bring this to me, then I can trust you as well." She sat a little taller in her seat, "This map leads to the treasure of the pirate Robbins. When I met Tom I had herd the legend and believed it, so had he. As we grew to know each other we vowed to find this map, and get that treasure. But in order to do that one of us had to look for it, and the other had to save up to commission a ship when we did. Me and Tom both knew enough about ships, and how to sail them so ether of us could have been hired on a vessel, but I already had a job here, so Tom decided to look for the map. He used to check in now and again, to see if I had gotten any leads. Working at a bar makes it easy to ask questions you see. I've almost got enough to commission a ship." Her shoulders sagged a little. "But its still not enough, it'll take me at least another year to save up enough."
Silver looked at her thoughtfully, he could tell that, that was not the whole story, but if she wasn't ready to tell him, so be it. Then an idea came to him, "Lass, tell me how much are you short?"
Obat's ears perked up at this. "About a hundred and fifty, why?"
"Because lass, I've got a hundred, and I know a ship that can be commissioned, for that."
"Really, where."
"Montressor space port. All she'd need is a crew."
"But how would I get there?"
"We would, hire out ourselves on a ship bound for that port, and then commission it when we get there."
Obat smiled, "What, is your name?"
"John Silver."
"Well Silver, you've got yourself a deal. And an even portion of the treasure for you." She held out her hand, and Silver shook it.
A/N: Well there ya go, R&R!