Chapter 4

I was finally able to convince my parents to let me go on this little trip. I had to agree to keep up my grades my entire life and when I got back, I would be taking over most of the chores in the house for the next few months. What was worse was that Mrs. Hawkins really did call my parents! She and my mom are actually friends now! They made plans to meet with each other while we, their children, were on this little voyage. The universe worked in weird ways. At least I wouldn't have to deal with all that for a few months. At this moment, I was sitting on a passenger bus to Montressor spaceport with Jim and Doctor Doppler. I looked out the window (I called window seat at least 2 days ago) and saw all the amazing diversity. So many different types of people, new cultures, and new ways of viewing the universe. It took my breathe away. All the people came in all these different shapes and sizes and everywhere you looked there was gorgeous architecture. Jim looked as excited as I was. I wanted break out my sketch pad and just go nuts! I only just got here though, needed to save some fun for later.

The bus docked and all of the passengers got off. Jim and I walked ahead of the doc, who was wearing some bright yellow environmental suit. He looked like a yellow, metal pear fruit. It was kinda over the top and a little embarrassing...just a little. As we walked down the ramp, I noticed Jim was looking me over.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't think a skirt is something you should wear on ship," he commented.

I looked down at my self. I was wearing my usual style of clothes, black mini skirt, white tank top, combat boots, my angel winged sweatshirt, and of course, my earrings. I thought I looked pretty damn good.

"You can take me out of Montressor, but you can't take me out of my skirts," I proclaimed. Jim laughed at me.

"Oh Jim! Orianna! Wait for me!" Jim and I heaved a sigh as the doc called after us. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing when I heard him stomping down the ramp in those metal boots. Jim blew some hair out of his eyes.

"Well, this should be a wonderful opportunity for the three of us to get to know each other. You know what they say, familiarity breeds, umm... Well, contempt, but in our case-" the doc rambled.

"Look, let's just find the ship, okay?" Jim said.

We made our way through the port, but we somehow got lost. I was surprised that Jim stopped and asked for directions. I have never seen a male willingly ask for directions. I was impressed. We kept walking ahead of the doc though. I heard him sigh.

"It's the suit isn't it?" We knew better than to respond. "I should have never listened to that pushy two-headed salesman,"

Jim and I stopped to admire this particular ship. It was so pretty, like something out of a picture book I read when I was little.

"This one said it fit, that one said it was my color. I didn't know what to do. I get so flustered-" the doc was still going on about his silly suit. I don't think he was paying attention to anything else cause he bumped right into Jim.

"Oh, this is our ship!" the doc announced. "The R.L.S. Legacy!"

No way! We would be traveling on this beautiful boat? I couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true! I saw that preparations for the launch were already happening. I saw men loading on crates of supplies on the Legacy. Jim was more into it then. We walked up the ramp and boarded the ship. Jim was too busy looking at the solar sails to see where he was going. He was about to bump into this big pink guy.

"How cool is this?" Jim asked in awe.

"Uh Jim. Look out." I tried to warn him. Too late. Jim stepped on the pink guy's... flap foot thing?

"Sorry about that," Jim tried to apologize. "I didn't mean-"

The pink guy let out a range of angry farting noises in Jim's face, messing up his hair. I've never seen anything so gross! The doc came up next to us.

"Allow me to handle this," the doctor started making all these fart noises out of his mouth and armpit. They went back and forth like they were having a conversation! Eww! The pink guy seemed to happily back off.

"I'm fluent in Flatula. Took two years of it in high school," the doc bragged. He made a raspberry sound out of his mouth and walked further on deck. I'm guessing he was saying good-bye.

"Flatula? Cool," Jim smoothed out his hair and followed Doppler.

"Eww," I grimaced. What was with boys and farting?

We walked further on deck. Doppler addressed this cool looking stone man in a red suit and black and gold hat. The stone man was calling out orders and directing everyone.

"Good morning, captain! Everything shipshape?" the doc asked.

"Shipshape it is, sir, but I'm not the captain," said the stone man. "The captain's aloft," the stone man pointed to the top of the ship mast.

I saw this flash of blue move quickly across the sail. The figure grabbed a rope, did a back-flip and landed perfectly in front of us. She was a humanoid, beautiful cat woman. I loved her boots!

"Mr. Arrow, I've checked this miserable ship from stem to stern, and, as usual, it's...spot on. Can you get nothing wrong?" said Captain Catwoman. Mr. Arrow? I'm guessing that was the big guys name.

