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Hold dear the Studious and Invariant
Doppler's Point of View
Well, there's nothing more enjoyable than a lovely dinner at the Benbow Inn, other than maybe a nice breakfast or lunch there, of course. I usually eat my meals here, being it is rather lonely and not to mention desolate to stay at my own home for any repast. However, I am waiting for my dish to arrive, so I have occupied the time by reading one of the books I carried along with me. So engrossed in it was I, that I almost didn't notice my food being placed in front of me.
"Sorry, Delbert. It's been a madhouse here all morning!" a slightly strained, yet cheerful voice said rousing me from an interesting read. It was Sarah Hawkins, the innkeeper and a dear friend of mine. She had a lot on here plate, so to speak, and even though the order was late that was fine with me.
"No problem, Sarah," I responded, placing my book down with the others and glancing down at my meal. Of course, being the well-refined canid dinner that I am, there was nothing like enjoying every aspect of the food before me.
"Ah. My Alponian Chowder with the extra solara seed!" I said, happily tucking my napkin under my chin. "Mmm, yum." As I took in the scent of my dish, however, a pair of hands, then eyes appeared over my table. At first I was a little concerned as to why this little girl was at my counter staring up at me.
"Hello . . . what brings you here, curious little . . . one?" I asked, anticipating a quick, child like answer but none came. So I decided to use a different tactic and ignore the little one, hoping they'd lose interest and run off. As I gathered up a spoonful of my chowder she seemed to back away, but instead of running off she stood and watched as I pulled the spoon close to my mouth. Now I was usually patient, but I soon found myself annoyed by the young girl's presence. If there was one thing I couldn't stand it was someone staring at me while I'm eating as if they wanted what I had.
"Go away," I said as politely as possible. She didn't even respond so I asked a more lucrative question. "Are your parents around?" I proceed to look around, hoping to make eye contact with the mother or father of this lovely child. Failing to find them or receive an answer from the girl, I decided to approach with a more humorous tone toward my pest . . . guest.
"What's the matter? Cat got your- YAH!"
As if from nowhere, the little miss shot her tongue out toward my spoonful of chowder, pulled the food from it back to her mouth, and preceded to swallow it whole, all in the blink of an eye. Needless to say I was a bit . . . unnerved from the encounter and decided to take it all in, slowly.
"Oh, they're so adorable at that age," I heard Sarah say as I gradually turned to study my spoon in disgust. I mean, it licked my eating utensil for Pete's sake.
"Oh yes . . . deplorable." 'Did that come aloud?' was all I was thinking before I quickly corrected with "Uh . . . adorable! Hmm." As I took off my napkin, being I had lost my appetite, I decided to change my topic and talk with Sarah about her son.
"Speaking of which, how's Jim doing?"
"Much better. I know he had some rough spots earlier this year, but I really think that he's starting to turn a corner," she replied. I was happy to hear that and was going to respond when suddenly the entrance to the inn swung open to reveal Jim standing with two robot constables.
"Mrs. Hawkins," the one, to the right of the boy, stated.
"Jim!" Sarah shouted, dropping the dishes she had in her hands. My happy response to our previous conversation changed into a quick response to the present situation.
"Ooh . . . wrong turn," was all I said glancing slightly away from the scene. As the constables listed their violations of what the teenager had done, I debated over whether to try and help or stay out of it. I mean really, it wasn't any of my business, nor was it my place to actually step in. No matter how many times I've tried to help in the past, nothing worked. 'Delbert, just sit back and remain quiet' is the usual thought, but it was always followed by 'What kind of a friend are you anyway.' So just as Sarah reached a pause in her sentence, I politely interrupted with the clearing of my throat.
"Pardon me, officers?" I said as I stood up, "Ehm. If I might, uh, interject here?" There was no stopping now, even though I really didn't know what I had going to begin with. As I walked over to where they stood I decided to use my position to its fullest.
"I am the noted astrophysicist, Doctor Delbert Doppler. Perhaps you've heard of me," I paused for just a second, getting the feeling I was talking to a brick wall, "No? Uh, I have a clipping." I proceeded to remove a newspaper article of one of my accomplishments from my breast pocket. I was then shocked when the roboconstable pointed squarely at me and asked if I was Jim's father. "Oh . . . ," was all I got out in my surprised state before Sarah came to my aid.
"Wh-no!" She stressed, waving her hands in the air.
"Good heavens, no-," I said, quickly recovering and waving my hands off as well.
"No, he-EW!"
I was slightly perturbed by her last comment, not knowing whether to take it as a save or an insult.
"He's just an old friend of the family," is what she said next, letting me know she meant well by placing a hand on my back.
"Back off, Sir!" was the return I received from both constables. I backed down, not wanting to withstand any kind of confrontation with the authorities. Sarah at least let me leave with some dignity.
"Thank you, Delbert. I will take it from here."
"Well, Sarah, if you insist . . . ," I stated and as an after thought, leaned in and added, "Don't ever let me do that again."
