Brielle was leaving school when she heard what had happened. She was standing in a cafe with her friends, laughing about school, when she heard the name Silver coming from the news screen. Turning slightly, she focused in on it.

"...after spending three months on a trip to find the mythical Treasure Planet, Captain Amelia Smollet's crew threw a mutiny. Lead by notorious pirate captain John Silver, the three remaining crew members managed to escape. While the planet does indeed exist..." The broadcaster droned on.

Brielle gasped, her mind blank. Da what the hell did you do. You told me, you said it was just a different ship! The few years and a class in galactic law had changed her mind on pirates. While at heart she would always be one, she had decided on becoming a mechanic. She had dreams to own a shop, and maybe convince her father of retiring in a few years, and he could live with her.

"...three pirates were captured after the mutiny. Silver himself had escaped before coming into Montressor airspace. All others were killed on planet..."

That broke Brielle out of her mind. Her father was alive. The rest of the crew, though. Except for Scroop, they had all been family to her.

"Bri, you alright?" One of her friends taps her on the shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah m'alright. Just, um, listenin' to the news."

"Oh yeah, damn pirates, the poor crew."

"Yeah...I gotta go. I'll see you guys in class tomorrow."

Brielle had hurried out of the cafe, and broke into a sprint once her friends wouldn't see her. The academy took up a large area of the small planet it was on. On one side was a town, with the cafe sitting on the border. On the opposite side, was a forest, with trees reaching so high you couldn't see the tops, and rivers and streams running through it. This is where Brielle headed. She kept running through until she ran into a river. The water lazily flowed along. Rolling her left pant leg up to the knee, her metal leg produced a knife. Holding the knife in her left hand, she climbed the nearest tree, using the knife and grip of her metal arm. She sat in that tree, watching the sky twist and glow as sunset approached.

It was well into night when she got back to her room. Since it was her last year, she had it to herself. She hesitantly grabbed the phone next to the door. Trying to calculate what time it was where her grandmother lived. Assuming it was a good time to call, she dialed the number.

It was a few weeks later, when Brielle got a letter. It was short, and hastily written, but she recognized it as her father's handwriting immediately. He assumed she had heard about what had happened, and told her that he was fine, and would send her a letter with better explanation as soon as he was safe. Brielle read the letter over and over again. Her father was the most important person in her life, and she had been a wreck until she got the letter. She tucked the letter into her coat pocket, and went to raise her grades that had fallen in those weeks.

The next letter came just days before she graduated, months after the first letter. Her father was safe, but couldn't come anywhere the navy could spot him, for awhile. He went partially into depth about his adventure (conveniently skipping giving Morph to Jim), and told her he was proud of her, staying in school. He also sent along some money, so that she could make her own decision of where to go after she left the school.

Brielle was upset, but she had grown a lot in the years at the academy. She made the decision to go to Montressor. For one, she wanted to go to the spaceport and see what info they had on her father. Maybe she could figure some way to get the navy off of him, or at least find the truth to what had happened. And since it was a mining planet, she could probably find a mechanic that would hire her. Save up money, open her own shop, convince her father to stop pirating and some live with her, she had simple, yet impossible dreams.

Getting to Montressor was no problem, the spaceport constantly had traffic. Getting the files on her father, was a little difficult, but she got them. It took her a day and three cups of tea to read through all of them, because they branched off into the crew too. There were two mentions of her, too, one as a child, who's family was slaughtered, and the other as Silver's daughter. It made her laugh, that no one had connected the two. After finishing reading the files, she knew there was nothing she could do. Even if she could find some loophole through the Treasure Planet thing, there would be another in its place.

She got on a transport to the planet, well into night. Wandering for awhile, she walked down dark streets, planning just to sleep on a bench she saw. It was a skill she found very useful, being able to sleep nearly anywhere. Years on a pirate ship made it develop quickly. Curling up over her one bag, she fell asleep.

