Chapter 7

After repairing the solar sails of the ship, I walked back up to the deck. It was nighttime once again. I could then see Jim sitting on a shroud, disappointed with himself. I approached him from behind.

"I still wonder why no one else spoke up." I started. "I'm pretty sure there was another spacer behind where I was when we let the sail down."

He looked at me with menacing eyes, "I saw Mr. Scroop use his claws to cut the line off." He mimicked what I said, flailing his hand dismissively, mocking me, "Like that's gonna help."

I sighed, "He must've thrown the rope overboard to hide evidence."

"OK!" Jim shouted, "Quit trying to help me feel better by putting the blame on someone else! Maybe you just so happen to be seeing things because of insomnia!" He stared angrily, holding onto the rope on his hands tightly, strangling it like he wanted to strangle my neck.

I was startled, so I backed off tensely towards the hatch, allowing Mr. Silver, who just appeared on deck, to try and comfort Jim. I felt a sharp pull behind me that dragged me behind the mainmast, Donald shut my mouth tight, but I loosened his grip as I told him quietly that I wanted to watch how Mr. Silver would get a handle on things.

"It weren't your fault, y'kno," he said casually while leaning fourth towards the railing. He then continued comforting him, telling the story whilst gesturing with his arms, "Why, half the crew would be spinning in that black abyss–"

"Look, don't you get it?" Jim yelled, tossing the rope away, jumping down to the railing of the deck, "I screwed up!" He approached Mr. Silver face to face, "For two seconds I thought maybe I could do something right! But–" he brushed his hair back, trying to figure out what he has to say, then grunted loudly, "I just-" he then sighed, leaning onto the mast where I was, but I kept myself hidden as I shifted away from Jim. "Just forget it." his head now bowed down low, depressed. "Forget it," he brushed his eyes in a swift motion, shedding a tear.

Mr. Silver, empathizing with him, tried to cheer him up again, "Now, you listen to me," he turned Jim's shoulder over, "James Hawkins," Jim's eyes met Mr. Silver's, as he continued "You've got the makings of greatness in ya," his face closer to Jim, giving him a boost. Jim's eyes are now beginning to water and he breathing became heavy, as Mr. Silver continued, "But you've gotta take the helm and chart your own course." He indicated with his arm, while Jim still watched as his eyes continued to tear, "Stick to it, no matter the squalls!" Now the cyborg's eyes staring off into the distance "And when the time comes you really get to test the cut of your sails and show what you're made of," Jim's eyes were getting more wet as Mr. Silver continued to praise, "Well, I hope I'm there," now mocking a heroic pose, "catching some of the light that's coming off ya that day."

Jim huffed heavily, lips aquiver, while Mr. Silver gave him a sympathetic look. Unexpected to the cook, the boy leaned his head onto his chest, sobbing his hearts out. Mr. Silver looked around nervously, then eyeing on the boy again, "There, there, lad. It's all right." he smiled at Jim, hands on his shoulders, "Jimbo, it's all right." Now he embraced Jim, hugging him affectionately. I sighed with relief, and they stayed like that for a moment, before Mr. Silver cleared his throat, "Now, Jim, I–" He pulled himself together, straightening his hat, "I best be getting back to watch. And you better be getting some shut eye." He brushed Jim's chin softly, and lead him down the stairs. Jim looked back, now with a grin, looking back at Mr. Silver and the cook waved him off. Jim walked down the stairs, but I heard Mr. Silver said to his pink pet, "Getting in too deep here, Morphy," he stroked his floating pet. "Next thing ya know, they'll be saying I've gone soft." The little shapeshifter stroked his cheek and cooed lovingly, and began darting back and fourth around Mr. Silver. He walked away uneasily to the bow of the boat.

I muttered to myself "No, Silver, you're doing a good job, you're really helping Jim." Unbeknownst to Donald, and me, the spider guy jumped down from a yard, landing in front of me. I let out a startled cry.