As I quickly made it to the safety of my table once again, I couldn't help but look back at the scene. Sarah didn't deserve all this, nor was it entirely her son's fault, though he could stand to be more disciplined. Running this inn looked to be no easy task and raising Jim had to be a job in of itself. I listened as the androids threatened with 'a one way ticket to juvenile hall.' When they left, it was then I realized how quiet it was. In fact all the costumer's around me were staring at the Hawkins. Quickly, I returned my line of sight back to the table and grabbed my bowl of water to drink, slightly embarrassed that I had been staring to begin with.
I then continued on to stare at the bottom of the container I was drinking from, thinking. 'How long ago had it been since Leland left?' I asked my self, knowing the answer was seven years. Seven long years since that scoundrel set foot here. I knew such thoughts were petty, but I wish I could meet up with that man again. I would be more than happy to give him a piece of my mind for the torment he put this family through. Of course, the rather realistic part of me knows that I would probably fly before I confronted that man. This thought pretty well peeved me into my usual thoughts of self adequacy. However, my thoughts were rudely interrupted by a loud, shrill voice.
"Mrs. Hawkiiiiins! My ju-uuuice!" Mrs. Dunwoodie yelled from her table. If she yelled about that juice one more time, I was going to give it to her right over the top of her head. Oh. I just need to calm down. This evening had certainly taken a turn for the worse, but there was no reason to be mean-spirited about it.
I looked up quickly from my self talk when Sarah sighed softly, passing by me on her way to get the drink that was requested. When she turned back toward me I could see the tired eyes and stress lines of a worried mother. I looked down to my plate, then out the window to the approaching thunderstorm. I knew that she would like to talk or at least vent her frustration out with someone, and even though the weather seemed ominous, and I wasn't sure if my mare, Delilah, would be okay if she received her dinner late, I was willing to be that someone to talk to.
I grabbed my book once again and began reading as I was waiting for the costumer's to finish and clear out. Looking up occasionally I would notice Jim coming to and from the kitchen, collecting dirty dishes and looking as sullenly as ever. It wasn't exactly his movements or actions that would give you the impression that he was troubled, but his posture. Head and eyes lowered, shoulders slumped, almost in defeat to some invisible foe, and a dull gaze. Though he had his lighthearted moments, recently they had been few and far between. Sometimes I wish that I could just run up to him and explain how much he could have going if he would just put forth more faith and will. But we all knew that's not what he wanted to hear for it had already been passed by him before.
"Are you finished with that?" A voice suddenly broke in. Shocked, and slightly disturbed by the fact that I had been staring off into space for so long, I quickly looked up to see Jim, who stared at me in what looked to be minor annoyance.
"Um, no thanks, Jim," I answered as calmly as I could. It wasn't that I was exactly finishing up my plate, but I wanted a more obvious reason for my extended visit. I humored the notion by picking back up my spoon, wiping it thoroughly and taking a few bites. It wasn't long after this when closing hours came and the inn emptied. I noticed that Jim had slipped up stairs, probably to his room and it appeared Sarah noticed as well. She didn't seem to mind. He often went upstairs after getting into trouble.
I watched silently from my seat Sarah collecting scattered cups and plates, not knowing whether I should ask to help. I had in the past, but was always told no. One reason being I was not exactly the best kitchen hand, with breaking the dishes and all. I was well aware that she used the cleaning as a form of vehicle to ignore or detour the frustration. Even though she had what I would call nothing short of courage and strength to go day in and day out with the burden of being a signal parent, she sure showed the weary battle. When she came to my table I broke the silence.
"I really don't know how you manage it, Sarah. Trying to run a business while raising a felon like . . . felon . . . fellow . . . fellow like Jim." I could have kicked myself. Honestly, that's not what I meant to say, but thank goodness Sarah didn't notice, or at least didn't hold it against me.
"Managing it? I'm at the end of my rope! Ever since his father left, well . . . Jim's just never recovered."
I couldn't help but frown a bit as she turned to face me more upset then usual.
"And you know how smart he is. He built his first solar surfer when he was eight."
I nodded my head in agreement with her last statement and watched as she placed the tray of dishes on a near by counter.
"And yet, he's failing in school, he's constantly in trouble, and when I talk to him he's like a stranger to me. I just, I don't know, Delbert. I've tried everything . . . but nothing works . . . ," she sighed. I felt so powerless at that moment, knowing I could say or do nothing to really help at this time. I decided to remain silent for a while and just listen to Sarah's output rather than trying to insert my two cents. However, the silence of the room seemed to be shattered by the unmistakable sound of rain pelting the roof of the old building. Sarah's once strained face turned into one of concern as she faced me.
"Oh, Delbert. I'm so sorry for keeping you . . . I didn't mean . . ."
"That's all right," I assured her with a smile, "a little rain never hurt anyone."
"Still maybe you should head off now," she insisted walking over to the table.
