Recovery-

Prologue…

"Gampa!" Shouted a six year old felinoid male with curly blond hair, wearing a pair of dark plaid pajamas. "Aren't you going to finish the story tonight?"

"I don't know if I can, Merzo. Your old Gramps here is very tired." An old canid stood up from his worn, leather armchair by the large round picture window, pushing a pair of thick glasses up along the bridge of his nose. Securing his thick robe with a matching black belt, he slipped his feet into a pair of brown slippers and yawned widely.

"But Gampa, you pomised!" Insisted a tiny, female canid in a long, white nightgown. "You said that the next time we came to spend the night, you would tell us what happen to the pirates!"

"I did promise, didn't I?" Mused the old canid. He looked at the watch on his wrist. "But it is very late, little ones. Your mom and pop would be furious to know that I let you stay up in order to listen to a story."

"Please Gampa! Please finish the story! We promise to go to bed and we won't tell anyone that you let us stay up late!"

He ran his fingers through his shoulder length hair, which was mostly silver now, but still had a few stubborn strands of brown left in some very conspicuous spots. He looked between his two pleading grandchildren a good while. He smiled warmly, as the two reminded him of his own children when they were that young long ago.

"Alright, little ones, let's go upstairs. If you both brush your teeth, I'll finish the story for you."

The two children happily shouted with joy and quickly bombarded him with hugs before running upstairs to do exactly what he told them to do.

"And make sure you rinse this time, Leela." He called up to the three-year-old girl.

As soon as the two children were situated in their bunk beds, Merzo on the top bunk and Leela on the bottom, their grandfather sat down in the chair next to their beds. Settling into the thick cushions of the chair, the old canid drew up a blanket around his legs and cleared his throat.

"So there they were, facing off with what appeared to be the most dangerous pirate in all the Etherium." He narrated, his voice whispering in dramatic conspiracy. "They could only stand there, anticipating a battle with Captain Silver!"

"But wait, Gampa!" Interrupted Leela, "Didn't you say last week how they weren't gonna fight? You said-"

"Yes, I did." He smiled. "But Captain Sudayev, Jim, Amelia, and Delbert don't trust this Captain Silver, do they? They believed they were going to have to fight again."

"Is this the John Silver that killed the Prime Minister of Quadrant Eight-Zero-Zero-Three?" Merzo yawned from the top bunk.

"It is."

"Then why wouldn't they fight? Captain Silver is evil, isn't he?"

"Not all things are what they appear. Even though he did a bad thing and started the whole mess, or at least from what you can gather, he isn't necessarily an evil person."

"Oh, I see. He was framed, wasn't he, Gampa?" The felinoid asked enthusiastically.

"Well, you'll soon find out." The canid said with a wink.

A/N: So! I know this was a short chapter to start out the last installment, but it sets the premises of the story. :D I do hope you guys appreciate this; it took me FOREVER to decide on how to open up the prologue. By the way, as a side note, even though the prologue introduces this grandfather canid telling the story to his grandchildren, I will point out that future lemon and lime scenes are NOT part of the story he's telling his grandchildren. 'Cause that would just be disturbing. . Plus, those mature parts will be sectioned off with a symbol that looks like this: *******

Enjoy this journey of epic proportions! :D