Chapter 3

The boat went quickly, following the glimmering green light that led them through, closer and closer to the treasure. Jim sat in the front of the boat, at the bow with Silver leaning forward in anticipation, both eyes set with cold determination.

It was near sunset by the time they got to the end, all finding that it just ended mid air. Silver felt fury rise in him. "All right boy where is it?!" He turned to Jim, who was struggling to open it after it had closed shut on it's own.

"I-I don't know. It-It won't open."

"We shouldn't have trusted this boy!" one of the pirates came up and pushed him down on to the hard ground. Jim grunted and looked over the ground, seeing patters that were similar to the ones on the map. His eyes narrowed, pushing out the sounds of the other pirates, and he started brushing away the old plants so they were cleared away, showing a curve in the metal . . .

About the size of the map.

Jim brought his hand down with the map and put it in to place. There was a sudden boom as the ground beneath them lit up and five green lines of light bolted from the ground and up the cliff side, joining together and creating a green orb, which then created a huge triangle with a picture of a nebula.

"The . . . Lagoon Nebula? But that's . . . half way across the galaxy," Silver trailed off, staring in to the door.

"Like . . . a big door." Jim reached forward, touching different parts of the glowing sphere so it opened and closed, showing differnet places. "Opening and closing. Flint must have used this portal, to go across the galaxy stealing treasure."

"But where'd he stash it?!" Silver yelled, grabbing Jim, pushing him aside so he could begin clicking the buttons randomly. The door opened, closed with a mighty swish, showing the oddest places, the strangest beings.

"You just need to find the right door," Jim offered, reaching his hand forward to touch the center of the map.

Treasure Planet.

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Jim looked desperately to Silver, eyes wide in fear as he faced the cyborg. Silver's chest heaved for air as his mind worked at light speed. He glanced to the treasure, to Jim, back to the treasure.

He needed to chose one.

How could this all go so badly?

Silver clenched his fists hard as screamed out to the top of his lungs, "Oh, blast it!"

His cyborg hand released the treasure so it fell, cascading over the edge into the steaming canyon of death.

The cyborg pirate captain (phew a mouthful) lifted Jim up, placing him on the ground. Both exchanged nearly stunned glances until Silver laughed, "It's only a planet of treasure."

Relief and gratitude crossed over Jim's features as he helped Silver up, (almost) father and son bolting towards the door together.

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Jim sighed out with relief, his shoulders sinking as a weight lifted from him. Finally. He could go home, get back to his mother and get off this stupid ship.

The boy reached to the main mast, running a hand down the wood, a splinter nudging its way into his finger.

Though a part of him didn't want to admit it, Jim knew he would miss this old ship. He loved sailing more than anything. He felt so in control.

"I'll miss this," he murmured.

Jim headed down into the dock, pausing when he heard Silver's gruff voice speaking out. "Morphy I don't want to leave the boy but it's time we made tracks. The Cap'n will have our heads whether we do or don't."

Sighing out quietly, Jim made his way to Silver, watching in amusement as he spoke, "Going somewhere?"

Irritated on being found out, Silver chuckled to himself, tying the knots of the boat again before standing up, "Just makin sure these are tight. Can't have 'em falling out now can we Jimbo?"

Jim meandered forward with a mischievous smirk on his face, brown bangs of hair flopping in front of his eyes. Giving Silver a stern look, he knelt down, securing the knots tighter. "There, that should do it."

Silver chuckled, "I taught you well Jimbo." Maybe too well.

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Jim watched with tears in his eyes as Silver disappeared into the distance. A part of him relaxed; now he wouldn't have to worry about that old dog, but the other part of him worried he would never see him again.

He was like a father.

"He's just an old scallywag, right Morph?" Jim asked, lifting a finger up to tickle the pink blob. Morph laughed, mimicking his voice.

"Old scallywag!"

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Q.Q I am so, so sorry.

Its been almost a year

and im just updating NOW

I dont think this chapter is much to sneeze at but its CLOSURE. A part of me can rest easy now.

I haven't watched the movie in forever so OBVIOUSLY the dialogue didn't work out as much but I did my best to dig deeper as much as I could, even if I didn't make much of a dent in the ice cream carton, I put in me EFFORT

thank you, so much for those of you who waited.

FROM THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF MY SOUL I THANK THEE! :'D