"Are you sure? I'd be glad to stay longer?" I suggested. She responded with a look that very well spoke for itself. "All right, I'll be on my way then." She smiled authentically and began switching the blinds on the window to a more pleasant scene. I stood just as she sat, and grabbed my coat off the back of my chair. Her smile had slowly faded away, but her voice still sounded grateful.
"Thanks for listening Delbert . . . It helps."
As I tucked the books under my arm and glanced down at my friend's bowed head, I walked over and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"It's going to be okay," I said, smiling reassuringly as she looked up, "You'll see." Then I moved my hand down to her forearm and squeezed softly for encouragement as she slightly smiled again. I turned to head for the door, frowning a little, wishing I could do more. She began to reminisce aloud how she wished she had the same little boy as before.
"I just keep dreaming that one day I'll open that door, and there he'll be, just the way he was. A smiling, happy little boy, holding a new pet, and begging me to let him keep it," she said holding her locket. Nothing prepared us for what was on the other side of the door when I opened it. There stood Jim, in the pouring rain, supporting an old, nearly lifeless man, and carrying an old space chest. I stood in mild shock while Sarah reacted quickly.
"James Pleiades Hawkins! What i-,"
"Mom, he's hurt! Bad!" Jim interrupted laying the stranger down on the ground and setting the trunk down as well.
"Me chest, lad," was all I clearly heard the man say as Jim obliged him by pushing it toward him. Soon after handing off the contents of the space chest to Jim, the stranger slipped back and breathed his last. Next thing we knew, a group of obviously angry characters moved onto the inn, shooting off the handle to the door and ransacking the place. Luckily, we had managed to run upstairs before they came in. I swung open the bedroom window that lead to a two-story drop where Delilah and my carriage stood. I ordered for my mare to stay, helped Sarah and myself up onto the window sill, and proposed to jump on the count of three when Jim promptly pushed us over the edge. Favorably, we all landed safely in the carriage and I shouted for Delilah to get out of the there. Unfortunately, the bandits who broke in also caused a fire, engulfing the poor building.
The ride back to my own home was awfully quiet with Sarah more forlorn than ever and Jim even more distant. I personally was more shocked than anything, but I did take note of what Jim was holding in his hands. A palm-sized sphere with strange markings on it. By the look of it the ball seemed to be made of a bronze-gold material. Not quite bright and shiny, but neither dull nor dim. The rain was finally letting up a little so I decided to break the silence by asking about the object that seemed to bring this calamity.
"May I have a look at it, Jim?" He glanced up at me and then back to the sphere, before placing it in my open palm with a dead-panned 'sure'. Holding it, I could tell that it was surprisingly lighter than I had guest, and even more irregular up close. It had strange writing on it that I had never seen before.
"I'll have to have a better look at it in the light," I stated quietly, handing it back to him. Then we both turned to Sarah, who was still resting her head in her hands. I moved my eyes sadly back to the road that was now leading into my estate and sighed. The inn was probably destroyed by now or damaged beyond reapair, anyway. I would gladly offer my home to them, but if I knew Sarah, which I did, she would insist upon acquiring a place for themselves, pronouncing she didn't want to be a burden. She wouldn't take anything from anyone, not because she was rude, but more out of the way she was brought up more than likely. I had more than I knew what to do with and would try to help her out with small things such as energy bills or late payments on the inn. Of course I would always have to sneak the money by; like tipping a hundred and leaving hastily before she had time to argue for example.
As my house came into sight I briefly ran over a list of things to do, one of which was to warm a fire in my study, being we were all a little damp from the weather. After dropping Sarah and Jim off at the entrance of my home, I took Delilah over to her stable and fed her an extra bucket of bullyadous oats for her patience. I quickly then came around front and unlocked my doors so that we could all enter.
"Um here," I said, leading them to my study, where I speedily lit a fire, to provide light as well as heat. I was quite happy to find that the area around my fireplace was relatively clear, considering that the rest of the room was cluttered to say the least. It isn't that I disliked organization or anything, it's just I didn't have time or want to spend time for that matter, doing trivial things.
"Why don't you sit here, Sarah?" I offered gesturing to a chair near the fire. I turned to Jim, ready to offer a seat but he was gone. Rather than try to pursue him, I decided to turn my attention back to Sarah. Of course, I really had nothing to say at that moment. While standing for a very awkward minute, I noticed I was slightly shaking. With my coat being soaked through, I knew why. Figuring that Sarah was probably as chilled and shaken, I decided some hot tea would be a good idea.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to make some tea."
As I walked out of the room, sliding the wet article of clothing off, I bumped into the boy who was standing almost right behind the door. He seemed apprehensive and a bit ashamed to enter the room. I noticed he was still holding the bronze orb and asked again if I could have a look at it. We both hovered over it as I rotated it in my hands trying to figure out the symbols that decorated its surface. Why would those ruffians attack us for this? Then I remembered I was suppose to be making tea and poor Sarah was probably just as cold as I was.
