Sorry for the late update, again, guys. Thanks for your patience!

Trish: Yeah, all the thanks. To you. All. Of. It.

Yep!

Trish: Darthy doesn't own Treasure Planet. She owns me. That's all. Have fun.

Enjoy!

Another week had passed with the same issue ensuing: periodic events repeating themselves. Eventually, Jim convinced Silver to let him fly a longboat. Trish helped them prepare for sail, as she didn't want to ride with them. She always had a phobia of falling off of one of them.

So, she watched as the longboat dropped into the space, and giggled hysterically at Jim's hysterical speeding. Her dad's face was priceless!

On her way to the galley for her typical chores, she tripped over Onus, who scowled, his tiny posture showing anger.

"Trish, what be wrong wit ye lately, eh?" he squeaked. "Tis ain't ye, las." Despite his anger, he still tried to help Trish up.

"What do you mean, 'not like me?'" Trish asked incredulously. "I ain't been nothing but myself."

Onus shook his head, looking around the main deck before dragging her to the kitchen, making her sit on a barrel, before standing on the one next to her.

He spoke in a hushed tone, "Ye've gone soft, Trish. Everyone can see it. Yer fat'er, Scroop, me! Ye can't keep fakin' it. As yer friend, Trish, ye need ta stop bein' 'round t'at boy."

Trish groaned into her palms, feeling as though she were going through deja vu. "How many times do I have ta tell ya? I'm Fakin-"

"NO, TRISH," Onus squealed, pulling her hands down. "I've known ye since ye were a leetle one, 'n ye've never acted like dat. Yer mot'er's side would kick een some, aye, but ye've never been like t'is. Yer pa, too, me t'inks. He's been chuckleen ta 'imself, an' smilin' like t'e week ye were born. I was t'ere. But, Trish, I be scared fer ye, 'n yer ol' man."

"WHY D'YE CARE?" Trish jumped up from the barrel, now towering over Onus. "I ain't a li'l lass, Onie. Me ol' man says I be doin' fine. I ain't. goin'. soft, Onie. T'e sooner ye get it, t'e sooner t'is whole crew'll be!"

"Trish," Onus jumped from his barrel, barely up to the top of Trish's boot. "Yer father's relivin' 'is raisin' years. He t'inks Jim's 'is son, ye know."

"D'ye want that treasure, er not?"

Onus, sighed, patting Trish on the thigh, and looked up at her. "Be careful," he said.

Trish turned sharply, rising up on deck to see the majority of the crew staring at her. She glared at all of them, baring her yellowing teeth and marching to the other end of the main deck.

How dare he? Yeah, he's known her her whole life, but what gives him the right? She's a natural expert at flirting, and will only get better as she ages. It's in her genes, from her mother's side. Yeah, she'll stare at Jim longer than necessary, or think about him continuously, but it's only expected when she's trying to figure out his weakness. Those, pale, blue eyes weren't anything, or the way his lower jaw jut out when he thought, or the way his bangs would flay in his face when he leaned over the railing as they talked or argued.

Oh, no! No, nonononononono.

Trish pulled at her light, brown hair, eyes wide in panick. This WASN'T happening. Was it? Now she's second guessing herself! What was she going to do? She can't just say "Nope, I don't have any feelings-

"Miss Silver," called the Captain. Trish looked up at Captain Amelia, face contorted. Eyebrows furrowed, lip curled, scowl crooked, and knuckles locked, making her hands like claws. The Captain seemed to smirk slightly, hands behind her back, eyes wide, yet cool, and posture perfect. The exact opposite of Trish.

Trish sighed, and collected herself. "Yes, Captain?" she shifted her weight to one foot, taking on a more casual stance.

"In my office please," Amelia said in her clipped voice, before entering the office herself.

If anyone wouldn't have known Trish they wouldn't have known she had tensed. However, the ship was filled with everyone who did know her, so when the Captain's clipped, strong voice reverbrated across the deck, everyone looked to see the embarrassing encounter.

"Miss Silver," started Captain Amelia, when Trish entered. "Please, sit."

Trish eyed the Captain, placing herself in the wooden, less lavish seat from the Captain's across from the large, polished desk.

The Captain scanned Trish, her ears raising and lowering, hands folded on the desk over some piles. Suddenly, Trish realized that compared to the Captain, she looked absolutely worthless, and unattractive.

Wait, since when did she care? Maybe Jim would walk in and see her in comparison. Him and Silver'd be back by then. NO! Stop! What was she thinking?

The Captain's face morphed into brief confusion, at seeing Trish visibly tense more. Her jaw clenched, and Amelia was surprised to hear grinding. Pretty much every muscle flexed and her gloves made rubbery sounds as her hands balled into fists.

Finally, the Captain continued. "It has come to my awareness that you've been engaged in multiple altercations with your fellow crew members. Care to disclose your rather...abruptly agressive stature?"

Trish's bushy eyebrows raised, feeling fairly embarrassed at her lack of fancy vocabulary.

The Captain seemed to understand, however, as she restated, "You have worried me. What's wrong?"

Trish's face took on a pink tinge, as she mumbled the first thing that came to mind.

"Excuse me?" the Captain's cat-like ears perked.

"You're excused," Trish sniggered, before seeing the Cat-Captain's unimpressed look, and cleared her throat. "My father's been paying more attention to Jimmy, so I've been a little...jealous," she repeated.

Satisfied with the clear answer, the Captain nodded, signaling Trish's leave. Trish stood, stiffly, and turned to leave. She opened the door, almost colliding with Doc Dop. She grunted in slight annoyance and pushed past him, ignoring his baffled composure.

What was she going to do?

Badada! Whatcha think? Worth it? Not really? Sorta? Kinda? No? Okay...

This was made without the script. It was written when I couldn't use my laptop, and before I could follow through with getting the script from a great person and great writer, Xaolin Showdown Fan12345. Special thanks to you!

Next chapter will follow the actual plot line, now that I have the script!