Working on several different stories is starting to kill me, mentally. This may be my last chapter after a whild so enjoy it and make it last.
It was about an hour when Jim got up to the quarter-deck. I was on the rigging, my favorite place to be on a ship, a few yards away from Jim. I decided to catch up with him and grabbed a loose rope. I jumped up and swung over to the rigging nearby Jim and landed perfectly.
"Well, this has been a fun day, huh?" he asked Morph as he floated up to his head. "Making new friends, like that spider psycho."
Morph then turned into a mini-Scroop. "Spider psycho! Spider psycho!" He repeated.
"A litter uglier." Then Morph made him look a maniac. "Pretty close."
"He's not the only friend you made, Jim," I said, startling Jim a bit as he looked up to see me. "Morph took a shine to you too." I jumped down and landed, crouched. As I stood up, Jim rolled eyes, like I was trying to show off. I wasn't trying to. It's what I always do on a ship.
"Well, thank heavens for a little miracles." We looked over and seen my dad coming up the stairs with a bowl of scraps. He threw what was in it overboard. "Up here for an hour and the deck's still in one piece," he finished and I couldn't help but give a smirk.
"Um, look, I, uh... what you did..." I wished Jim would get on with it, "Thanks."
"Didn't your pap ever teach ya to pick your fights a bit more carefully?" Jim turned and started mopping again, moving toward the edge of the ship.
"Your dad's not the teachin' sort?" I asked.
"No," Jim replied. "He was more the 'taking off and never coming back' sort." He then leaned up against the side. I looked at my dad, wondering what life would've been like if I lost him, too. I couldn't bare the thought of losing him too.
Dad went up beside Jim. "Sorry, lad."
"Hey, no big deal. I'm doing just fine." Jim didn't sound 'just fine.'
"Is that so?" I looked at my dad and noticed that he was plotting something. "Well, since the captain has put you with me, like it or not, Gale and I will poundin' a few skills into that thick head of yours to keep you out of trouble."
"What?" Jim demanded.
I caught on and decided to join. "From now on we're not lettin' you out of our sight." Jim looked at me with a look of irritation in his eyes.
"You won't so much as eat, sleep, or scratch your bum without my say-so," Dad finished.
"Don't do me any favors!" Jim exclaimed.
"Oh, you can be sure of that, Jimbo. You can be sure of that." As Dad walked off, I looked over at Jim. He had something on his mind and I couldn't figure it out. Out of all the people I couldn't read, why'd it have to be this boy?
"What up?" I asked.
"Why bother?" he replied. "Why do you two have to teach me? It won't matter."
"Is this about your dad?" I felt Jim swell up with anger and he threw a punch at me. I caught his wrist and twisted it, making him wince in pain some. "You'd be surprised what we could teach you. I don't know Dad's reason, but here's mine; when you lived your life, its gonna come back at you. Just make sure the price you paid was high enough."
As I finished, I swirled him in the air, making him land on his back. I jumped over him and headed for the bowsprit. It was one of those places where I could take time to cool down and look at the stars passing by. Also the wind there sounded like waves on a beach, and I loved the sound. I remember when I first came up with the theory I told Jim. It was a month after I got the news of my mom dying.
My dad told me that I should keep looking forward, so I thought about the price one pays after their life ended. I wanted the price to be large so that no one could keep up. I wonder if Jim thought that after I left him.
Okay, here it is. I'm gonna finish The Time Has Come before I get this any further. I'm gonna take this one story at a time. Okay? But Please review if you think this was an alright chapter.