"You flatter me, Captain," Mr. Arrow smiled and tipped his hat.

Catwoman then turned to the doc. I'm surprised she didn't him and outfit earlier.

"Ah, Doctor Doppler, I presume?" asked catwoman.

"Uh, yes. I-" the doc started.

"Hello? Can you here me?" catwoman tapped on the doc's helmet, playfully.

"Yes, I can! Stop that banging!" the doctor demanded.

"If I may, Doctor, this works so much better when it's right-way up and plugged," catwoman fixed up the doc's suit. "Lovely. There you go,"

"If you don't mind I can manage my own plugging!" said the doctor as he angrily pulled off his helmet. Catwoman grabbed his hand and started shaking it.

"I'm Captain Amelia," Catwoman introduced herself. "Latw of a few run-ins with the Protean armada. Nasty business, but I won't bore you with my scars," she turned to Mr. Arrow. "You've met my first officer, Mr. Arrow. Sterling, tough, dependable, honest, brave, and true,"

"Please, Captain," said Arrow.

"Oh, shut up, Arrow. You know I didn't mean a word of it," Amelia teased.

Wow. Those two were really close.

"Ahem, excuse me. I hate to interrupt this lovely banter but may I introduce to you, Jim Hawkins," the doc nudged Jim forward. "Jim, you see, is the boy who hound the treasure-"

"Doctor, please!" Amelia grabbed the doc's face to make him quiet. I cringed. It looked painful. He claws looked really sharp. Amelia's eyes shifted to some of the crew nearby. Were they listening?

"I'd like a word with you in my stateroom," she whispered to the doc.

She lead us to her office and locked the door behind us.

"Doctor, to muse and blabber about a treasure map in front of this particular crew demonstrates a level of ineptitude that boarders on the imbecilic...and I mean that in a very caring way,"

I sucked my lips in and giggled quietly. I really like this lady.

"Imbecilic, did you say? Foolishness, I've-" the captain cut the doc off.

"May I see the map, please?" she asked.

Jim looked at Doppler to see if he should. He gestured for him to do it.

"Here," Jim tossed it over to her with an attitude. What's with him. I than remembered what he was like. He was a rebel. That came with a dislike of authority. Amelia easily caught the golden sphere.

"Hmm. Fascinating," said the captain.

She opened a nearby cabinet and placed it in a small chest.

"Mr. Hawkins and Miss?" Amelia looked at me.

"Uh, I'm Orianna Manson," I said.

"Mr. Hawkins and Miss Manson you will address me as "Captain" or "Ma'am." Is that clear?" she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. Jim scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Hawkins?" the captain demanded.

"Yes, Ma'am," Jim finally said.

"That'll do," the captain said, begrudgingly.

She locked the cabinet and put the key in her pocket.

"This must be kept under lock and key when not in use," the captain turned to Doppler. "And, Doctor, again with the greatest possible respect, zip your howling screamer,"

"Captain, I assure you, I-" the Doc started but the captain interupted him again.

"Let me make this as monosyllabic as possible," she said. I once again had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. I REALLY like this lady. "I don't much care for this crew you hired. They're...how did I describe them Arrow? I said something good this morning before coffee,"

" 'A ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots,' Ma'am," Arrow said. The captain smiled.

"There you go: poetry," said the captain. The doc looked really mad. He slammed his hands on the captain's desk.

"Now, see here-"

"Doctor, I'd love to chat. Tea, cake, the whole shebang but I have a ship to launch and you have your outfit to buff up," she teased. "Mr. Arrow, please escort these three neophytes down to the galley straight away. Young Hawkins and Manson will be working for our cook, Mr. Silver,"

"Huh?" was my only response.

Jim dropped the little pendulum thingy he was messing with.

"What? The cook?" Jim blurted out.

Doppler and Jim complained the whole time on our way to the galley.

"That woman! That feline! Who does she think is working for whom?" Doppler huffed.

"She wasn't that bad," I said. They ignored me.

"It's my map and she's got me bussin' tables?" said Jim.

Mr. Arrow grabbed their shoulders.

"I'll not tolerate another cross word about our captain!" he scolded them. "There's no finer officer in this or any galaxy,"

'Ha!' I thought. 'Burned,'

The galley was dark and dreary looking. The kitchen in the back was full of steam and smoke. I could make out a heavy set figure in the corner. I heard someone whistling.

"Mr. Silver?" Arrow called out.

