A/N:
Yay! First chapter with my other OC in it! He doesn't have a large role compared to Sora; Fun fact for ya, Sora's based off of one of my best friends (she's one of those girls who, if you tick them off, they'll beat the crap out of you) She's cool . My other OC is based off of the kid who ticks off my friend all the time. Oh…what evil things I can to do this guy's character…heh heh heh… XD …Also, thanks to those who replied, it's so great to see reviews after only 2 days being up.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Treasure Planet, or any of the characters in the movie.
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Splat! Jim's mop was forced onto the deck a little harder than need be, he was frustrated, as anyone could tell. Yah, I got your Mr. Mop! I shouldn't even be a cabin boy! This sucks! He thought angrily.He now heard low voices, talking non-stop were a few of the crew in front of him. Among them were a large, pinkish brown guy, his arms crossed over his chest, and wait- One girl stood out among them. Of all the crew, Jim had just now noticed that he was the only human person there. But, this girl was too wasn't she? That's probably why Jim noticed her, right? Among the group in front of him, she not only was the only girl, but the only human.
For a few more moments he surveyed the group. Well, maybe just Sora. Dark hair clashed with her pale skin, a long gray overcoat covering up her clothes. That's odd. Sora had the same shoes as he did. He didn't doubt the rest of her clothes were probably meant for boys also. She already seemed a tomboy enough.
They soon took notice of his stare and hushed their conversation. Sora took a glance at her comrades and slid off the side of the ship, her boots landing loudly on the deck, and walked over to him with a sinister smile that made Jim a bit nervous. He turned back to his job, not really wanting to hear what she had to say. From Jim's point of view a shadow crossed the stream of suds coming from his mop. He brought his head up and saw Sora leaning against the mast, small rods coming off of it for lifelines to be tied too, if need be.
"So," Sora crossed her arms over her chest. "You're here to build character?" She started to smirk as the men behind her chuckled. "What the devil is that supposed to mean?"
Jim couldn't take this. "I don't why he said that, ok?" His voice was rising, almost to a shout. "Just lay off!" Her eyes narrowed at him. Angry that he yelled at her, she was about to respond when a large spacer walked past Jim, shoving him out of the way. "Watch it twerp!" he growled. Jim held his comments, as the man was a few times his size.
As he left, Jim's gaze returned to the group of men. "What are you looking at, weirdo?" One of them said, his friend also replying. "Yah, weirdo!" Jim almost shivered, these guys were creepy.
"Remember, Newbie." Sora walked past him and whispered in his ear. "You're the alien here."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He countered, not wanting a new nickname from this girl. He would have continued, had his breathe not caught in his throat at the sight of a large, and sinister looking shadow that came from behind him. From the looks of it, the shadow's owner was climbing down along the shrouds.
"Cabin boys should learn to mind their own…" Mr. Scroop steadied himself on the deck from his climb and came face to face with the new cabin boy. "…Business."
"Why," Jim started to push his mop around. "You got something to hide, bright eyes?"
Sora couldn't tell from which she was more shocked. The fact that this kid, this scrawny teenage boy, had talked back to Mr. Scroop, or the fact that their jobs were about to be much easier with one less annoying little brat to get rid of later.
Scroop dragged Jim up by his collar and held him there. With his legs dangling in the air, Scroop thrust him into the mast, practically strangling him. Cheers from the crew only made him more determined to have his revenge on the boy, and made Jim all the more nervous. Sora had to admit, even with their search for the map, these last few months had been boring. Even she would have welcomed a good old fistfight. Yet fate was cruel to them, and postponed for Jim, as Silver stepped into the picture.
"Mr. Scoop," Silver's large, mechanical arm held Scroop's claw back. Disappointed objections and murmurings came from the crew, but Silver continued. "Yeh ever see what happens to a fresh purp when you squeeze it, real hard?" Scroop let out a small yelp as Silver tightened his grip on him, and he dropped the boy. Unfortunately for everyone, the 'fight' had another viewer.
"What's all this then?" Mr. Arrow walked slowly down the steps and into the midst of the crew. "There'll be no brawling on this ship. Any further offenders will be confined to the brig for the remainder of the voyage. Am I clear?" A few chose to look down, trying to fake a sorry attitude, and some, for the first time in their life.
Even now, sitting atop the bowsprit where it connected with the deck, Sora found it amusing how Silver had exploded and totally lost his temper only a few moments after Mr. Arrow's little 'talk'. Are yeh all… stark raving? Totally blinking daft? Do yeh all want to blow the mutiny 'afore its time after all it took to get us 'ere? Sora laughed quietly to herself, but found she stopped as the sound of footsteps filled her senses. Not just any footsteps, either, she recognized these, and seriously considered jumping ship.
"Aye, Sora." A young man said. "Surely you found Silver's temper as amusing as I?"
"One step closer and I'll blast you off this ship, Grant." She said warningly. Sora considered pulling out her gun, just to show him she was serious. "I was having a good day until I heard yer little footsteps walkin' this way, so leave."
"Ya cut me to the quick, Sora. " He walked up towards the bowsprit, pulling himself up to sit next to her with his long green tail. "I simply thought we might enjoy one another's company."
"I think I just gagged." Sora tried to kick him off the bowsprit but he hung on, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Sora shivered, his two fingers were resting on her arm, but they were cold as ice.