"Why don't you put this down over there and fetch your mother a blanket from the closest here," I finally said handing the object back, before pointing to where there should be sheets. He nodded quickly and made his way onward. I could tell that he really did care for his mother's well being, but he just didn't understand that the best he could do was straighten up. But then again, I couldn't judge him or blame him for what happened in his life. I was distraught just looking at the situation. I couldn't imagine actually how any of them felt. Laying down the wet coat to dry, I grabbed a robe and tied it around me before heading to the kitchen. As I looked out the window, a very troubling thought came to mind. What if they followed us?
"Better to get a hold of the authorities immediately," I said to no one in particular, as I set down a kettle of water on the stove. I soon found it a waste of time to even call. What I gathered from the long drawn out explanation was information I already knew. It appeared neighbors had already called in reports of laser fire and shouts coming from the Old Benbow Inn. Pirates, it would seem, ransacked the place, but of coarse I could have gathered as much from the schooner that had come to rest at the front of the Inn. It wasn't surprising that they escaped, but it was bitterly hard to take in the fact that the inn was gone. Everything. Gone. How would Sarah take this? Though I knew she probably did not expect much back to begin with, all of it was gone. There couldn't have been a worse time than now for this to happen to Sarah. Even though it was summer and Jim was not going to be in school, those months had so far brought in the most money for that Inn since she opened it. With vacations and people being too lazy or hot to cook, the Benbow always flourished. The high-pitched whistle of the kettle yanked me out of my thoughts and I quickly took it off the stove, burning my uncovered hand in the process.
"Why do I have to be so darn absent minded?" I murmured, grabbing a towel to lift the kettle and tending to my scorched fingers. As I prepared the tea in a proper pot, I could hear Jim still searching for that blanket. I really needed to look into organizing things in a manner others would understand. What I called clean was obviously way off from most's definitions. After tea was made and I found a tray to carry it on, I made my way back to the study. The overwhelming silence that usually drove me insane in this house was broken by the stomping of boots across my wooden floors. It appeared Jim had found the blanket. Even though I wished it was under better circumstances, it was good to have someone over. Yet, how was it that I'm going to tell Sarah about the Benbow? Best to come outright with it and hope that it comes out right.
"I just spoke with the Constabulary," I said placing down the tea set on the coffee table in front of her, "those blaggard pirates fled without a trace." I decided to kneel down next to the chair before continuing. "I'm sorry, Sarah . . . I'm afraid the old Benbow Inn has burnt to the ground." I could see in her eyes that I had just confirmed what she feared. If only I could really tell her how genuinely remorseful I was. I understood that she had lost a whole lot more than a home and livelihood in that old building. But what was I to say other then 'sorry'. Enough of that though. I had to change the topic for the sake of all our nerves.
"Well, certainly a lot of trouble over that odd little sphere." I said watching Jim, who had just wrapped the blanket around his mother and walked off to where he had laid the object. Handing Sarah a cup I continued. "Those markings baffle me. Unlike anything I've ever encountered," which I said with truth. It was something other worldly or at least in an old dead language. "Even with my vast experience and superior intellect, it would take me years to unlock it's- Hey!"
As I had turned to pour the tea, Jim had, in ten seconds I might add, unlocked whatever it was sending a green glow into my room. Suddenly the study was engulfed in small lights that began to form images and graphs, lines to planets and courses. I instantly recognized what I was looking at.
"It's- a map," I breathed, not quite use to seeing a map of this quality let alone scale of. Then I saw it.
"Wait! Wait wait wait. This is us! The planet Montressor!"
I reached out to touch the image that was hovering in front of me when I was surprised by a flash of light. Then the hologram began to move. It was truly amazing what we were witnessing. This map was progressing through areas of the Etherium that were less traveled and that I've only gotten glimpses of through my telescope, but the path it was choosing to go I could still recite the surroundings.
"That's the Magellanic Cloud! The Coral Galaxy! That's Cygnus Cross, and that's the Calyan Abyss! Wait, what's this, what's this . . . ? I stopped, looking at what I thought was only a legend. "Why, it-it's . . ."
"Treasure Planet . . . !" I heard Jim say. That's it though, wasn't it.
"No!"
"That's Treasure Planet!"
"Flint's Trove? The loot of a thousand worlds! Do you know what this means!" I practically shouted, too excited to honestly care. This was the map to Treasure Planet! The map to the greatest discovery of this or any other century!
"Whoever brings it back would hold an eternal place atop the pantheon of explorers! He'd be able to experience-Whoo! What just happened?" I jumped, slightly taken a back by the quick lighting change when Jim closed the map. My study was returned to its fire lit status. I watched as he walked over to his mother and began to campaign, if you will, his want to go. To be honest, I really wanted to go too. This was a chance of a life time for me. To actually do what I've always wanted to and read about. An opportunity to venture forth into the open etherium, into uncharted regions and explore the legendary planet. Oh, just thinking about it makes me desire to already be on my way.
