I'll warn that this chapter may surprise some of you. Well, enjoy!
I woke up the next morning by the sound of a hard thud on the floor. I pulled my groggy head up and looked over the cloth coving my view. Jim was pushed out of bed again. I thought it was too early, so I just tried to get back to sleep.
"Morph, knock it off. It's too early for this," I heard Jim say.
'Oh, that blob of mischief,' I thought.
"Ow!" After hearing that, I snapped my eyes open. "Hey, Morph!" I heard a sound like someone doing that thing with their tongue to make fun of. "Hey, come back here!" Then I saw Morph flying above me with one of Jim's shoes.
"Oh my gosh, now what's going on?" I asked, pulling myself up.
"Morph's got my shoe. Could you help me?" Jim asked, still trying to catch either Morph or his shoe.
"Oh, you can never get out of trouble, can you?" I got out of my hammock and put on my shoes as Jim and Morph went on-deck. As I got out to meet them, Jim was using his shoe to hit... something. "Okay, what did I miss?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"A wake up call," Jim answered, "that's what you missed." He got up and wiped his face. Morph must have gotten him wet. "Help me sneak on Morph," then he headed for the galley.
We both went in, Jim stumbling while putting his shoe on while going down the stairs. We looked under some of the tables until the barrel caught our suspicions. As we looked inside, I noticed one of the purps grew eyes.
"Ha! Busted!" we exclaimed and we both lunged after him. We landed inside, with some extra room to spare. Jim caught hold of Morph and then tickled him. I couldn't help but smile, seeing Jim the way he was when he was six, always smiling.
"Look, what we're saying is we're sick of all this waiting." We heard voices coming from outside the barrel. It must've been the crew members.
"There's only four of them left," another added.
"We are wanting to move!" one more said. Jim and I peaked out of a small hole in the barrel.
"We don't move 'till we got the treasure in hand!" I seen Silver's mechanical arm through the hole. Silver was a leader? He seemed too kind hearted for that. I put my hand over my mouth, not so much for keeping silent, but hoping that what I seen wasn't true.
"I say we kill 'em all now," Scroop came in.
"I'll say what's to say!" Silver got Scroop by the neck. "Disobey my orders again, like that stunt you pulled with Mr. Arrow and, so help me you'll be joining 'im!" He then threw Scroop at the barrel, causing us to shake and to nearly loose Morph, but I caught him.
"Strong talk, but I know other wise." Scroop reached his claw in the barrel. I pulled back as far as I could and pulled my hand over my face, covering my scar. I didn't want him to do anything again to me, and Jim made sure of that. He pulled a purp up and held it just so the claw could get it and nothing else. Scroop took the bait.
"You got something to say, Mr. Scroop?" Sil asked.
"It's those kids. Me thinks you have a soft spot for 'em."
"Now mark me, the lot of ya! I care about one thing and one thing only, Flint's trove! You think I'd risk it all for the sake of a couple of nose-whipping little whelps?" Again, my hopes were in vain. I could feel anger raising inside of me. He might as well have been the one to take my parents.
"What was it now? Oh, you got the makings of greatness in ya," Scroop said, mockingly. "And that boy, I seen him before. He was there when we raided Shanghai." They were the ones who destroyed my home? "And I'm sure he's the son of those couple that kept asking for their son before they died."
My anger turned to hatred quick. I was ready to take my chances and she how many I could kill with my bare hands, but Jim already had me by the shoulders, pushing me down. Now I knew who killed my parents.
"Shut your yap! I cozied up to those kids to keep 'em off our scent. But I ain't gone soft."
"Land ho!" I knew that was the lookout calling.
As we heard everyone leave the galley, Jim and I got out of the barrel. I didn't dare look at Jim. I knew my anger would show and he would be too stunned if something were to happen. "Greg?" I ignored Jim and thought ahead.
"We need to tell Captain Amelia," I said, holding back as much anger as I could. We started up, but was cut off by Silver, coming back down.
"Jimbo, Gregy?" the cyborg looked surprised. "Playing games, are we?" He came down, forcing us back. Jim and I were backed up against two separate tables, mine a little closer to Silver.
"Yeah. Yeah, we're playing games," Jim replied. I felt a steak knife behind me and grabbed it back handed. Perfect for me for I always held short objects backhanded.
"Oh, I see. Well, I was never much good at games. I always hated to loose." As he said that, I heard a click behind him. He must've had something.
"Well, I DON'T PLAY FAIR!" I yelled and took the knife and sliced it half way through Silver's pump in his leg, giving us a chance to break through. We ran up and made our way to the captains quarters. I cut the corners, making myself run ahead of Jim. As we went in the room, I looked back seeing that Silver knew where we was, before I closed the door.
There, surprised? And I'm not even done yet. What do you think?