The Benbow Inn was flourishing with customers since its reconstruction nearly one year ago, and the Hawkins family was relatively well off because of it. The seventeen year old Jim Hawkins was helping his mother out around the inn by waiting tables and cleaning dirty dishes. Life had been good for the Hawkins in the past year. That is to say, life was good for them until a mysterious package was delivered to the Benbow Inn.

The package wasn't anything out of the ordinary. It was just a simple brown box that came with the rest of the mail one morning. No name was on the package to indicate who sent it, but Jim immediately knew who sent it by looking at the name to whom the package was addressed:

Jimbo

The only one who called him "Jimbo" was John Silver. A rush of excitement swelled up in Jim. He hadn't heard from Silver since the man had escaped the Legacy after giving Jim a handful of gold and jewels from Flint's treasure trove. He tore through the wrapping paper in a haste and opened the box. Inside was a golden sphere with odd mechanical shapes imprinted on the shell. It looked exactly like the map to Treasure Planet.

Jim grasped the orb in his hands, the metal shell feeling cool against his skin. Jim immediately ran up to his room and locked the door. Maps like these were a lost technology. No one knew how to use them anymore, including Silver... or, at least, that had been the case with the map to Treasure Planet. Jim slid the pieces of metal composing the map's shell around in the pattern familiar to him. The orb, as Jim expected, opened with a click, pouring out green lights. The lights jumped around in front of Jim and created a holographic projection of Silver.

"Jimbo," the hologram, obviously prerecorded spoke up, "I miss ya lad and I wish I could have come to see ya myself. However, there's something important that I need to ask of ya. I'm sorry for intruding upon your life, but you're the only person who I trust enough to share this information with. Throughout my travels, I learned that Flint's trove was only half of Flint's treasure. He also possessed something far more powerful: The Armageddon Key. Well, through my travels over the past year, I found the Key, and I've been trying to protect it from the Overlords. However, now I fear that I may not survive long enough to keep it out of their grasp. So, I have hidden the Key. I cannot reveal the Key's location to ya, lad, but this map will lead you to several special worlds that will point you right direction. I need for ya to find the key and destroy. I'm afraid that I am not strong enough to do the deed myself. If you go to the First Bank of Montressor, you'll find an account in your name with enough money to fund an expedition across the universe. Well... I think that's everything. Good luck, lad."

A million questions raced through Jim's mind at that moment, but not even a shadow of a doubt crossed his mind as to whether or not he would take up the task. Silver needed his help. That was all that mattered.

Jim's mother, Sarah Hawkins, was less than thrilled to hear that her son was about to take off on another expedition in space, but, after seeing how important this was to him, she agreed to let him go. B.E.N., of course, insisted upon accompanying Jim, and Morph followed Jim wherever he went. Jim used the money that Silver left to him to hire out the crew of a ship called The Dreamer. It was a modest looking ship, but it was sturdy and well crafted. Thankfully, the crew of this ship seemed very respectable and not at all pirate-like like the crew of The Legacy. The ship's captain was a jovial old man with a goofy white beard that reminded Jim of Santa Clause. Jim and B.E.N. were given their own cabin next to the captain's quarters. When they had finally settled into the cabin, Jim took back out the map.

"Hey, Jimmy, what's THAT?!" B.E.N. asked in his typical "outdoor voice" style, "That looks EXACTLY like the map to FLINT'S TROVE!"

Jim hushed B.E.N. and indicated to the robot to speak at a lower volume.

"This is the reason for this expedition," Jim explained, "Silver sent it to me. He needs me to find Flint's Armageddon Key and destroy it."

"THE ARMAGEDDON KEY?!" B.E.N. screeched before being quieted by Jim and continuing in a whisper, "The Armageddon Key was Captain Flint's ultimate weapon for destruction. No one was allowed to see it, not even me. He was planning on using it to unleash something really terrible into our world."

"Do you know what the Key is or what it releases?" Jim asked.

"Not a clue, Jimmy," B.E.N. admitted, "Flint kept everything about the Key on the down-low."

The ship sailed forward for two days, following Jim's instructions taken from the map. The ship approached a warp hole, a tear in the fabric of the universe that would allow The Dreamer to "jump" to a galaxy on the opposite end of the universe. As the ship passed through the warp hole, a blinding light engulfed it. When the light cleared, a large black vessel that was far different in appearance from the boat-like appearance of The Dreamer approached the ship. Horrific shrieks began to ring painfully loud in the air as human sized armored creatures with wrinkled green skin that glittered in the starlight jumped off of the vessel and onto The Dreamer.

"GOBLINS!" B.E.N. exclaimed in terror.

The crew of The Dreamer immediately engaged the armored attackers, however, none of the crew's weapons seemed to affect the goblins. The crew was being slaughtered by the attackers, one by one. Three goblins broke away from the pack and began to bound forward towards B.E.N. and Jim. Two of them leaped onto B.E.N. while one of them swiped at Jim with its claws. The goblin left a long cut on Jim's forearm that gushed blood. Jim groaned in pain and clutched his arm. The goblin slapped Jim to the ground with one swing of its grotesque arm, causing him to knock his head on the deck. Jim reached to his belt to grab his pistol, pointed it up the armored creature, and pulled the trigger of his pistol, sending a laser blast right at the chest of the creature. However, this didn't seem to affect it.

The goblin grabbed at Jim's throat and began to squeeze. Jim could feel the life leaving his body as he gasped for breaths that wouldn't come. Just as he was about to go under, a bolt of lightning struck the goblin, causing it to release Jim. He fell, gasping, to the deck of the ship and looked up. Just before everything faded to black, he could see a large muscular man with golden hair and a bright red cape land on the deck of the ship. Whoever this man was, he was fighting against the goblins as well. Jim let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the deck.

Jim slowly opened his eyes. They felt heavy and everything hurt. The cut on his arm was coated with damp, bright red blood. He also had a walnut sized gash on his forehead that stung and poured a trickle of blood down the side of his face. His entire body ached as if every inch of him had been punched hard by someone with considerable strength. But he was alive. That was the miracle, especially considering that no one else on the deck of The Dreamer still had a pulse, as far as he could see. The Dreamer was just as battered and damaged as its sole survivor. However it still flew forward, a testament to the strength of the ship's builders. Jim pulled himself up, suddenly remembering the man that had saved him. Where was he now?

"You are the only survivor," a deep voice bellowed.

Jim turned around to see the muscular man sitting on a crate behind him. Now, getting a good look at his saviour, he saw that the man had bright blue eyes and a handsome face.

"What... happened?" Jim asked, still not completely back to mental alertness.

"Your boat was attacked by these odd creatures," the man stood as he explained, "They are not of my world, nor any known to my people. However, evidently, they are susceptible to lightning. I was able to slay them, but I was only in time to save you."

"Only... only me?" Jim repeated, his eye filling with tears that he quickly bit back, "But... how can I... that is to say, what am I... but that's... I mean... thank you. I don't want to seem ungrateful."

"It is alright, my friend," the man placed his hand on Jim's shoulder as a sign of camaraderie, "I know the pains of loosing men in the heat of battle. But, all life is precious, and, you should cherish your own. The Norns have smiled upon you this day. You must have a destiny to fulfil."

Jim just stared at the man in front of him, not sure what to think or how to feel.

"Who are you?" Jim asked after a moment of pause.

"I am Thor, Prince of Asgard and god of thunder."