Over the next couple of days, AnaMaria noticed a few changes in how Silver and Jim acted towards one another. It seemed like they were always together; from scrubbing the scum off the bottom of the ship to scrubbing the deck. If Silver wasn't with the boy bossing him around then Jim was off on his own day dreaming. It worried AnaMaria a little bit (even though she wouldn't admit it to anyone) how Jim could get lost in his own thoughts but as the days passed the cabin boy became more and more bearable. Silver seemed to get a soft spot for the boy but AnaMaria thought she was the only one who saw it. If the crew found out then they wouldn't take Silver serious any more. Luckily, they were too wrapped up in their own daydreams of the supposed riches they would receive once they reached Treasure Planet, that they barely noticed the two getting closer. And as their greed grew AnaMaria's guilt at the impending mutiny grew as well.

It was night time on the ship and it seemed like AnaMaria was the only one on deck. Having Jim and Silver go out for a rider earlier made the whole ship seem at peace that night.

It unsettled her how convincing a liar the cook was. He could smile in the boy's face and fill his head up with all these hopes knowing that one day soon he would crush them. It made her sick to her stomach and yet she couldn't find the courage to warn the boy and that fact in itself made her more furious with herself than at the two-facedness of Silver. From below deck a sound rang out, signaling the return of Silver and Jim which effectively brought her mind away from her dark thoughts.

What a beautiful night, AnaMaria sighed, stretching out in the crow's nest.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the ship passing the old star, Maktar Nebulon. It was supposed to go supernova a while back but it was still there, in all its beautiful glory. Hopefully it wouldn't blow up as the old Legacy ship was passing it. And yet all the hope in the world wouldn't protect the ship or its inhabitants from the abrupt pulsing of the start and what it entailed.

It wouldn't go supernova right now would it?

As if to answer her question the star pulsed once more, swelling to an unimaginable size before exploding in a dazzling show of light. The backlash wave from the explosion hit the shocked girl head on sending her toppling off the side of the crow's nest.

Acting on pure instinct, she reached out and grabbed on to the side before she could fall to the deck below. Still running off the adrenaline coursing through her body at the sudden actions, she hoisted herself up to look over the crow's nest and towards the supernova. Below she could hear Silver and Jim run up from the docking.

"AnaMaria, what's going on?" Silver shouted up to her. She spared the cook a passing glance and shouted, "Maktar Nebulon has gone supernova!" Another sporadic wave slammed into the ship, causing the young pirate to lose grip on the crow's nest.

The scream that rose to her throat was cut off by the impact of her back hitting the firm surface of an object that was too soft to be the deck. She looked up with wild eyes to see that she was being held in Jim's arms. The boy smiled shakily down at her.

"Thanks," she said a little breathlessly. She moved quickly from the teen's arms and looked on in awe with him as the old star disappeared. AnaMaria was vaguely aware of Captain Amelia rushing past her and Jim towards the helm yelling for evasive action.

"All hands fasten your life lines!" Mr. Arrow's voice commanded. Without hesitation, AnaMaria grabbed Jim's arm and pulled him over to the lifelines. Fastening hers quickly she disappeared into the mad rush, knowing Jim would be able to handle himself.

Wave after wave rocked the ship, causing many to struggle to keep balance on their precarious dash for safety while fireballs from the explosion tore through the sails, rendering them useless. The Captain, upon seeing this, ordered the sails to be secured. Hearing her before anybody else did, AnaMaria quickly obeyed, maneuvering up the riggings with ease.

If finding your balance while having both feet planted firmly on the deck was a challenge, attempting to find your balance while dangling from ropes several feet from the ground with no support but open space was near impossible, however, AnaMaria steeled her nerves and gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay calm and make her way steadily up the ropes. When she reach her sail, she wrapped her legs tightly around the mast to enable she wouldn't be knocked into space and worked fast, her nimble fingers working expertly.

When she had her sail secured, she cast her gaze around the ship to catch sight of Silver and Jim. The two coincidentally were working on a sail just below hers, Jim securing his end with ease. It was as the old cyborg began to tie the finishing knots on his end that a fireball slammed into his side, sending him stumbling off the mast. AnaMaria felt her breath catch and her heart falter.

Thankfully Jim reacted swiftly, grabbing onto Silver's life line and tugging hard to pull him within reaching distance. He helped him back on to the mast and shared a shaky, relief filled smile. However, their attention – as well as AnaMaria's – was quickly caught by an even more terrifying sight: a massive molten rock was headed straight for the Legacy.

There was nothing the crew could do to avoid being crushed and burned under the rock; it appeared to be the end of the line for them, the last voyage any of them would ever sail together. And as the heat of the lava boulder became unbearable and cries of help were being sang to the heavens...the rock began to move backwards, seemingly pulled by some unknown force. It appeared that their prayers had been answered: by a black hole.

AnaMaria swung herself from the beam and onto the riggings. She moved down the roping quickly, dropping to the deck when she was just inches off the ground in order to get a better look at the black hole. If they didn't do something soon they'd all be dead.

Up on the helm Captain Amelia was struggling fiercely with the wheel, trying to steer her ship away from the danger, but try as she might the pull of the hole was too great. She roared in fury.

"Blast these waves, they're so erratic!" the Captain shouted, struggling ever harder to turn the wheel.

"No Captain, they're not erratic at all, they'll be one more in exactly forty-seven point two seconds followed by the biggest one of them all!" Dr. Doppler yelled over the howling winds from his post at the radars.

His words brought a sudden idea to the Captain's mind. It was a bit farfetched but faced with the other option of being sucked into a black hole there wasn't much of a conscious battle over whether or not it was smart to try it out.

