Chapter 1: Finaly Somthing New.

The cobblestone streets were extra busy today. People were aimlessly walking about in their usual way, pushing past a crowd just to get their bread, or window shop. Occasionally there would be a newspaper boy yelling at that crowd telling of the news or how awful people were for not picking up a darn newspaper from a poor helpless boy. Today was the same as always, but a little more dilapidated than usual.

Jordon Hawkins had to go to work fast or else Mr. Clawer would whip him for sure. It was not a matter of slacking off. It was because Mr. Clawer pretended to sulk and sob as if Jordon didn't care about him, making Jordon feel bad and giving Mr. Clawer a free chance to be extra cruel to him for the next few hours.

"For peet's sake. It's only a fruit and vegetable shop. Can he not run it by himself without me for five minutes?" Jordon muttered pushing past the never ending crowd of people…and aliens. The problem was, he truly needed this job, if anything. He wanted to take after his father, Jim, and follow his exact footsteps. Well, maybe not exact footsteps seeing that there no longer was a place called treasure planet. But doing a mystical adventure sounded cool enough for him.

Imagine the publicity I could get! He thought. And the girls would be crawling all over me.

Jordon already had a bit of a head start. People frequently told him "You're the spitting image of your Dad" or "You act just like your father". But they constantly added "however, your hair isn't as neat as his" or "You know, you don't really look the type for adventure."

What the FRICK!? I'm just about capable for anything or everything. I AM JORDON the MIGHTY. JORDON the-

He never got to finish his last thought because he just arrived at the fruit stand and Mr. Clawer threw a wash cloth in his face. "You," the stubby fat man said "are late."

Jordon sighed at this comment and took the wash cloth off his face to throw it into a bucket filled with water and soap. He picked up the heavy bucket and answered "I'll get to "washing" the windows right away."

The good thing about Jordon's job was that he had lots of time to think. Among staring at the bundles of fruits and beyond the dripping water on the "being washed" windows, Jordon's mind was actually turning. He often thought about his father Jim Hawkins and the story he kept on telling him and his sister about treasure planet. He thought about how currently they lived in the INN helping their grandmother Sara run it. He thought about the Doppler triplets and how, (even though they were a few years older than him) they now looked smoking hot and how their brother Timothy won every astronomy prize ever made. Patricia, Marissa, Narssisa, was all studying things like navigating and map making now and apparently they had no need for classes because their skills were way beyong ordinary. However Patricia insisted on keeping those classes because it's pleasing to do something they actually enjoy without their mother nosing about their shoulders and criticizing them.

Ahhhh, typical Amelia. Jordon was still washing the windows making sure every spot would be covered but he didn't really realize he was doing a half-ass job. I'm so glad she's not my mother. Jordon, defiantly had a mother, he just didn't really care about her much, seeing that she wasn't half as interesting as the rest of the people he puts up with every day. He started having second thoughts about what he had just thought…

Anyway if there was an interesting person in the world that would have to be his older sister Cathy. Girls were just so interesting to him. The way they talked about things and didn't make any sense whatsoever. The way they had that "special thing" once a month and became all moody for no coherent reason.

What the hell is that special thing anyway? He was just so intrigued by his sister so he observed her every day and spied on her and for some reason this would make her blazin' mad. That by the way was another thing Jordon put on his list of "interesting things about girls."

For the past five months she had a boyfriend who was a jack ass of a kind of guy. And of course he was a nosey little twerp. He was wealthy as anything too and Jordon thought she was rushing things a little too fast. He watched them make out once and it was awkward as hell. She didn't seem to enjoy it that was for sure. Jordon thought it was all about enjoying yourself if you were going to have a boyfriend in a girls point of view but maybe he was wrong. Anyway, he and his dad don't seem to like this guy, and who cares about Jordon's mom's opinion?

Gander was the guy's name and what that guy would do was boss Cathy around like you would not believe. Unlike most brothers and sisters, Jordon actually cared for his sister even though she ratted on everything he would do.

Go, Jordon, you are the best! Go, Jordon you are slick as hell! Go Jordon you are the MAN of all men! GO Jordon GO Jordon GO Jordon Jordon-

"Jordon!!" Once again Mr. Clawer interrupted his thoughts. "you've been working on that window for a bloody hour! Soon you're going to wash out the entire window itself. STEP ON IT BOY"

"Alright. Alright. I'm moving to the next window I'm moving to the next window. Sorry Mr. Clawer." He rolled his eyes slightly.

