Disclaimer: I don't own Treasure Planet, or any other planet. Though, I have had my eye on Mars…

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Jim was mopping the deck, perhaps even angrier than when he had started, when he saw a shadow cross over the deck. A man, and a young one at that, was walking towards the bowsprit. His silver/gray hair may have given you the idea he was old, yet his young face gave away his real age.

Jim thought he couldn't have been a day older than 20. This guy gave him the creeps, he wasn't very big, but he looked the kind of guy who had something to hide. Hmm, that's sort of what the whole crew seems like.

He had dark green skin, and a tail, that was kept wrapped around itself. The young man wore clothes similar to his own, which only made him resemble a human even more if not for the green skin and tail. He sat himself next to Sora, saying something inaudible to Jim. Sora replied, and with a really pissed off look on her face. He continued mopping the deck when Sora raised her voice loud enough for him to hear. "What's it gonna take to get you out of my face, Grant?" Her voice was rising to a shout.

Jim kept his head down as he heard him reply something Jim couldn't make out. Crack! Something made his entire body jerk. He looked to the source of the sound and saw Grant holding his head in true pain, and Sora walking away with a satisfied look on her face. In her hand, a gun that resembled a modern day revolver, she was holding it backwards, suggesting that she had hit Grant over the head with the grip.

As she walked past him, he tried his best not to laugh at Grant, who was still holding his head. She smiled, happy to see Grant had an audience, which would only embarrass him more. Judging from the way Grant was now recovering pretty quickly, Jim now got the sense Grant usually said things like this, and regularly got hit. It took him a few more moments' time to wonder why Sora would have a gun. It scared him a bit to know that if this young girl had one, then maybe all the crew did. But why?

Jim was just finishing his mopping, when he realized how late it must be, judging from how tired he was. Putting the mop and bucket into a small closet, he turned, only to come face-to-face with Sora, the wind pushing her hair even more into her eyes. "You hungry?" Her voice was in a monotone, and her face carried no expression at all. Jim was trying to recover from shock. Where had she come from anyway? He hadn't heard a sound hinting she had walked up behind him. It wasn't a nice thought, knowing she would be able to sneak up on him like that.

As if in response, Jim's stomach growled. He had been so concentrated on getting done with his stupid chores he had forgotten about supper. Her eyes full of laughter, Sora turned towards the galley and glanced back at him.

"I'll take that as a yes."

The galley was filled with loud laughter and shouts from the crew as they enjoyed their dinner. A few men broke out into a few old sea-songs, which only added to the noise. With the movement of the ship, the old lantern swayed and bobbed, casting a, not eerie, but warm glow on everyone's face. Sora looked as if she belonged, laughing along with them as she had a short word with Mr. Onus; But Jim kept an angry face on. He didn't like these people, nor did he trust them.

"Rule #1." Sora struggled to keep her voice loud enough for him to hear. She handed him a plate and walked into the kitchen where a line of large pots were lined up. "Don't eat this." He eyed the contents of the first pot; a horrible and nasty aroma filled his nostrils. Who would want to? They moved on, Sora telling him what each one was, and why he shouldn't eat it. He mumbled something about how Silver must not be a very good cook.

"Of course he is. It's just, most of his dishes aren't, well… ugh- never mind." Her plate landed across from him on the table, adding to the noise around them.

"So it's safe to say the only edible thing around here's the Bonzabeast stew?" Jim commented as he surveyed the contents of his bowl, a dish that he didn't really want to know the ingredients of.

Sora laughed. "I guess, it's basically the only thing here fit for our human stomachs." While she spoke Jim lifted his spoon to his face, only to let its contents drip back down to the bowl. His expression told her he was utterly disgusted. "Unlike that." She concluded. Hold on, Human? Well, of course she's human, you idiot! His mind answered. Well she said that 'you're the alien here' thing earlier; I thought maybe she was a hybrid or something. If so, his mind said, she won't someone talking about it, or even thinkin' about it.

"You okay?" Sora's face looked a bit concerned.