"Brilliant Doctor!" the Captain cried, grasping on to the only hope they had left, "we will ride that last one out of here!"

"All sails secured Captain!" Mr. Arrow shouted.

"Good man!" Amelia praised, "Now release them immediately!" If under less threatening circumstances she would have found his confused expression rather humorous but now was not the time to dwell on such thoughts when one's life was at stake.

The first mate only faltered for a second before he turned to bark the new orders to the crew. He had always trusted his Captain's choices before and more often than not they saved them from near death situations not quite like this but now was not the time to be losing hope now. He only slightly hoped she knew what she was doing.

The crew was less than convinced with their captain's wishes but with only minimal grumbling did they turn and hurriedly see to her orders.

AnaMaria found herself unfurling the same sail she secured only moments ago, her legs wrapped even more tightly around the mast she sat upon as the winds pushed ever more heavily against her body. Through narrowed eyes she watched the proceedings of the rest of the crew, taking into note how everyone worked together to get the job done, even Scroop and Mr. Arrow.

"AnaMaria, get down here lass!" Silver shouted, his voice distorted a little by the wind. She moved swiftly albeit cautiously down the riggings, anxious to reach the safe haven of the cyborg.

It was as she raced across the deck towards Silver that the next wave hit, sending her tumbling forward. She would have been thrown overboard if it the cook had not thought fast on his feet, reaching out and grabbing her around the mid-section before ramming her harshly against the main mast of the ship. Because of his rash actions her head was snapped backwards against the wood, stunning her. Through the daze, she heard Dr. Doppler yell something about the last wave with Captain Amelia's quickly following.

"Hold on to your life lines this is going to be a bumpy ride!"

The feeling of another body pressed against hers brought the girl's gaze upwards to stare into the steely blue irises of Jim Hawkins. His panicked gaze was the last thing she saw before her world was enveloped in darkness. Subconsciously, she fisted the front of his shirt tightly into her hands to offer her one last iota of comfort….

The light of the night sky had never looked brighter in AnaMaria's eyes, nor the air fresher. When the last wave – the biggest of them all, just like the Doctor predicted – struck the ship, the Captain was able to use the force of the wave, combated with the Legacy's thrusters, to propel the ship back into open space. The sudden jolt sent many of crew slamming against the ship's sides and Dr. Doppler careening into a pile of ropes, but thanks to the lifelines no was thrown overboard. However, the sudden jolt did cause Jim and AnaMaria to butt heads.

The crew was in hysterics, jumping around and singing praises of their admirable captain. For many, they would tell and retell this story for many years to come to anyone who would listen over a pint of rum. They would not soon for Captain Amelia's bravery against the black hole that nearly ended their lives! Pulling away from each other Silver, Jim, and AnaMaria went to greet the Captain at the bottom of the stairs.

"Well I must congratulate you Mr. Silver it seems your cabin boy did a bang up job with those life lines," the Captain said. Jim and Silver shared a proud smile at the praise; even AnaMaria felt a small sense of pride towards the boy.

"Everyone accounted for Mr. Arrow?" the Captain went on to ask. Surprisingly there was no reply. "Mr. Arrow?" The woman scanned the crowd for her missing first mate.

A feeling of dread bubbled in the pit of AnaMaria's stomach as she thought back to earlier. The last time she had seen the rock man was… Her eyes caught sight of a familiar spider-like crew member making his way through the crowd. He held Mr. Arrow's hat in his pinchers.

"I'm afraid Mr. Arrow has been lost," he sighed. His face appeared to look solemn but AnaMaria quickly saw through the façade. She watched through a heated glare as the conniving creature clearly handed the Captain her first mate's hat. In silent disbelief the Captain took it. "His life line was not secured."

Everybody, save for AnaMaria and Silver turned to look at the cabin boy. "No! I checked them all!" Jim exclaimed. The boy pushed past AnaMaria and others in his rush to check the lifelines. "I did, I checked them all. They were secured, I swear!" Jim turned to look at the Captain, begging her to believe him.

Hatred for the sly Scroop raged inside of the young girl. She wanted to scream out how he killed Mr. Arrow. She wanted to kick and hurt him for making Jim blame take the blame but with no solid evidence and a stern looking Silver staring down at her with his mechanical red eye, the young pirate knew she couldn't do anything.

Scroop caught AnaMaria's heated gaze and only smiled in response. The nonchalant upturn of his ugly lips fueled the burning hatred for the monster and it took all her will power not to attack him. The firm grip that could only come for a mechanical arm further demanded she keep her anger to herself. The soft sigh of her captain was the only thing that could deter her attention from Scroop as the feline opened her mouth to address the crew.

"Mr. Arrow was a-" Captain Amelia had to pause, gathering her emotions. She cleared her throat before continuing, "fine spacer; finer than most of us could ever hope to be. But he knew the risks, as do we all. Resume your posts, we carry on." She quickly retreated to her stateroom to mourn the death of her friend properly, away from the crew's prying eyes.

AnaMaria's attention snapped to the cabin boy as he rushed off, eager to get away from the crew who viciously judged him. The girl moved to follow him only to be held back by the firm hand of Silver.

She turned to glare questioningly up at her former captain only to find him at a loss of what to do. His confusion only added to her urgency and she swiftly shrugged from the cyborg's grip to run after Jim.

Everything screamed for the old captain to follow the girl so as to see she didn't foil their plans but his heart wasn't in it. And so he watched her disappear after the cabin boy who had managed to find a place in his rusted, cold heart.