So here's chapter two!
Also I am aware that my chapters won't be extremely long, but they aren't short either; I wanted to make smaller chapters because it would be easier for me to keep updating.

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On to the story~

Disclaimer: I don't own Treasure Planet or the characters of the movie no matter how much I want to!

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"Aye lad, Captain John Silver, and this ship is under pirate command now," the cyborg spoke in a commanding voice.

The crew mates got to work with attempting to bust down the door to the captain's quarters when Silver forcefully lead Jim up to the scene, "Ya worthless bigots yer takin too long, move aside!" he snapped at his crew who did as he said. His arm transforming into a low-grade plasma torch and started melting the lock, after a short moment he was able to kick the door down.

Jim's eyes scanned the room, it was empty and so was the safe box that the map was stored in. However everyone's attention landed on the floor where there was a hole that was created from a blaster. "Don stand 'round like a bunch of barnacles! AFTER THEM!" he yelled and the crew scurried off in different directions.

"Captain!" they heard Onus call, "They're escaping!" he pointed as they took sight of one of the life boats heading toward Treasure Planet.

Grewnge climbed onto the plasma cannon and aimed for the ship, "Don hit em they have the map!" Silver called out as the shot was fired.

Jim's blood went cold as he saw the boat being hit and falling to pieces onto the planet below, "No!" he tried running to the edge of the boat but Silver wouldn't let him go.

Instead he pulled the struggling youth away from side of the ship, "Mr. Scroop! Escort the cabin boy to the brig, we needs to land so we can find the map," he ordered the spider alien that seemed to already have it out for him.

Mr. Scroop's yellow eyes fell on the boy and a nasty grin formed, "Of courssse Captain, come here boy," he clamped his claws around his upper arms and practically dragged Jim down into the lower part of the ship until he was tossed into the small dank holding cell, he could feel his palms and knees scrape against the splintered wood. "Better get usse to the brig cabin boy, you'll be sstaying here until the captain needs you," he spoke.

Jim glared hatefully at Scroop, "It wasn't my fault, was it? You're the one that killed Mr. Arrow, aren't you?" Jim confronted the pirate.

Mr. Scroop's eyes gave a dangerous glow; which was even more ominous in this particular situation. "And if I did? He was in the way. Besides it was just too eassy to lay the blame on your misstakess," he replied with a wicked smirk and a cackle that made Jim's blood boil with anger before he tried rushing toward the spider alien. Mr. Scroop just slammed the iron bars shut, "Enjoy your sstay cabin boy," he spoke with a chuckle as he turned to leave then glanced back, "Oh yesss and welcome to the crew," he added before he shut the door behind him.

He kicked at the bars and gave a frustrated yell, 'how did this happen,' he kept asking himself and he couldn't stop replaying the horrible blast that hit the life boat that both the Captain and the doctor were on. "Please… be alright… don't be dead…" he muttered to himself before pressing his back up against dank walls of his cell then sliding himself down to the floor, pulling his knees up and close to his chest he buried his face into his arms and knees and silently mourned for the Delbert and Amelia, hoping beyond all hope that they made it out alive.

(time lapse)

Next thing he knew he was awakened by the clanking of the heavy door opening. 'Please… be a dream… let all of that be a dream…' he thought as he opened his eyes only to frown as he takes sight of the dreary and dark holding cell of the brig. His body ached and his chest hurt and everything from before came back to life. They were betrayed, from the very beginning, he knew he should have been weary of them and yet he still fell for it.

A sudden movement and then series of gabbling giggles came fluttering in as the little morph nuzzled itself against Jim's face chirping happily bringing Jim out of the fog, but it was the voice that followed after Morph that snapped him back to reality, "Morphy was mighty worried about ya Jimbo," Silver spoke as he stepped in front of the barred cell. To be honest Silver didn't like Jim being locked up like this one bit. He looked down to the boy who once looked up to him for advice and confidence, now he was sad to no longer see that in his eyes all that was left was distrust and hate.

He kept his calm, not letting Jim's silent glares affect him as he grabbed a stool to sit on. He brought his peg leg up in front and gave a sigh, "oh, this poor old leg's downright snarky since that game of tag in the galley eh?" he tried to start the conversation; he gained the same result, silence. He sighed a bit more and leaned forward.

If looks could truly kill then Silver would have been dead a hundred times over. He held his hands up a bit for Morph to hover around them; the creature chattered happily to himself as it moved around his hands and shoulders. When Silver sat down Jim's eyes followed the cyborg's leg, the one that he had stabbed trying to escape. As the elder tried to start the conversation on a strangely light note all Jim could do was glare, but when he leaned forward and put his head down Jim's hate was slowly dissipating.

"Whatever ya heard back there, at least the part concernin you, I didn't mean a word of it," he began, "Why, if that bloodthirsty lot had thought I gone soft they'd have gutted us both, I said it to protect ya Jimbo," he explained, his words seemed genuine and that's what worried Jim.

His anger was giving way to confliction as he was struggling with his emotions toward Silver. Maybe he was right, after all it wasn't like Silver actually knew that he had been in the room and from what Jim already knew about pirates, image was everything.

Silver saw the hesitation stirring in Jim as he watched the boy carefully, "Listen ta me Jim, if we play our cards right, I'll guarantee that we both get what we been searchin for," he promised, "Just trust me, can ya do that?

So what you think? I wanted to try and continue mixing scenes from the original movie into the story along with some of my own thoughts.

Jim: "Here's my question, when do I get to kick the Spider Psycho out into space?"
Me: "Uhhhmmm, not sure you do yet Jimmy,"
Jim: "You're kidding me!"
Me: "Hey I'm just winging it here, cut me some slack,"
Jim: "Great... just great,"