"Cabin boy…" he hissed, "you're just as bad as the other one…sniffing around during the hours of sleep."

Donald quacked and hid behind me, peeking from the side my waist. I threw a comment back at him, "Says the one who wanted to blindly blame on the other one, what is your problem!"

He chuckled viciously, "A sharp eye, you have there, boy. Ohh you wait till you get–"

"I get it now," I cut him off. "You're working for the Organization, aren't you? Organization XIII?"

He smiled, "I'm not the mastermind behind it all…you're looking the wrong way." Unanticipated, he didn't want to start a fight, but just crawled away with his skinny exoskeleton legs, "The one you're looking for is the one you least expect."

I was puzzled by what he meant. Then again, maybe he's saying that to make me lose my guard. I stared at him for awhile before Donald tugged me to head another direction. "Heartless activity near the galley. Goofy's waiting for us there."

I followed him to the stern and walked down the flight of stairs, to see Goofy with his shield out. Apparently, he's just done cleaning up the heartless attack. "Gosh, Sora, it's about time."

I apologized for being late. "You're right, Sora, the heavy attacks seem only to be happening on the ship." said Goofy.

"Mr. Scroop said something about me looking the wrong way." I pondered. "But he sounds like he's involved too. He must be working under another "mastermind", maybe another organization member?" Goofy held a journal and penned down information on the new type of Emblem heartless. Apparently it was called Space Rogue, and they specialize with physical and ranged attacks with the use of their dirks and laser guns, blending in with this world. Their weakness includes magic attacks, mainly thunder and blizzard.

"You can be sure of that." Donald said, stroking his beak, "They use the corridors to travel anywhere, so somehow the mastermind may have gotten Scroop involved. But having only one involved sounds illogical, there must be more."

"Like maybe the other person who stayed silent when he saw that arachnid cut the rope off!" I figured.

"Not just 2 people, they can easily get jailed when Captain Amelia finds out," Donald thought, "She said she doesn't give a hoot about the crew, remember? She also doesn't trust them to not allow the doctor to speak of the M-word."

"What M-word?" Goofy questioned scratching his head underneath his yellow cap, clueless. "Moron?"

Donald whacked Goofy's head with his staff and quacked "MAP!" I hushed them both before they could wake anyone else up. Since we were near the galley, we decided to take short naps there before resuming scouting, hoping that I'm able to spot Scroop talking to an Organization member when it was his watch.

I basically slept throught till who knows what time on top of a table, but an uneasy shiver struck me as I heard footsteps heading towards the galley. I waked my team up, then hid inside a barrel quarter full of purps. I peeked through the hole of the barrel to find an organization member talking to someone…as I shifted my view, I silently gasped. The other person that the organization member was talking to was a husky man, unlike the spider psycho, had mechanical limbs on one half of his body and normal limbs on the other, and a familiar glow on his mechanical eye – Mr. Silver! His pink jelly-bodied pet floating close by the traitor made it all the more eerie. I silently watched the conversation.

"Yes, yes, everything is according to plan, sir," the cook gestured with his robotic arm.

"It is taking too long," the black hooded organization member hissed.

"Well, we were thrown off course by that supernova, just give us more travelling time and I will do as ya say. Kill the boy who wields that key weapon o' his and bring 'im to ya." He smiled as he was explaining himself.

"Don't kill the boy, John. We need him alive." the hooded person continued to talk threateningly. "Just bring him to the trap we set up on Treasure Planet."

"With the reward ya promised?" John questioned as he eyed the hooded man suspiciously.

"We'll snatch the map away from them without them even looking."

"And it leads my group to the treasure we seek, without fail?" he then walked around the hooded man, hands to his back, his distance closer to the stairs but still focusing on the organization member.

"No, but if you DO fail. My organization would take away that blob of yours, AND the boy."

Mr. Silver gulped, and the pink blob shrieked and hid behind the cyborg. He sighed, then took his hat off and bowed "With pleasure, sir," as he withdrew back upstairs. Daybreak's first sunrays hit the skylight as the revelation of Mr. Silver as a traitor dawned upon me.