"Actually, your not safe doing windows. Your daydreaming is over powering your petty little mind. I want you to move the oranges and the raspberries to the other end of the fruit stands. I haven't put them out yet, and they seemed to be very popular to the crowd just yesterday. I'll take over your window washing from here." with that he whacked Jordon with his wood rod and Jordon lept up into action immediately going in to get oranges and raspberries.

Near the end of the day, the fruit stands were nearly empty leaving only a few onions and durian fruit to stink up the "what used to be a busy" street. The book shop was right next to them and people would complain about the durian fruit and how it made the new books seem like they smelled like a mixture of vomit and sewage. But the store owner Mr. Rhim didn't care. He was a cheery rhino alien unlike Mr. Clawer who was just… vulgar.

Today was something completely different. Jordon was sitting bored as usual taking money from buyers or making packages, when he over heard Mr. Rhim speaking to an unfamiliar horse-like guy with a moustache. Jordon never caught the first few sentences but the words "ship" and "Universe" spiked up his attention at once.

"So you have heard about them? Have you?" Mr. Rhim cheerily uttered giving a laugh and clutching his suspenders. "News travels fast you know. Like how Mr. Yeast used other aliens for the toppings of his famous linguini pasta. They only found out yesterday, and now its just about everywhere in the planet."

"Yes well. That's hardly the point now is it?" said the unfamiliar face. "I heard they are coming here. It's all along the lines of getting a new crew because half of their crew betrayed them and the other half is just plain stupid. It's hard to believe two men such as themselves works with a bunch of juveniles. I believe it's just after all that trouble they were in before caused the whole lot to go bloody mad. After all they've been centimetres close to about 30 black holes survived supernova explosions and just about traveled beyond the universe. They say there are more just more universes out there. Blimey, and I thought the universe was flat. How many pirate attacks did you hear they had?"

"Oh…I dunno, I think I heard 102 attacks? And what do you mean flat?"

"Exactly! That's what I heard as well. And never mind about the flat stuff. But I figure if everyone had heard accurately the same number it's bound to be true."

"What 102? Oh…I don't know."

Jordon's mind turned furiously. 30 Black holes? Beyond the universe? 102 Pirate attacks? Who were these so called men? And a crew! Oh those beautiful two words. New crew. Hah. They even rhyme. Where do I sign up?!

Without thinking, Jordon walked up to the two men.

"Excuse me," He said " but I heard you two discuss something that somehow…made…me…want to learn more about that…thing" Unfortunately Jordon wasn't very good at dialect. He was not a very convincing speech deliverer either. Something he would never forgive his dad for. "Discuss" was probably the most complex word he had ever used in context.

The horse dude stared at him. It was innerving. "You mean to say, you've been listening in on out conversation?"

"Yes…I mean No…I mean…"

"Oh that's quite alright Jordon" replied Mr. Rhim with another wisp of a smile. "The news has yet to be discovered. What we were talking about was the two pilots or sailors or...whatever we call them nowadays. They are now ranked the two most productive discoverers of our time."

"This practically means they are the two greatest men in the universe." The other man added.

"…And how they," Rhim continued "are coming here straight to the space station." He pointed to the "what appeared to be a moon" but was actually the most frequently used space port of their planet. Mr. Rhim paused, so that it might give an affective input on that one phrase but instead it just gave an awkward moment of crickets chirping.

"Umm…and who are these men?" Jordon said breaking the silence.

"Blimey boy." this was the first time Mr. Rhim seemed a bit upset. "Are you totally oblivious to the world?"

"Y- Yah…I guess" Jordon had no idea what oblivious meant so he felt safer to just admit whatever the man was saying.

"You mean you haven't heard their stories of finding planets of treasure, fighting off giant whales, regaining what had been taken from them from pirates? Going on ghost ships?"

"Nope" Jordon willingly said in a feeblish manor.

"I can't believe it!" said the horse looking guy. "This boy seems to have never heard of Captain Bobosha Elegar and Morchesso Vandessa . I think he's been locked up in a cellar for his entire life living on nothing but cellary."

"Now, now, Mr. Efry" Mr. Rhim urged "He's only a boy"

"But he's a teenaged BOY"

As Mr. Rhim and Mr. what was now his name Efry bickered on, Jordon discreetly tiptoed off in the opposite direction. Jordon had the money. He'd explored practically this entire planet, and now Jordon knew his future plans exactly.

"One ticket to the Space Station please."