" . . .Delbert, would you please explain how ridiculous this is?" Sarah broke into my thoughts. Had to think of a quick response to her question, though I wasn't entirely listening.
"It's totally preposterous. Traversing the entire galaxy alone!" She seemed to be pleased with this answer, but I sure wasn't.
"Now, at last we hear some sense."
"That's why I'm going with you!" I said quickly, while grabbing a near by bag for packing. I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was no longer pleased, but Jim sure was.
"Delbert!"
"I'll use my savings to finance the expedition! I'll commission a ship!" I thought out loud, grabbing things I knew would come in quite handy on a voyage and dropping them into the travel pack. Now, I needed that toothbrush. Spotting it, I climbed up my stack of books where the cup it was sitting in was. "Hire a captain and a crew!" Yes all this was actually going to work out.
"You're not serious!" I heard Sarah say. Woman, I could be no more serious. Ah, of course a more proper response was in order.
"All my life I've been waiting for an opportunity like this," I said, sliding off my stack of reading material to land in front of her and Jim, throwing down the bag beside me, "and here it is screaming- 'Go Delbert! Go Delbert! Go-"
"Okay, okay, you're both grounded!" She yelled, thus dashing my enthusiasm.
"Mom, look . . . I know that I keep messing everything up . . . ," Jim began, obviously being quite sincere, "and I know . . . that I let you down."
I could tell by Sarah's expression that she was impacted by her son's understanding. To tell the truth, I'm a little surprised as well. Jim really isn't the troublemaker he's portraying in his behavior. He needs just a little help and a chance to prove himself. I'm sure that this trip will do just that. It's better than sending him off to juvenile hall anyway.
"Sarah? Sarah, eh mhm . . . If I may?" I interjected, calling to have a private conversation. After we were aside a little, and Jim was out of listening range I continued in a quiet voice.
"You've said yourself, you've tried everything. There are much worse remedies than a few character-building months in space."
She looked up at me with skeptical eyes.
"Are you saying this because it's the right thing, or because you really want to go?"she asked. Might as well be truthful.
"I really, really, really, really want to go," I pleaded before adding with genuine sincerity, "and it's the right thing."
She turned back to Jim as did I.
"Jim, I don't wanna lose you!" were the words she spoke to her son. I realized then that this really was a difficult choice for her to make. Jim, after all, was all she had left and a few months would be the longest he's stayed away from home. Not that they had much of a home now anyway. Besides, I know we'll be safe. After all, I know plenty of scientific explorers who have gone out to the farthest reaches of space, to uncharted galaxies and new, never seen worlds. They returned, for the most part anyhow. Of coarse there will be a little danger, a bit of adventure . . . Yes, I just can't wait. Then I noticed the pause in my companion's conversations. It appeared that Sarah was as close as we would ever receive to a 'yes, you can go.'
"Well," I said a tad cautiously, stepping next to both of them, "there we are, then." I smiled down at Jim, before tuning to Sarah. She started to turn toward me with the expression of second thought, but before she could voice a word, I quickly broke away to the window where I had a nice view of Crescentia.
"I'll begin the preparations at once! Jim, my boy, soon we'll be off to the spaceport!" I proclaimed, gesturing to the gem of Montressorian trade. This certainly was going to be exciting, something worth remembering.
"Treasure Planet," I heard Jim breath to himself as he eyed the map sphere in his hands. I really could see the wonderment in his eyes and smiled inwardly. This might be just what he has always wished for, but also what he needs. It reminded me of those odd times I'd voluntarily baby-sit him when he was younger. He always insisted on reading that faithful book 'The Legend of Treasure Planet.' Must have read it a thousand times while I was in his company. He truly did enjoy that book and I have to admit, some of that excitement rubbed off on me. But enough reminiscing, it's time to focus on what lies ahead.
"When do you plan on leaving," Sarah asked, quite reluctantly I might add. I was a bit hesitant to give an answer, knowing that it wouldn't be the one she wanted.
"I'll have to see. I'm not completely sure how to go about hiring out a ship, but I'm sure that we'll leave soon," I said satisfied with my response.
"I can't believe this . . . " Jim smiled.
"Me either," Sarah sighed. For a moment we stood in thoughtful silence as if waiting for the other to make a move. Oh well, might as well be the first to speak.
"All right, you two are probably tired, so your welcome to make yourselves at home. You know where the guestroom is . . ."
"Delbert?" Sarah said in a kind, but firm voice. I turned to face her directly, not knowing whether she was angry or concerned. I decided on a little bit of both as she asked Jim to kindly leave and focused back on me with stern eyes.
"I didn't exactly agree to this . . ." she began, in a tone only a mother could possess. I wanted to respond, but she quickly cut me off. "But I'm going to allow it."
"Sarah I assure you that you won't regret this," I said timidly, not knowing how she was taking the situation.
"I'm trusting him with you, Delbert," she enunciated before she lowered her eyes slightly. I really did not know what to say. I didn't think of it that way and now it was like a brick in the face.
