I'm baaack! Sorry for the late update, and...Yeah. I found out that my school's dance team takes up just about all of your life, so yay. Anyways, here's a new chapter.

CAC (if you're still reading): I understand, I really do, but to be honest, I needed a change in character. I haven't posted any other fanfics, but I have made a lot of other characters, and they all lock up their feelings. I needed a fresh take with a character that just lets it out as it comes. I'm sorry that you don't like her. :'( Thanks for being honest and critical, though!

Disclaimer: I don't own Treasure Planet. All I gots is Trish. CX

Trish, again, shielded her eyes from the sudden change in lighting, hearing Onus giving the all clear to Captain Amelia from the crow's nest in his shrill voice.

Which leads her to the thought of the captain. They met before the boarding, and quite frankly, Trish wasn't sure if she liked her. Her authorative stature and strong demand for respect sort of got on Trish's nerves, but then again, she liked the fact that she was a strong, self-holding woman. After all, women don't really stand well as any sort of figure on a ship. Krailoni (the female pirate with just a head and arms) just barely made it from her background as blood-thirsty, and Trish is only a part of the crew because her dad's the crew's captain, who somehow keeps his evil demeanor despite his obvious soft side for Trish. The Captain, however, earned her place on ship through hard work, and had the most respectable placement on any ship. That deserved some sort of acknowledgment in Trish's eyes, snoody or not.

She still had her issues with the Captain, though.

Suddenly, Trish's thoughts were interrupted by the lack of gravity. She grinned, doing a small back flip in the air, simply because she could, and landed on the deck thanks to artificial gravity. She took a small step back to keep from falling. No matter how many times she'd do that, she couldn't stick the landing.

The Captain's voice strayed into Trish's ear, as she shouted the coordinates to Turnbuckle. Her eyes turned to the wheel.

"Aye, Cap'n! Two-one-zero-zero!" she heard him repeat. Trish groaned and face-palmed, remembering her loss of their bet and making a note to keep avoiding him.

She looked up between her fingers to see none other than Turnbuckle himself turning the wheel, then glance over at Trish long enough to give her a grin.

Oh, yeah. He still remembered.

Trish heard Arrow give another crew member, Meltdown, commands through the funnel, and the ship burst forward at full speed. This she could stick.

She ignored the crash that she heard from somewhere near the Captain (Doppler flying back if you don't know), and looked around to see everything else that was happening. Her eyes stopped on Hawkins gripping the rigging of the Legacy, leaning over the side. Oh how she just wanted to push him over and get the drama over with, but noooo. She had to play innocent and kind.

So, being the "innocent" and "kind" little Ursus-hybrid she was, Trish climbed the rigging next to Hawkins, watching the galactic whales pass slowly by the Legacy. Hawkins turned his attention to her, his smile fading.

Trish cleared her throat before starting, "Look, I-I know we started off on the wrong foot, aaand maybe I was a little too judgmental, too quick-"

"A little…?" Hawkins interjected.

Trish ignored him, "-but…Maybe…I don't know I'm new to this apologizing-thing. How about, 'I'm sorry' and 'can we start anew?'" Trish looked up hopefully, a little smile barely tugging on her lips.

Hawkins' expression remained unchanged at first, then slowly turned into a smirk, "Fine."

"Great! So, I'll start." She cleared her throat again, "Hi, there. Name's Patricia, but you can call me Trish. I'm just an extra hand on deck, so you'll find that I've got a lot o' free time. Who're you?"

"Jim Hawkins," Hawkins shrugged. "The new cabin boy."

"Well then, Jim, I guess I need to help show you the ropes, as an experienced cabin girl myself, huh?"

He shrugged, turning to watch the last galactic whale pass by. Trish grinned at her achievement. Now, all she needed to do was make sure she didn't snap at him again. It was going to be difficult, especially considering the fact that she was raised to not hold back her feelings, but what needed to be done wasn't gonna do it itself.

Her ears picked up at the captain having a word with her father, "And, ehm, by the way, isn't that your cabin boy aimlessly footing about in those shrouds with your daughter?"

Silver stumbled in his words for a bit before responding, "A momentary aberration, Cap'n, soon to be addressed. Jim-BO! Patrici-A!"

She winced at her full name being called. That only happened when she was in trouble, which wasn't very often anymore.

Trish slowly turned to her father, clinging to the shrouds tightly, her ears flat on her head. "Yeah, Dad?"

"I've got two new friends I'd like yeh t' meet!" Silver smiled slyly. Trish dropped her head in disappointment while Hawkins did the opposite, looking for said 'friends.'

"Say 'ello to Mr. Mop!" Silver tossed Hawkins a mop, almost throwing him back. "And Mrs. Bucket!" he tossed a bucket to Trish, who caught it, her head still down.

"Yippee," she heard Hawkins reply sarcastically.

She simply groaned.

Okay, there's the update! I hope you enjoyed! Again, sorry for the delay, but I can't promise it won't happen again. I WILL however, keep this story rolling. There's two things I'm asking of anyone who's following this story: Please, be patient. Please, be critical in a constructive way. That doesn't mean you have to review. I'm just talking about to yourself/out loud. Thanks!