"Why, Mr. Arrow, sir. Bringin' in such fine and distinguished guests to grace my humble galley. Had l known, I'd have tucked in me shirt," the figure came into the light. He look about mid 40s and was a bit chubby but in a jolly way. What really caught my eye was his cybernetic arm, leg, and eye! I heard Jim gasp beside.

"A cyborg," he whispered.

"What's wrong?" I whispered to him. He ignored me and kept his eyes forward on Silver.

"May l introduce Dr. Doppler? The financier of our voyage," Mr. Arrow announced.

"Love the outfit, Doc," Silver used his eye to scan Doppler's entire body.

"Well, thank you. Umm, love the eye," Doppler covered his private area when Silver's x-ray got too close. "Um this is Jim Hawkins and Orianna Manson," Doppler grabbed us and pulled us to Silver's attention.

"Jimbo!" Silver quickly extended his synthetic arm for us to shake, but it was covered it sharp, pointy utensils! I yelped and jumped back. Silver's scary appendage. turned into a simple metal hand. Jim moved in front of me, like a wall. He glared down at Silver's hand.

"Aww, now, don't be too put off by this old hunk of hardware," He began to prepare a meal at a speed I did not think was possible. It was actually pretty cool. His arm had so many attachments. Where did he put them all? While he was cutting vegetables he performed the famous joke of pretending to cut off his own hand. No one found it funny. "These gears have been tough getting used to... but they do come in mighty handy from time to time," He finished cooking the meal in literally 30 seconds! He scooped up the stew in 3 bowls and gave us each one.

"Here, now, have a taste of me famous bonzabeast stew," said Silver.

Doppler lapped at it while Jim and I just stared at the questionable meal.

"Mmm! Delightfully tangy, yet robust," Doppler said.

"Old family recipe," said Silver.

Suddenly an eyeball bobbed to the surface of Doppler's stew. He freaked when he saw it.

"In fact, that was part of the old family," Silver started laughing at his own joke. "Just kidding, Doc," It was pretty gross but I didn't fully lose my appetite until I saw Silver pick out the eye and swallow it. Silver turned to Jim and I.

"Go on. Have a swig," Silver told us.

Jim looked questionably at his spoonful of stew. I swear I thought I was hallucinating. Jim's spoon swallowed the stew. It grew eyes and turned into a little pink blob.

"Morph!" said Silver. "You jiggle-headed blob of mischief! So that's where you was hiding!"

The little pink blob turned into a straw and drank all of Jim's food. He returned to his pink form and fell in the bowl. He let out a pretty loud burp. I got a closer look at him.

"Aww, he's so cute," I gushed. "You want mine?" the little blob ate mine faster than he ate Jim's.

"What is that thing?" Jim asked. The blob used his voice and copied what Jim said. He was about to touch the blob when he turned into a little miniature Jim and mimicked Jim's every move. Aww, I wanted him.

"He's a morph. I rescued the little shape-shifter on Proteus 1," Morph like Jim on the cheek and flew back to Silver. "Aw, he took a shine to me. We been together ever since," Silver cooed and cuddled with the cute little blob.

"We're about to get underway," said Arrow. "Would you like to observe the launch, Doctor?"

"Would I?" the doctor said with excitement. "Does an active galactic nucleus have superluminal jets?" I wanted to sigh so badly. That was almost painful. "I'll follow you," Doppler said to Arrow when no one responded to him. Jim and I were about to go on deck too when Mr. Arrow stopped us.

"Mr. Hawkins and Miss Manson will stay here in your charge, Mr. Silver," said Mr. Arrow.

Silver spit out the food he was tasting from the shock of the information.

"Beggin' your parden, sir, but-" Silver started.

"Captain's orders! See that these two are kept busy," said Mr. Arrow and he walked out. Jim and Silver tried to object to Mr. Arrow's orders. Was it just me or were they kinda similar. They even sighed the same.

"So, Captain's put you with me, eh?" Silver asked.

"Afraid so," I said.

"Whatever," said Jim.

"Well, who be a humble cyborg to argue with a cap'n?" said Silver rolling up his sleeves. He went back to preparing the food.

"Yeah," said Jim.

Jim picked up two purps from a barrel and tossed one to me. I sunk my teeth into it's flesh. It was unlike any Earth fruit. It was sweet, tangy, and even a little tart.

"You know...these purps...they're kinda like the ones back home on Montressor," Jim circled around Silver and sat up on a counter top. I picked up a knife and sliced off a little piece of the purp. I lured Morph over with it. He was just so adorable. I kept feeding him little pieces. That was my problem. I fed animals too much, which is why I'm not allowed to have any more goldfish.