I took a purp fruit and threw it at the Organization member. By this time Mr. Silver was already upstairs so its no wonder that he didn't notice anything suspicious. I hopped out of the barrel, "You want me? I'm here!" I cried out, keyblade in hand, to that blasted Organization member who did the pact with Mr. Silver. Personally, I'm still in shock – this was the lifelong dream he was talking about? Treasure Planet? Donald and Goofy came out close behind, but Goofy tripped over the barrel, tumbling Donald over. The hooded man didn't say a word but summoned Sniper and Dusk nobodies, along with Air Pirates and Space Rogue heartless to keep us all busy, as he opened a corridor of darkness and vanished before my eyes.

Jim slept through the night soundly even though the spacers all snored loudly, as soon as sunrise began to shine through the skylight he was rudely awakened when the flatulent creature snored a fart (what a way to describe that crewmate) into his face. He tumbled carelessly out of hammock. Half-awake, he slipped his left boot onto his foot. While he tried reaching for the other boot, it hopped a few centimeters out of his reach, looking backwards slightly, it hopped away from Jim and hid behind a chest.

"Morph?" Jim burbled as he wiped across his sleepy face and groaned as he approached the chest, tucking the back of his light brown shirt into his pants. "Morph, knock it off, it's too early for thi–"

Before he could finish his sentence, Morph, while still in boot form, kicked Jim's butt. Startled, Jim cried out, "Hey! Morph!" more awake than before.

The cheeky shapeshifter blew through his tongue, shifting back into blob form, giggling, then grabbing Jim's other boot from beneath the clutter and flew around the pillar as Jim chased him around "Hey, come back here!" to which Morph mimicked Jim with delight "Come back here!" and then flew upstairs to the quarterdeck. Jim chased him all the way to the main deck and lunged from the stairs to grab his boot. "Gotcha!" while the morph hid underneath the skylight, but later flying back up, shapeshifting into a blowfish, squirted water into Jim's face, forcing him fully awake.

"That's it, you little squid!" he reached his hand out to grab Morph, but it dodged his swing and hid underneath the skylight again. Now, more cheeky than ever, shapeshifted into a little Jim head and mimicked "you little squid!" and Jim slammed his hand to grab that pet, to which he ducked an popped out through another hole as Jim's head, "you little squid!" and it became a game of whack a mole, with Jim losing and morph still teasing as more of mini Jim's head popped through the holes "you little squid!" "You little squid!" "You little squid!" But after a while, the pink blob stopped popping its heads. Jim peeked through the holes, seeing that it may have flown to the galley. Going down the stairs, hopping on one foot and fitting the boot into the other, little did he realize that I was in the midst of a battle with heartless and nobodies. He stood there gawking, and Morph flew to him, mimicking his gawking face as Jim's mini head.

"Jim! Get outta here!" Donald cried as he casted a blizzard spell at a Space Rogue, causing an area of effect which also knocked a few dusks out. I did a reversal as one of the dusks tried to stab down on my chest.

Morph cried out, then shapeshifted into a dagger, which Jim thought could be useful in the fight. So, he grabbed Morph and began attacking the enemy.

"Jim!" Goofy called, "Aim for the white ones, the heartless are immune to normal weapons!"

"Got it!" Jim responded, slashing at a dusk, causing it to disintegrate.

I casted Thundaga and it caused the Space Rogues in the area of damage to disintegrate, causing hearts to float upwards. Goofy took down two Air Pirates with his shield as he swung it like a boomerang. Jim slashed at a sniper before it could fire its missiles. An Air Pirate kicked my back when I let my guard down, but I returned the attack when I swung down my keyblade at it. But still, more heartless and nobodies continued spawning, the Bolt Tower is now included as an addition. Jim aimed Morph at the head of the Bolt Tower, and it was stunned. Upon realizing that Jim was also equipped with combat ability against the heartless with the help of Morph, I stood behind him and signaled him to slash forward with Morph at the same time as I slashed my keyblade, activating our Limit ability.