Why does she care, anyway? "Fine." He muttered, though he was pretty sure she couldn't hear him over the noise. Their conversation ended as a loud roar erupted from the Densadron that sat at the next table. Sora sighed, turning back to her food, men were such idiots, always starting fights. Jim, however, watched the trouble that ensued. The large four-armed brute held up a lizard-like fellow by the neck. Knowing these men, Sora started to subconsciously list the many reasons why they were fighting now. However, whatever it was, they would soon have to deal with Silver, who wouldn't want them acting like pirates, at least not in front of the boy.

"Swenson! Collins!" Silver was shouting at the top of his lungs now. "Belay that, now!"

Swenson, with his large fourth arm, pushed the other man back, just to be the last to have a hit at the other. Collins fell back, knocking everyone sitting at the table behind him, with his long skinny arms. Everyone sitting there, including Sora stood up, wishing to give him a piece of his or her mind.

Jim, noticed, as Sora was knocked forward, along with the rest of that side of the table her hair parted revealing her abnormal ears; Pointed, they were, cat-like and similar to the Captain's. They alone told him many a past generation ago, an ancestor wasn't all-human.

"What the devil's your problem?" Sora still standing, looked Swenson in the eye. Or, as best she could from at least a foot below his eye level. He growled deep in his throat. Silver, knowing Sora would not stand down a fight- no matter the opponent's size, thrust his fist down upon the table.

"Belay this!" Silver stood up, angry they were showing their true side before Jim. "The both of ya!"

The two glared at one another, but not one among them present would go against Silver. The Macriki quietly crawled back to the other side of the table, while Swenson, being the kind of man he was, gave one last glare towards Collins, and then Sora. Still keeping on an angry face, Sora sat down. Only a few moments passed before she looked up at Jim, who quickly looked back down at his food.

Realizing what he must have seen, she pushed back the bench, which gave a loud creaking noise as she did. She then stormed out of the galley. Jeez, Jim thought. "What's her problem?" He said quietly, not really meaning to say it aloud.

A small Optoc, which Jim later found out went by the name of Mr. Onus, spoke up. "Hmmm, that girl has an attitude, she does. I was wonderin' when she'd stop bein' nice to ya!" Nice? Even in Jim's short time of knowing her, she seemed anything but nice.

"We've not known her to keep her temper down that long!" A Tuskrus commented from the table behind Jim. "Must be outa her mind, she was, standin' up to 'em like that."

Though some men agreed, one man spoke up. "'Tis a miracle, some would say, her livin' among men –'Hey!' shouted an old alien woman – but she is strong," He paused. "For a woman."

Those listening to their conversation laughed. "And she's quick, that one." Another added. "She be outa yer grasp and behind ye 'afore yous even thinks the word parley." More men joined in on the laughter. They soon realized the word they used; parley, being a word used amongst pirates. Lucky for them, Silver was across the room, unable to hear them, and Jim couldn't recall where he had heard that word before.

A smarter, but not by any means schooled, man kept the conversation going in hopes the boy would forget what they'd said earlier. "Asides, if she couldn't a' handled 'em, 'ole Silver woulda stepped in. He's like 'er father, ever since they met."

"He'd never let no man even touch her, I'd reckon."

"Though, that never stopped Grant before!" He burst out into a new fit of laughter. Sounds like a pervert to me. Jim thought, as he tried to turn back around. But, as he did he first thought something was wrong with his eyes. He could see before him, the outline of a… person, it looked like.

Grant slowly appeared before his eyes, startling Jim. He must have jumped about foot, because the men's laughter around him grew louder than the present noise.

Silver noticed their laughter, Grant, and Jim's surprised expression, and, he pieced it all together. "Grant! Stop showing off." Grant, once again, blended in with the background, and reappeared behind Silver. Even though Jim wasn't fond of Grant's special ability, he had to laugh at the chameleon-like man now making rude gestures behind Silver.

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A/N:

Longest. Chapter. Yet. Sorry, if you don't like long chapters. Understand if I make 'em all this long it'll take longer to write. ;) Sorry if I used the word Parley wrong. My sister told me what it meant, but she could have been wrong. The definition of it I found was, discussion, especially between enemies over terms of truce. Obviously, if you tick her off and she has a gun to your head, she's your enemy. Does that make sense? Also, I won't be able to get another chapter up until friday or so, We have Mid-Term Exams all week!