"Don't worry. I will bring him home safely," I stated reassuringly.
"But what if something happens, and . . . and if you get lost out there and there's no way of finding you or get to you two . . ."
"Sarah, Sarah. I'm sure nothing will happen. And if it helps I will be hiring the best captain and crew, with the best vessel as possible. I'll even keep Jim in my sights for the entire voyage if I have to and . . . I promise, I promise nothing will happen to him," I said genuinely. I meant every word of it. Though Jim wasn't the friendliest travel companion, I still wanted him to come along. I wanted to see him improve probably as much as Sarah did.
"Thank you," she finally said, softening her expression, "maybe your right. Maybe he just needs a chance, right?"
I nodded in response before walking closer to her.
"Now why don't we get some rest, I'll have a lot to prepare for and I'm sure you're tired as well," I said warmly, directing our path back to the fireplace, where Jim had chosen to reside at. I picked up my cup of tea, as well as Sarah's for her, and placed them back on the tray. I half listened as the mother and son conversed about packing for the boy and other matters of the like. I couldn't help but think about the trip we were about to partake in. Wait, what was I going to bring. Seriously! A coat, toothbrush, and few astronomical devices were fine, but what does one need on an exploration. My heavens, I don't even know where to begin. Best to take matters like this slowly and carefully. Better not to run without our wits about us. I'll have to plan out our journey, not to mention make a trip to the bank and make sure my savings can cover the voyage. Then again I'll have to first see how much a crew, captain, and ship cost. What am I worrying about? I have plenty in my account; it can't be that expensive or could it? Ahh, so much to do! 'Delbert? Delbert?' Delbert what?
"Delbert!" Sarah basically shouted in my face. I must have disconnected for a moment. "Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to bed?" she asked both her and Jim giving me odd looks.
"Oh, of course, of course, I just need to clean up, you two go ahead."
I could see it was going to be difficult to sleep tonight.
Amelia's Point of View
Why is it so blasted difficult to sleep tonight? Of all nights to suffer from a horrible case of insomnia. Tired, exhausted, totally drained . . . doesn't even begin to describe this day's events. Really though, it is more than that, surly it is. Haven't had a decent voyage in so long, I think I'm about to lose my mind. Nothing against map makers, scientist, or, dare I say it, merchants, but could it get anymore dreadfully dull then to escort fat, bald . . . well anyway.
"Might as well get some work done around here," I yawned, looking around my nice sized flat. There usually was nothing that got me to sleep faster than household chores. As I did the mundane tasks that seemed to endlessly build up over time, due to the fact I was rarely home, I noticed my communicator was flashing, signifying I had a message. Probably some disgruntled consumer of the past or, better yet, the present.
"Ah, no. Mr. Arrow," I smiled, seeing the familiar frequency, "Now it would be horribly rude of me to call him at such a late hour, but it appears I'll have to," I said, seeing that he had tried to contact me several times. Calling him, I wondered what could be so urgent.
"Hello," my friend's deep, gruff voice came over.
"Yes Arrow."
"Captain, I have some news of . . ."
"Oh now certainly we don't have to pull formalities over the commun," I interrupted out of good spirit.
"Call it an old habit," he said, the smile evident in his voice.
"All right, all right. Now what of the news you have."
"It appears there's a chance at an exploration."
"Really? Go on."
"Remember the legends of Treasure Planet by any chance?"
"Yes, Yes. What spacer doesn't? Filthy pirates roaming the etherium, stealing treasure and innocent people's property then hiding it on some forsaken planet in the Coral Galaxy. So what of it?"
"What if I told you someone has found the map to that forsaken planet."
"I'd say you were crazy? But do go on," I said, now interested.
"No, I'm not crazy, but yes a map has been found. By the sound of it, I think a teenager accepted it from a strange man. At least that's what the financier said."
"Do you have them there? How much are they willing to pay for this trip? Where . . ."
"No need to be concerned, Captain. I anticipated your need for a challenge. We're booked for this morning, as you like, soon as possible. The financier is willing to pay any price for such a quick departure and we needn't worry about hiring a crew.
"Good man, Arrow. I'm not sure about someone else selecting my crew for me though."
"I know, but it was that or let the opportunity slip by."
"No, definitely wouldn't want that. So tomorrow, dock 170, five o' clock sharp."
"Most assuredly."
"Good. Well, this ought to be a fascinating voyage, at least better than pea-brained salesmen and pompous etherium biologist," I said smartly, receiving a light chuckle from my old friend, before saying our good nights. I have a feeling I will sleep better tonight and that the chores can wait.
After a few hours of blissful slumber, I awoke bright and early. Maybe not bright, being it was four, but definitely early. On my way to the washroom, I wondered about the voyage I was about to disembark on. A map to Treasure Planet sounded absurd or at least a bit unbelievable. I had taken plenty of trips through, around, and just about lived in the Coral Galaxy several times, and not once have I seen this so called treasure trove. How could a map like that wind up all the way out here, on Montressor no less. However, it's none of my real business and it does provide for a more exciting journey. Who knows, maybe the map is genuine.