Morph is now turned into a laser shotgun, and Jim took several aims for the Bolt Tower while I franctically bashed the ground, causing a line of Thunder magic to disintegrate the remaining Dusks and Spacer Rogues. In the end, the two of us then leaped to the air, I threw my keyblade downward on one side, Jim threw one half of Morph as a dagger downward on the other side, and the other half of Morph multiplied himself into laser beams, hit the ground, causing a shockwave that made an area of damage. Our finishing move killed all the remaining heartless and nobodies.

We panted heavily after the heated battle. I sat down on the table, Donald and Goofy plopped down near my side, while Jim reached for a purp fruit. "What was that all about?" he finally asked, Morph cooing after Jim, questioning us.

"Remember when I asked about heartless and the Organization? Well, the black things are the heartless, and the white ones are nobodies, you've missed an organization member, he just walked through the corridor of Darkness as he summoned these things."

Jim, still baffled, chewed onto the purp fruit on his hands uneasily. "How come nobody, uhh, ignore the pun, knows about this or even, sees it?"

I sighed, "They're more often than not attracted to keyblade wielders like me due to their animal instincts. Plus, the Organization has the power to control where they should spawn, which I found out, happens more often on board than away from here. From this I thought that one of the crew here could be with the Organization." I hesitated, knowing that if I told Jim about Mr. Silver being a traitor could hurt his feelings and make him mad at me, "And…when we hid here, we saw the cyborg talk to an Organization member."

"What!" Jim shouted. Above us we could hear footsteps so I indicated him to hide in the barrel with me, so Jim held Morph tightly within his hands, and Donald and Goofy hid inside a cupboard in the kitchen.

Jim peeked out through the same hole when I spied on Mr. Silver. I coul hear voices from the crew.

"We're sick of this waiting!"

"There's only six of them left…"

"We are wanting, to move!"

"We don't move until we got the treasure in our hands!" This voice distinguishably Mr. Silver's. Jim was now wide eyed. Another familiar voice sounded "I'd say we kill them all now." It was distinguishably Scroop's.

"I'd say what's to say!" Mr. Silver yelled as I heard him clamping onto Mr. Scroop with his cyborg arm. "Disobey my orders again, like that stunt you pulled with Mr. Arrow!" Jim blinked, and I nodded back, indicating I was right after all.

"And so help me," Mr. Silver continued, "you'll be joining him!"

I felt a slam against the barrel, Morph squealed as Jim released his grip, but quickly holding him back again to reduce noise.

"Strong talk, but I know–" The creep reached down a claw into our barrel, "otherwise…" looking for a purp fruit. I took one and handed it to the menacing claw, pulling it out finally.

"You got something to say, Scroop?" Mr. Silver questioned.

"It's that boy…" his eerie voice ringing in my head, remembering the same thing that the cook said about himself after the talk with Jim. "Methinks you have a…" I hear the fruit squish out its juice as Mr. Scroop poked a hole, or squeezed it, "soft spot for him."

The crew began muttering words of agreement.

"Now mark me," Mr. Silver began, "the lot of ya! I care about one thing and one thing only – Flint's trove!"

Jim still watched the conversation silently, as Mr. Silver continued to argue his point, "…and you think I'd risk it all for the sake of some nose wiping little lad." Jim looked away from the hole, feeling hurt from the words the cyborg leader said.

"And what was it now?" Scroop mocked Mr. Silver; "You've got the makings of greatness in you."

"Shut your yap!" Silver yelled, "I cozied up the kid to keep him off our scent. But I ain't gone soft…"

"Land ho!" a voice above called out, which caused every crewmember to run up to the deck swiftly, while Jim slowly released the grip on Morph. I watched him helplessly, seeing his heart shatter into a million pieces.