Pirates of Infinite Space

a Treasure Planet fan fiction

by Lord Akiyama

Disclaimer: With the exception of Clarice, Black Sam Roberts and Peter Reynolds, all characters are more than likely the property of Disney. The character of Clarice is the property of Long Meg Silver and is used with permission (Thanks Meg - XD)

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Chapter 3 - Remembrance

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"Oh, will you look at that. That's the most intriguing little cosmic dust I have ever seen. Why, it looks as though its not from this part of the galaxy." Professor Reynolds was much worse than poor Delbert, to Amelia's displeasure. Reynolds was the kind of eccentric man who fused over anything remotely interesting to him. And that was everything.

Amelia watched the professor about a few more minutes before retiring to her stateroom. After days sailing through the stars, this was the first time Amelia got bored so quickly. Normally Mr. Arrow would be around to offer something to chat about, but he wasn't around. His presence was greatly missed by the captain. And not just Amelia, but Clarice as well.

"I tell you, captain," Clarice said as she walked in, bothering not to knock, "this is the worst bunch of suck ups I have ever met. If ol Silver was here, he'd be roughing them up faster than a supernova. And that would at least release us from the immense boredom we're feeling, ain't that right."

"You can say that again, young lady," Amelia sighed. "For the past two days, professor brainless outside has been keeping me busy with the latest of his interesting finds. I honestly don't know how he could have ever gotten his hands on that map to Maladar."

"Nothing like yer husband, eh captain?"

"Back on the Legacy, Delbert at least had some charm about him. You just couldn't help but smile whenever he did something that would automatically label him klutz." Amelia chuckled at the thought.

"Guess I should go back to making dinner then, eh captain?"

"What's on the menu tonight?"

"Congo Bongo Banana Stew with some Telemonva Carrots."

"Oh joy," Amelia groaned. "An old favorite of Mr. Silver's. Tell me Clarice, did you ever make anything that wasn't made up by Mr. Silver?"

"Other than the Carelion Beef Sandwiches and Qualicup Pies Mrs. Hawkins taught me, nothin' else. Besides, I can't make either one of the dishes Mrs. Hawkins taught me. We don't have any cinnamon." Clarice then made a salute gesture before exiting the stateroom. Amelia plopped herself on her bed and groaned.

"No cinnamon. Absolutely peachy." Amelia lay silent for a while before something popped into her head. A memory from the Legacy when her loving husband, then just the simple-minded good Doctor Doppler, tried Silver's Congo Bongo Banana Stew for the first time. The memory allowed her to chuckle, which she hadn't done since she left Montressor Spaceport.

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Three Years Earlier...

"Bon appetite, doc!" Silver dumped what looked like chucky liquid into the good doctor's bowl. "I call t'is me famous Congo Bongo Banana Stew. I even added a lil Telemonva Carrots fer extra flava." Silver chuckled as he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the good doctor to stare at his dinner.

Doppler slowly made his way out of the galley and onto the deck where he found the captain and Mr. Arrow dining together. "I assume the galley is too much for you to handle, doctor," Amelia called. "You're welcome to join us."

"Why thank you, captain," Doppler said, joining the two near the ship's railings. "I honestly don't know whether to trust that cook to make my food any more, ma'am. I used to just ask for what I wish to have, not be given something I may not like."

"Welcome to the life of a spacer, doctor," Amelia chuckled. "You'll have plenty of time to learn about our lifestyle soon enough. And speaking of Mr. Silver's cooking, I suggest you have at least a cup of water with you at all times." She hands the doctor a cup of water, much to Doppler's relief.

"Well then, I guess nothing's better than the present to try out new things." Like any other doggy, Doppler started licking up droplets of the stew to determine the test. After a while, he began to eat the stew merrily. "Why, this is a find treat. And to think, I was worried about tasting something horrible."

"Fare warning, doctor," Amelia said. "I think it would be wise to drink some water at this point."

"And lose the taste that is sending joyous sensations from my mouth to my brain, I most certainly will not." Doppler then proceeded to guzzle down the entire bowl in one slurping. Amelia and Arrow chuckled as they watched this.

"Five... four... three..." As Amelia was quietly counting down, she was not looking at the doctor directly. Otherwise she would have seen the stern look on his face.

"What's with this count down, captain?" he asked. "I honestly don't think there's anything wrong with this wonderful..." Doppler froze still, not even breathing.

"Right on time," Amelia chuckled silently. Doppler's eyes began to grow bigger and tears forming underneath the bottom eyelid. He quickly covered his mouth as his cheeks rose into perfect spheres. He then threw his upper half over the railing and started to vomit.

"Man overboard, captain!" Mr. Arrow teased. He and the captain chuckled some more as they heard the good doctor lose weight in a mere instant. "I suggest you take the captain's advice now and drink yourself some water, sir," Arrow said, handing the doctor a cup of water.

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Amelia opened her eyes, realizing that she had fallen asleep. The chuckled a little more at the revisiting memory of Delbert before they were married. She looked about and noticed that it was night. Not late at night, but merely the beginning stages. Might as well have some of that Congo Bongo Banana Stew. She stood up, outstretched her arms, purred, and exited the stateroom.

"Professor Reynolds is truly a total wacko, ma'am," Clarice said the minute Amelia was on the deck. "All he took was two sips. Then he emptied his stomach over the railing before passing out right here on the deck."

Amelia sighed. This man was truly not her husband. Not a single trait of charm in such an instant. "Well then, someone fetch a bucket of water and give this man a bath. Ms. Clarice, my dinner if you will." This was going to be a very long adventure indeed.

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to be continued...

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