Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in the story. Sorry :(
Jim kicked the pebbles on the ground back and forth, silently hoping that his dad would return. He knew that it was wrong and that never going to happen but sometimes he wondered that if his dad has even about his adventure of Treasure Island. His ears were still ringing from the amount of lectures he had to sit through because of it. So, it was easy for him to see that his spontaneity didn't come from her but his dad. It gave him goosebumps just thinking about the sights he has seen. But his heart tugged knowing that it was this craving of excitement that forced him to his wife and son and Jim would never want to leave the people he loved for the unknown, no matter how great the challenge.
With a heavy sigh, Jim took turned to sky blanketed with stars and secretly asked them to lead him to his dad. He looked back at the inn. It was filled with bright lights and loud music, inside resided Silver who was unmelodious singing. Jim grinned thinking about how quickly the big oaf had become part of the family. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked to the house, forgetting all about his dad.
With the orange and red rays that beamed from the horizon, Jim woke up with a startled as Sarah yanked the curtains open to wake up her sleepy son. Jim buried his head under the pillow to salvage whatever moments of sleep he could. A sudden tinkling sensation in his leg startled him so much that he rolled of the bed. Sarah giggled as she saw Jim on the floor tangled in his blanket.
"Jim, you promised to clean the attic" said Sarah in an authoritative tone, "so no breakfast until you do." Jim huffed into floor and Sarah left the room knowing that her son will do as told.
Jim rolled out onto the floor and spread his arms letting the rays hit him. So he got up and braced himself for upheaval that lied above. The aroma from the kitchen hit him the hardest as he knew that his mom was preparing a feast and he had to finish cleaning the attic before Silver finished breakfast, leaving nothing for him. He yanked down the stairs leading to the attic and was welcomed by dust. The attic was dark since sheets covered the windows and furniture. Jim pulled off the shirts, only to realize that dust covered everything. This was going to be a long morning for him.
He started sweeping the floor and was reminded about when he would sweep the ship. Morph was busy trying to help too. He was sitting on top of a box shuffling back forth, removing the dust on top. His method was a little inefficient but there was only so much he could do. Sarah came up with a drink for her son. Jim rushed over to Sarah which caused Morph to get so excited that he dropped the box he was cleaning. Jim laughed at the funny blob. He rushed over there and quickly picked up the paper.
"What's this mom?" he asked holding a paper with a drawing of the world on it. Sarah took one look at it and snatched it away from him.
"Its nothing, Jim" she mumbled as she put the paper back in the box, "now finish up here and come down for breakfast before Silver finished everything."
Jim creased his brows looking around. He swept the floor and dusted the top of the boxed knowing he was done. However, his curiosity got the better of him. Jim went back to the box and looked at the map, Sarah has disregarded early. He looked at it carefully on the bottom left was his father's signature, J. Hawkin. As he stared at the picture, he wondered whether this was his last adventure. Looking at it carefully, underneath the signature was the inscription, Earth.