Alrighty then. Thanks to SHjarta for my first review ever! (I'm making it a little too obvious by announcing it and stuff, huh? *shrug*)

Trish: Let's get going with this, already! I'm getting sick of being anywhere NEAR this guy!

Jim: Hey! You think I enjoy being next to another boring original character?

*whispers* They don't know this is a romance. XP

Trish: What'd you say?!

ON WITH THE SHTORY! Trish if you will.

Trish: Huh? Oh, yeah... Ahem. Darthy doesn't own anything besides me. So, yeah...Hey, why weren't we in the last-


After a while of this, Trish quieted at the sound of footsteps descending the stairs followed by voices.

"That woman. That…FELINE! Who does she think is working for WHOM?!"

"It's my map, and she's got me bussin' tables-!" There was that boy. Jim, right? That's what Trish was assuming

"I'll not tolerate a cross word about our captain! There's no finer officer in this, or any galaxy!" That was the tall gentleman known as Mr. Arrow. He was cool to Trish's standards, but considering he was the first mate, he'd be a problem.

Trish didn't notice over the ruckus that her father stopped whistling until he started to whistle again.

"Mr. Silver," called Mr. Arrow.

" Why, Mr. Arrow, sir!" answered Trish's father. "Bringin' these fine-lookin' distinguished gents to grace my humble galley! Had I known, I'da tucked in me shirt!" he made a show as he said this while tucking in his shirt, as well as his apron.

Trish started to pick at her nails, not bothering to be noticed since she was in the corner next to the entrance, and out of sight. However, she could've sworn that she heard the boy say something about her dad being a cyborg. She put it off.

Arrow began the introductions, "May I introduce Doctor Doppler, the financier of our voyage."

Trish heard her father's inspection beam run loudly from his mechanical eye. "Love the outfit, doc!"

"Well, Thank you…Um…Love the eye!" she heard the doctor respond before he cleared his throat. She recognized it as the voice that called to the boy on deck. "Uh, this young lad is Jim Hawkins!"

She'd have to remember that…Hawkins, Hawkins, Hawkins…

"Jimbo!" her dad greeted, already seeming familiar with the new nickname.

When Trish didn't hear a response, she raised her eyes to see "Jimbo" as her dad now called him glaring daggers at Silver. Ohhh, yeah. He's on her black list.

"Ah, now, don't be too put off by t'is…hunk o' 'ardware," Silver turned back to the kitchen and put on a show, much more impressive than the 'bluh' cooking he was doing in front of Trish earlier. He was trying to get on Jim's good side with the show, even pretending his hand was cut off, hand hidden in his shirt sleeve.

He grabbed a few Pigun eggs and tossed them in the air, catching them with a tool Trish never understood from his cybernetic hand, and cracked them, all the while saying, "T'ese gears 'ave been tough gettin' used ta, but t'ey do come in mighty handy from time ta time…"

Trish grinned as he heated the pan he put the contents into with his built in flamethrower, and turned them into the bowl. After he took a sip he offered a bowl to each of the newcomers, introducing it as his "famous bonzabeast stew."

She never heard of the stuff before…Just as an input to give a hint that it wasn't famous at all…

Doppler lapped at his bowl complimenting, "Mmm! Delightfully tangy, yet, robust." What does robust mean? Trish had no clue…

"Ol' family recipe!" boasted Silver, as an eyeball surfaced the stew. Doppler cried out in fright, doing the opposite of his original intention to have more. "In fact, t'at was part o' the ol' family!" Silver laughed. "Ehh, jus' kiddin', Doc," he popped the eyeball in his mouth and swallowed it whole. "I'm not'in' if I ain't a kidder!" he said winking at Jim, before handing him a spoon and urged him to try the stew.

Jim hesitated some. He peered down at the spoon of stew, right before the spoon ATE the stew itself and blinked at him. Of course, Jim's reaction was surprised as the spoon turned into a pink floating blob.

"Morph!" called Silver and Trish at the same time. Everyone's attention turned to Trish as she moved from her corner and tried to pounce on the shape-shifter, failing every time due to Morph's speed and size.

"You jiggle-headed blob o' mischief," Silver scolded lightly.

"So, THAT'S where you were hiding, huh?!" Trish held herself back as Morph turned into a straw to suck up the rest of Jim's bonzabeast stew. His head poked out from the edge of the bowl, a lazy look on his face as he burped happily.

Suddenly, he flew up to Jim's face, making Jim smile, "Woah! What is that thing?"

Morph mimicked, "What is that thing?" before turning into a miniature Jim, resting on the real Jim's finger.

"He's a morph," Silver answered as Morph turned back into his original form, licking Jim's face.

"My old man saved him on Proteus-one. Been a part of the family, since," Trish stated, watching Morph and Silver nuzzle adorably. "He's kinda like the family pet."

"Ah, he jus' took a shine t' me. Ta t'ree of us are inseparable, ey, lass?" he looked over at Trish as she began to stroke under Morph's belly, smiling.

"We're about to get underway," Mr. Arrow interjected. He turned to Doc Dop-as Trish decided to call him, "Would you like to observe the launch, Doctor?"

Doppler enthusiastically answered, "Would I?! Does an active galactic nucleus have superluminal jets?!" Trish raised an eyebrow, assuming the answer was 'yes' but remained quiet so as not to look like a smart aleck. "…I'll follow you…" Doc Dop said, not nearly as enthusiastically.

Mr. Arrow, Doc Dop, and Jim (respectively) began to ascend back on deck, before Arrow turned around saying, "Mr. Hawkins will stay here. In your charge, Mr. Silver!"

Trish's dad tried to protest, but Arrow used the "Captain's orders!" card. "See to it the new cabin boy's kept…busy."

Everyone besides began to argue:

"Hey,w-"

"Oh, but-"

"He's jus-"

"No, wh-"

"Wh-the lad's just-"

"I can't stick with-"

Everyone sighed in sudden defeat, Jim and Silver rubbed their eyes at the same time in close resemblance, while Trish ran her hands through her hair, looking at the ceiling.

This was going to be the longest journey EVER!


I didn't notice how short this was...Huh...I'd say it's pretty good for a first story, huh, Jiminez?

Jim:*pinches bridge of nose* Can we go now? I have another 'fic to be in.

Oh, right. Reenacting everything with an annoying OC-

Trish: HEY!

-must be boring, huh?

Jim: *glares*

Okay, okay. Shoo.

Jim: *leaves*

Okay, and now for the begging: PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEAAAASE REVIEW! (I said "yet" last chapter. So, now it's shall begin!) Anyway's thanks for reading!

Trish: You better click that review button before I shove it up-


Trish: Stupid line...Shove it up-


Trish: Shove it-


Trish: Shove-


Trish: I give up! Gah! *leaves*