"Well, enough of that, time to go," I said briskly to myself as I washed and dressed appropriately in my uniform. This is what I lived for! After slipping on my boots and grabbing a few needed supplies, such as my Bible, notes, and pocket knife, I headed out my flat, locking it up behind me. As I did, I yawned audibly. Next time I'm going to bed earlier. Had I known I'd be preparing for a trip the very next day I wouldn't have stayed out so late. Honestly, I'm not apart of the blasted navy anymore, but they insist upon my services constantly. Heaven forbid if they want me to escort anymore diplomats and dilapidated ships back to the home-front. Running into those rodent-faced Procyon excuses for an empire sure does take a great toll on one's reserves. Oh well, this was going to be different. This is going to be a voyage worthy of my profession, at least that's what I hope my friend has us booked for, which I'm sure it is. Mr. Arrow, ever looking for the job opportunity. Maybe I'll treat us to some good coffee and breakfast.
"Good morning Captain," I heard a familiar, though unwelcome, voice say from behind me. It could only be Anderson Hill, the second best captain in this galaxy and neighborhood scoundrel. Oh how I loathe this man.
"Yes, isn't it, and it is even better enjoyed by one's self," I said coldly.
"Now Captain, no need to be mean spirited," he retorted, coming way too close to me for my fancy.
"No, unless in the company of a back alley, reprehensible, mongrel such as yourself. And I mean that respectively of course," I disclosed. I had no time for this and was quite fed up with him all together. I picked up my pace to the docks, wanting no more of the conversation, but obviously he had other plans in mind. Quickly, and idiotically, he stepped in front of me.
"Now why are you being so spiteful ba- Captain."
Even though my face was as stiff as stone, I was smiling wickedly inside, remembering the time he had called me babe. When you leave with a black eye and a limp, you'll always remember to address a captain correctly. As funny as that was then, it was becoming tiresome now. Persistence seems to be his middle name, and in this case, that was a bad thing.
"Look Captain Hill, I have no time for foolishness or you. I have a crew to organize, a ship to launch, and a voyage to oversee. If your done wasting my time with such petty concerns I would most appreciate you stepping aside," I stated most seriously. I could see the anger and embarrassment written in his face. The few other early birds that were out also added to his shame. The captain did step aside and I continued on my way with one well-placed good-bye. Feeling rather good now, I was disappointed that Arrow couldn't have seen it. He probably had a few good words for the old captain as well.
Upon arriving at my ship, I immediately took notice of the seedy creature that was boarding her. I must say, I wasted no time reaching my ship to interrogate the suspicious character. However, what I saw just about killed me. The ship, my ship, was literally crawling with the unethical low lives of society. In the middle of it all I found my disappointed first officer looking on with disfavor. Of course, I could deduce that the "persons" on the Legacy couldn't be pillagers, for Arrow would have informed the authorities. None the less, I wanted an explanation and I feared the answer.
"Tell me this is not the crew," I said, loud enough for Arrow to hear. He turned quickly and looked at me with great pity.
"I'm afraid so, Captain," he said. I turned back to see the appalling crew standing about as if there wasn't any such thing as work to be done. I'd have to fix that now, wouldn't I.
"Listen up men," I said firmly, grabbing most of the attention of the mob before me. However, most was not good enough, and Mr. Arrow knew me well that I didn't tolerate disobedience or rudeness.
"Your commanding officer has addressed you!" he yelled in such a tone that even those on the dock turned up to him. I couldn't help but smile inwardly, but my face was calm as I preferred.
"Thank you Mister Arrow. Now we have two hours to launch and I want this ship ready by then. If I find one of you slacking or lazing about you will be thrown off this vessel as of now. I do not tolerate two things on my ship: drinking and fighting. If I might add, I will also make it clear that this is my galleon and that I am your captain."
As I gave my speech I couldn't help but notice all the either blank, stupid stares or the glares of contempt. Whoever hired these dolts and cutthroats was either blind, a buffoon or both. I was almost afraid to ask my question of names form the blaggards, not really wanting to know them or their blighted pasts. Yet, you had to so you could fill out that blasted paper work.
"As you can see I am Captain Amelia and this is my First officer, Mr. Arrow. As you all more or less know, I'll need your names and forms."
"Aye Cap'n. I haves all the papers and names you'll be needing right here," a loud, oddly cheerful voice greeted from my left. I turned to see a . . . well, rather large man who was, I noted, also a cyborg. His right leg, arm, and eye were made of machinery, obviously replacing the lost ligaments. He held what appeared to be the paperwork, in his real left arm and held it out for me to take. I took it, but not without some caution.
"Thank you, Mister . . ." I said wanting to draw a name form the man, and of course it worked all too well.
"Mr. Long John Silver ma'am, at your service as the cook of this here fine ship . . ."