"You ever been there?" Jim asked Silver. What was Jim getting at?

"I can't say that I have, Jimbo," said Silver. Jim bit into his purp.

"Come to think of it, just before l left, I met this old guy, who was, um...he was kind of looking for a cyborg buddy of his," said Jim.

"Is that so?" said Silver.

What was going on? What was Jim doing? The air felt weird.

"Yeah," said Jim. "What was that old salamander's name? Oh, yeah. Bones. Billy Bones,"

Billy Bones? I still didn't know what Jim was getting at. Why was he mentioning Bones to Silver.

"Bones? Bones?" Silver repeated. "T'ain't ringin' any bells. Must have beena different cyborg. There's a slew of cyborgs roamin' this port,"

I heard a bell whistle and Mr. Arrow's voice up on deck. The launch was probably starting. Morph begged for another piece but the greedy little guy ate it all. I laughed at his cute mannerisms and tickled him before he hovered back to his owner.

"Eh, off with you two, and watch the launch. There'll be plenty work a-waiting for you afterwords," Silver nudged Jim towards me.

"Alright," I grabbed Jim's jacket and pulled him with up the stairs to the deck. "What was that about?" I asked him when we were out of earshot.

"Bones told me right before he died that a cyborg was after the map," Jim gave me a dead serious look.

"Really? You think it could be Silver?" I asked.

"I don't know but don't let your guard down around him, okay?" Jim told me.

"Got it," I said.

I than realized how much chaos was going on around us. The Captain and Mr. Arrow were shouting out orders to the rest of crew.

"Loose all solar sails!" shouted Mr. Arrow.

I watched with amazement as the beautiful sails opened up like orchids and absorbed the sun's rays. The crew moved about the ship with ease. I suddenly felt a little inadequate. I could never do any of those tricks. I was badly failing gym. As the sails absorbed more energy, and the ship went higher into the air, the gravity stopped holding us all down. We all started floating upward. I started freaking out when I floated higher than Jim. I suddenly realized what was happening! I squealed and my hands flew to my skirt to keep it from flashing my unmentionables. Jim couldn't stop laughing at me.

"Shut up," I snapped.

"Still think a skirt is a good idea?" He laughed.

Purple light spread over the deck floor like a wave. Suddenly, gravity was restored and we all came crashing down. At least, I did. My butt hit the ground hard. Oww, I would have a bruise. My friend, who was laughing at my bad luck, offered me his hand. I ignored it and picked myself up. I sighed.

"For an angel, you don't fly very well," Jim teased.

"I think I'm done," I groaned.

"Take her away!" Arrow shouted.

Jim suddenly grabbed my waist held me against him with a firm grip. My face grew hot. Oh god. What was he doing! The ship rocketed forward. I felt my body being thrown back but Jim held me in place. As soon as it was done, Jim released me and started climbing up the shrouds. Of course that's why he held me. I'm a klutz. I would have been flying if he didn't hold me. Why was my heart was still pounding in my ears?

I ran over to side. We were traveling through a whole fleet of whales. They were so beautiful! Especially their coloring. One came close to the ship. I reached out my hand and touched the whales smooth skin. Sadly we soon passed them. Hopefully, I could see them again to add them to my sketch pad. Jim came lower on the shrouds when Silver called us.

"Jimbo, Orianna! I got two new friends I'd like you to meet," said Silver.

"Where?" I asked, looking around for them.

"Say hello to Mr. Mop and Mrs. Bucket," Silver threw Jim and I a mop and bucket. You gotta be kidding me.

"Yippie," I heard Jim say sarcastically.

Jim and I got started 'swabbin' the deck' or whatever. This is not what I thought I would be doing on this adventure.

"Yeah, I got your Mr. Mop," Jim growled

. He was taking it worse than me. This lumbering, muscular, four armed guy walked past us and knocked Jim against the side of the ship.

"Watch it, twerp," the four armed guy warned us.

I shuttered. We had stay on this boat with that guy for the next few months! I kept my head down and just mopped the floor.

"What are you looking at, weirdo?"

I picked my head up. This guy was seemed to be talking to Jim.

"Yeah, weirdo," Scratch that. It was two guys talking to Jim. Apparently, the head was an individual person as was the body. The face was on the torso. Yeah, WE'RE the weirdos. I heard a low ominous hissing sound come from above. I gasped. This red spider man was crawling toward us from the shrouds.

