Treasure Planet: Emily's Story
Chapter One
Emily awoke to the sound of screaming. She let out a long, low groan. If her parents were going to fight, did they have to do it so early in the morning? She sighed and reluctantly got ready for the upcoming day, taking more time with her bright orange hair than strictly necessary to waste time before tying it back into a long pony tail, and headed down stairs. She greeted both of her parents with a simple "Good morning," but both of them were too busy fighting to notice her. This would have broken most kid's hearts, but Emily was sadly used to it. In all of her 14 years, she couldn't remember one day that had not been like that.
On her way to town, she passed the Old Benbow Inn, an old place that was practically a land mark to her, even though she had never been in it. She saw a familiar boy with a chestnut brown bowl haircut, long bangs, and a braided rattail take off on a solar surfer. They went to the same school. "What's his name again?" she whispered silently. She couldn't recall, so she just shrugged it off and made her way into town.
Her day in town was the same as always. After her shift at her Aunt's Café, she headed by the book store. They didn't have anything new, but they rarely did, so she wasn't surprised.
Her day was looking like it would be completely uneventful as she walked home in the rain. That all changed when she heard a loud crash come from only a few yards away. She rushed over to the source of the sound, a small crashed ship. She saw the boy who was solar surfing earlier jump off the roof of the Benbow Inn rush over as well.
"You're ok in there, right?" asked the boy
The door of the ship opened to reveal an old tortoise like creature wheezing and clutching on to a wooden chest.
"I don't think he's alright, at all," said Emily, looking up from to creature to look at the boy.
"He's a-comin'.Can you hear him? Those gears and gyros clickin' and whirrin'... like the devil himself!" said the creature.
"Uh, you hit your head there pretty hard, didn't ya?" asked the boy.
"He's after me chest..."
"Who's after your chest?" asked Emily, concerned.
"That fiendish cyborg and his band of cutthroats." The creature wheezed. "But they'll have to pry it... from old Billy Bones' cold, dead fingers afore l… argh!"
"We need to get him inside!" Emily demanded. The boy nodded in agreement. They both took one arm of the creature and led it inside. The whole while, the creature, newly known as Billy Bones, held onto to his chest for dear life.
"Mom's goin' love this", said the boy sarcastically.