"Yes, thank you Mr. Silver, but now I need to sort out some documents, you have a galley to become acquainted with, and this crew," I said, turning my gaze upon those around me, " has a ship to prepare."
Instead of setting out to work immediately they stood giving me a blank, vacant stare. It wasn't hard to understand but the looks they were giving me you'd think I asked them to explain quantum mechanics.
"That isn't a suggestion gentlemen, I want it done straightaway."
That did the trick! I motioned for Arrow to follow me to my stateroom. As we entered, I closed and locked the door behind me.
"We can't do this!" I said aloud after a long pause. Arrow seemed to agree with my sentiment as he furrowed his rocky brow and let out a sigh.
"We have never backed out on an obligation before Captain, but in this case, there is sufficient reason to," he said looking at me with an almost humorous glint in his eye. Sure we had a few bad eggs in a crew before, but in this case the whole dozen or so seemed foul. Then again, like my friend says, we've never failed an obligation and never an adventurous one at that.
"Mmm, well I suppose it won't be all bad. Still I would like to know the specimen who hired these specimens," I said quite testily.
"Well, here, I'll find the paper on the financier."
"No, that won't be necessary, just give me the name and if possible occupation of the one who thinks a ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots make an exceptional workforce for a long skillful voyage," I said, happy with my new definition of the crew.
"A man by the name of Doctor Delbert Doppler," Arrow chuckled, obviously amused by my new definition of the crew as well.
"Now that's a mouthful. Doctor Delbert Doppler," I laughed, slightly. I wasn't prone to laugher, finding it very trite, but every once and a while a small laugh was appropriate.
"His occupation, I'll never forget, is the noted astrophysicist."
"Funny, his name doesn't ring any bells. Well, no matter. How about the teenager you mentioned."
"A Jim Hawkins. A somewhat juvenile delinquent. He's caused some trespassing violations in the mining areas of Montressor," Arrow frowned. Oh great, it was bad enough I had a horrible crew but now I would have to baby-sit a wayward teen. Or would I?
"Well, there's always cabin boy. I think this Mister Hawkins will fit in quite nicely there," I said matter of factually.
"Yes Captain, sounds good enough," Arrow smiled, "Would you like something to drink or eat?"
"Actually, I was going to treat us to a breakfast and coffee, but now that I've gotten a good look at our work hand I'm afraid to leave them here unsupervised."
He nodded in response and instead made the offer to pick up some coffee in the galley, permitting if Mr. Silver had it up and running yet. I agreed, wanting to get the tedious paperwork out of the way. Surprising enough the crew checked out fine and as I filled out forms and documents I couldn't help but wonder about my family. Not that it mattered anyway. They were gone now to a better place, but what would mother think. Probably wonder why I quit the navy. Poor father would have a heart attack if he found out I became the youngest captain in the history of her Majesty's Navy. Yes, too bad they're not here anymore.
"Here we are Captain."
I looked up quickly and received my cup of caffeine for the day from my old friend. It wasn't long until we both had to go on deck and organize the crew for the long journey. Fill the ship with supplies and make sure she was space worthy. Our guest would be arriving soon, and the voyage was almost ready to go underway. As I did my usual rounds about the ship, checking the supplies, ammunition, and rigging, I noticed that I had something other than my small navy's pocket knife, in my pocket. Stopping briefly to inspect the object, I barley got a look at it, as I was rudely mowed over by our cook. He of course didn't mean to run into me, or at least he better not have. Unfortunately, in the action to keep my balance, I lost the object from my hand and sight. I turned quickly to glare down the one whom so offended me.
"Oh, pardon me cap'n. Had I known I'd a . . ."
"What are you doing up here, Mr. Silver?" I asked, not wanting to listen to a long drawn out apology.
"Uh, yes well. Yous see, I needed to consults with you about what time were leaving."
"That, Mr. Silver, is no concern of yours, but we well be leaving by seven," I said not doing anything to cover my suspicious look from my face.
"Thank you cap'n. I suppose I best be gettin' back to me work."
"Yes, do," I said dismissing him with a wave of my hand. So much for the glass object, being it's out of sight and broken by now. Well better check on Arrow and make sure he's doing his job right. I walked across deck to the foot of the bridge, where he stood shouting orders to the riggers and specialists about.
"Mr. Arrow is everything ready or are we lagging behind," I said seriously, but I suppose with a hint of a smile to let him know I was being humorous.
"Yes Captain, I do believe preparations are finished and she's ready for launch, other than the usual minor things."
"Well, then I don't mind if I have a look around again. A once over if you will."
"Of course, Captain, but I a sure you it's shipshape," he boasted gladly.
"Yes," I elaborated, "but even a shipshape ship can shift state quick." As I went to inspect the vessel, I could hear his self-assured chuckle signifying the bet was on. Though money was never involved, he always amazed me with his quick preparation skills, but this could be the day to show him up. Just wait, Mr. Arrow. Just wait.