Morning came, with someone angrily yelling at her to move off the bench. Scowling at him, she picked up her bag, and walked back down the street, now in the light. It was a small town, on the outskirts of a slightly larger city. She stopped in a cafe, buying something quick, that she ate as she looked for a mechanic shop.

There were five she found, and none would have her. It was always "you need experience" or "we don't need someone like you". She felt her anger flare up after each rejection, until she was just wandering worriedly. It had made perfect sense to her, leaving school and being able to work immediately. They didn't even let her show them what she could do, which is something she didn't expect. Silver had once let her go work on a different ship for a month or so, all she had to do was prove to the captain she was capable of whatever was thrown at her. But working honestly was so much harder. No wonder pirates never change. That life is so much easier, no "experience". As long as you work hard… Her thoughts are cut off by seeing someone she recognized.

"Dr. Doppler? Doctor!" Brielle yelled across the slightly busy street. She recognized the Canid from a talk he gave at the academy.

"Wha..? Oh, hello!" Doppler nods to her.

"I'm Artis O'Connor. I- um, you spoke at my school a few months ago?" she walks up to him.

"Oh yes! Was it the one about black holes?" he sticks out his hand, and Brielle shakes it, nodding her head.

"Yes! I really enjoyed it. Did you really escape a black hole?" she asks. They talk for a few minutes, about black holes, stars, ways to make space flight more efficient.

"So what are you doing here? Not that this planet isn't...no, it isn't that great," Doppler asks, as they get on a street car.

"I came hoping to work as a mechanic, but no luck. So now I needed to find a way to contact my grandmother."

"Ah, so you're going to be leaving? I enjoyed talking physics with you. My wife and kids...they are always bored of it. And they don't even ACT interested anymore."

"Ha, I would love to talk physics with you, doctor. But I've got no money and nowhere to stay."

"Hm...is your heart set on being a mechanic, or would you be fine working somewhere else?"

"Right now? As long as I have a bed and food I would gladly go into those mines this planet's known for."

"Well, as fate would have it, a friend of mine needs a waitress at her inn. Room included."

"Really? That would be great! I waitressed at my grandmother's cafe a few times," Brielle smiles, maybe this trip would turn out good.

"Of course, Sarah will love to have you. Oh, this is our stop then!" Doppler says, giving Brielle a nudge out the door. "See the building at the top of this hill? That's the Benbow. Brand new, and always full."

"I can't wait."

They walked into the inn, and like Doppler had said, it was full. Sarah Hawkins was running back and forth, happy to be working, but hoping for the slightest break.

"Sarah! When you have a minute!" Doppler shouts, hanging his cut on a rack beside the door.

"Delbert, I don't have time to listen to science blabber right now!" She yells back, not even glancing in his direction.

"Sorry about that, she is very busy since her son is at the naval academy," Doppler says to Brielle, who is watching Sarah's movements.

"Can you hold this?" Brielle drops her bag and coat into Doppler's arms. She steps quickly to the kitchen, washes her hands, pauses a moment to glance at the robot cooking, and throws on an apron. She grabs the tray of food, passing Sarah as they go through the door. "Artis O'Connor, seventeen, other questions ask Dr. Doppler," Brielle says quickly, and passes food out quickly. She had memorized the table numbers quickly, and each plate on the tray had the number next to it.

"Delbert, who is that?"

"I uh, found her this afternoon. She said she needed a job and room, so I brought her here. Did not expect her to jump in like that."

"You're in charge of hiring from now on," Sarah says, now watching Brielle run orders back and forth.

"So this will be your room, had I know you were coming I would've made the bed for you," Sarah says, letting Brielle into the room.

"It's no problem ma'am, thank you so much!" Brielle replies. She makes the bad, and falls asleep happily. Making a note to call her grandmother the next day.

I'm so sorry this took so long. Originally I was going to right the rest of the actual movie. But I couldn't get myself to do it. But you already know it by heart, right? Anyway, thanks for reading, comments always hoped for and welcome!