"Cabin boys should learn to mind their own business," the spider hissed.

"Why you got something to hide, bright eyes?" Jim smirked.

'What are you doing?' I said, no, yelled in my mind.

Spider man grabbed Jim by the shirt and lifted him off the floor.

"Maybe your ears don't work so well," Spider man hissed in Jim's face.

"Yeah, too bad my nose works just fine," Jim grunted.

'IDIOT!' I screamed in my head.

"Why you impudent little-" spider man hissed and slammed Jim against the nearby gaff.

"Jim!" I called out. I rushed to help him but some slimy asshole with tentacles held me back. The rest of the crew surrounded us and cheered spider man on. Were they nuts?

"Any last words, cabin boy?" spider man hissed and held his claw to Jim's neck.

"Get off him, you freak!" I shouted.

A metal clamp slammed onto the claw spider man was threatening Jim with. It was Silver...calmly eating a purp.

"Mr. Scroop...you ever see what happens to a fresh purp when you squeeze real hard," Silver twisted Scroop's arm back and put the pressure on his claw. Jim dropped to the floor, slightly gasping.I shoved the asshole off of me and ran over to him.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," Jim choked out.

"What's all this then?" I looked up and saw Arrow walk over. From the look on his face, he was not happy. Everyone seemed to straighten up and stand in a line like they were in the military. I helped Jim to his feet.

"You know the rules. There'll be no brawling on this ship," said Mr. Arrow. "Any further offenders will be confined to the brig for the remainder of the voyage," Arrow glared at Scroop. "Am I clear, Mr. Scroop?"

Scroop glared menacingly at Arrow, but for some reason he seemed to back down.

"Transparently," said Scroop.

Mr. Arrow dismissed everyone and they all dispersed until it was just Silver, Jim, and I.

"Well done, Mr. Arrow, sir!" I was starting to think that Silver was kind of a suck up. "A tight ship's a happy ship, sir,"

Silver picked up the mop Jim dropped and turned to us.

"Orianna, Jimbo, I gave you two a job," Silver scolded us.

"It wasn't our fault," I huffed.

"Hey, we were doing it until that bug thing-" Jim said, so aggravated.

"Belay that!" Silver yelled. "Now, I want this deck swabbed spotless and heaven help you if I come back and it's not done," Silver shoved the broom in Jim's hands. "Morph? Keep an eye on these pups and let me know if there are anymore distractions," Silver walked off. Morph saluted his master. His eyes grew big and he started at us. Wow, he took his job seriously.

"Great. We're fifteen and we have a babysitter," I groaned.

Hours passed and we were still cleaning. The sky was dark and the stars were bright. Morph tried to help but he mostly got in the way. It was still nice of him though. He turned himself into a little broom and started mopping our boots. He floated up to us and burped up a bunch of bubbles. Aww, he must have swallowed some soap.

"Well, this has been a fun day," Jim sighed. "Making new friends, like that spider psycho,"

Morph turned into a little Scroop. "Spider psycho! Spider psycho!" Morph squeaked out.

"He was a little uglier," I said.

Morph made a scary Scroop face with a crazy laugh.

"Pretty close," said Jim.

Silver came up on the dock and tossed some scraps over the side. "Well, thank heavens for little miracles. Up here for an hour and the deck's still in one piece," said Silver.

"Um, look, l, uh... What you did... Thanks," Jim finally said.

"Yeah, thanks for saving us," I added.

Silver gave us a look. "Didn't your pap ever teach you to pick your fights a bit more carefully?"

I stood behind Jim and waved my hands. That was a touchy a subject. Jim turned his back and didn't answer. Silver kept going.

"Your father's not the teachin' sort?" Silver asked.

"No," Jim sneered. "He was more like the taking off and never coming back sort,"

I always got uncomfortable when the subject of Jim's father came up. I hated seeing my friend like that.

"Oh. Sorry, lad," Silver rested his arms on the ship's railings,

"Hey, no big deal. I'm doing just fine," Jim said.

"Is that so?" said Silver as he rubbed his chin. "Well, since the captain has put you in my charge, like it or not, I'll be pounding a few skills into that thick head of yours to keep you out of trouble,"

Silver turned to me.

"That goes for you too, lass," said Silver.

"Why me?" I asked, baffled.

"From now, I'm not letting you out of me sight," said Silver.

"You can't do-" Silver cut me off.

"You two won't so much as eat, sleep, or scratch your bums without my say-so," said Silver with a mischievous smile.

"Don't do us any favors!" Jim snapped back.

"Oh, you can be sure of that, my lad. You can be sure of that," said Silver as he put his flesh arm over Jim's shoulder. "Now off to bed with the both of you. You have a hard day ahead of you tomorrow," Silver pushed us towards the quarterdeck. I didn't resist.

Jim and I walked into the quarterdeck. There wasn't any privacy. Like at all. Everyone slept on hammocks above and below each other. I walked over to my hammock. I grabbed my bag and pulled out my sketch pad. Jim was getting settled in his bed. I felt bad for him. He had to sleep under the pink farting guy. He saw me standing.

"Your not going to sleep?" he asked.

"Nah, I'm that tired so I'm just going to relax outside," I told him.

"I'll come with you?" he offered. For some reason, I blushed.

"Um, sure if you want," I said and started walking up to the deck.

The boat seemed different now that everyone was asleep. I looked around and found the perfect spot: the bird's nest. I climbed up the rope to the highest point on the ship with Jim behind me. I sat down and got comfortable. It was nice up hear. The air was clear and there was a gentle wind. My sketchpad was a decent size with a hard cover so I didn't have to lean on anything. Jim sat next to me.

"I didn't know you like to draw," Jim said.

"I wanted to show you before but we got a little busy that day with the map,"

"Oh right. Can I see?"

I passed the book to him. He flipped through it.

"Wow, these are pretty good," I grinned. Jim complimented me! "Wait, what's this?"

"What's what?" I asked. Oh god, my sketch of him! I snatched back my book. "It's nothing,"

"Oh alright then," Jim gave me a smile.

"Hush up and let me think," I said. I looked about for anything I could draw. I wanted to draw the ship but it's hard to draw a ship when your riding it. I wanted to draw some animals but there were none in sight. I hated drawing from memory. When I see the real thing, I see all the mistakes I made and it wasn't pretty.

"Something wrong?" Jim asked. I sighed and put my sketchpad aside.

"Can't think of anything so let's just talk," I said.

"Alright, fine. What do you wanna talk about?"

"Umm twenty questions?"

"You first?"

"Okay. Umm, what's your favorite color?"

"Red. What's your favorite food?"

"Fries. Favorite band?"

"Tool. Favorite movie,"

"Fleet and Flotilla," I twirled a curl between my fingers. I blushed and kept my eyes on my feet. "Ever have a girlfriend?"

"I think once in kindergarten," Jim said. I was relieved on the inside. "What about you? Boyfriend?"

"Nah, I think boys find me weird so I always stay in the friend-zone," I answered truthfully.

"You're not weird," said Jim. "Just different,"

I felt happy that he said that but he was wrong.

"Dude, my role model is Picasso," I said. "Everyone thinks I'm weird for liking him,"

"That guy who painted the messed up faces? Why him?" Jim asked.

"In ancient times, most artists painted the same beautiful things. Picasso was one of the first to go outside the box and do something different. Not all paintings have to be of beautiful people or flowers. Paintings can be of ugly tings too," I explained.

"That's deep," Jim joked and leaned back with his hands behind his head.

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?"

"Is that one of the questions?"

I playfully punched his shoulder. I sighed and leaned back too.

"I had fun today," I whispered. I was getting sleepy. "Hey Jim?"

"Mmm?" he sounded tired too.

"If I ever have a problem, can I come to you?" I asked, my eyes were heavy. "And you can come to me too,"

"Really?" Jim whispered.

"Yeah, It would be great to have a friend you can rely on like that. I've never had one before," My voice was now barely a whisper. I was so exhausted all of a sudden. Perhaps the events of the day have finally hit me. I was so tired, I was talking crazy. I would never have the courage to say this if I was fully awake.

I couldn't do it anymore. I fell over and my head landed on something soft and warm. The last thing I remember was Jim's calming scent. Aww, we never finished our game of twenty questions.

Okay even loooonger chapter. I'm having regrets about Orianna's last name. The only names I could think of were crazy so I picked a boring name and now I regret it. At least I got some more Jim and Orianna luv. I didn't sleep at all last night. My cat's kept waking me up and I couldn't sleep so I had to write. I see why all those writer jerks are at starbucks all the time. Damn I need coffee! Also once again, if there's any grammar mistakes, I'm sorry!

I forgot the disclaimer the last time. I'm sorry =(

I do not own treasure planet or Jim Hawkins

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