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 9 - Revelation
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The Benbow Inn on The Planet Montressor
"Are you sure it's wise to leave Morph and B.E.N. alone with the kids?" Sarah asked with a questionable look on her face. Inside, she wasn't showing the good doctor the biggest smirk she could possibly give.
"Sarah, please," Doppler responded with a smile on his face. "I know full well that my children will be alright."
"It's not your kids I'm talking about, Delbert. It's the well being of the babysitters. You know how much of a hassle those kids are. You're their father."
Delbert thought about it for a moment before hanging his head in shame. Poor fellows. They'll be having migraines for a month. Doppler shrugged and sat himself down on his favorite chair, next to the window view of outside The Benbow Inn.
"I never thought fatherhood would be this challenging, Sarah," he said. "I asked you once how you were able to manage raising such a felon... er, fellow like Jim."
"And I told you that it was more like managing him. And I only had one child to deal with. You have four. A little boy of your own and three girls whom, I'm sure, will terrorize their brother with every opportunity they get." Sarah sat herself on the chair opposite the good doctor and slumped back, sighing at the relief that the day's work was over. "I still can't believe it has been three years."
"Three years can do a lot to a person. From what you've told me, Jim hasn't changed that much though he is doing much better at getting himself out of trouble."
Sarah giggled. "I guess the real difference is that as much as I don't want to admit it, I'm glad that creature ran into my son. I always thought that the old man was trouble when he died and this place became a pile of ash. But now that I think about it, him giving Jim that map to Treasure Planet... it was the best thing to have ever happened to us."
Doppler could only nod in agreement. The old creature brought unusual luck for everyone was there. Jim was now at the Interstellar Academy, doing remarkably well. Sarah had The Benbow rebuilt and was provided with incredible help from those who returned from the incredible adventure. He himself become a husband and father. All because that old creature and that chest. Chest?
"That reminds me, Sarah. I didn't mention it before, but there was more to that chest the old salamander had than the map." He quickly reached into the brief case he had leaning against the leg of his chair. He pulled out a book that was clearly old. Everything from the cover and spine to the individual pages were ripping apart and the ink was barely readable with the age killing whatever words were about.
"I spent sometime trying to piece this journal together. This creature, Billy Bones, had been through quite some adventures. The most troubling is that this salamander survived for over a century without having to keel over one minute and lose his life the next."
"Exactly how old was he before he died in this place?"
"Well over a hundred, that I am sure. He wasn't accurate of his age."
"Then how do you know he was well over a hundred?"
"That's because he was apart of Flint's crew." There was dead silence after that was said. "He clearly was. It took me sometime to piece everything together, but there's much more. It has to do with Maladar."
"You mean he actually looted that planet?"
"It's not that. He owned Maladar."
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Over One Hundred Years Earlier...
The Planet Maladar
Nathaniel Flint watched as his crew began digging into the earth. The routine was usual. Plunder the universe of its riches and bury it. Before, the riches would be well spent. That was until he became the most feared and most wanted pirate to sail the stars. He would bury his riches until his name faded as though they were nothing more than rumors. Only then would he unearth what he had stolen and live a life of luxury.
"Beggin' yer pardon, sir," a crewman cried from the pit below. Flint glared down upon the pit. Every single one of his crew began to shake in horror. One of them was going to question the captain about something and the result would not be pretty. "No offense, sir, but I believe there is nuttin left to bury yer treasure in. Ah... I mean, if we dig furt'er we'll be diggin' in ta tha riches we buried before."
"Then dig elsewhere." Flint's voice was a little deep, but very commanding. He truly fitted the role of a leader. Any word he spoke sent shivers the down the spines of any man no matter how tough. He was the most dangerous outlaw in the universe. His normal speaking voice tended to be a sign that he was going to kill someone.
The crew began to fall to their knees. "But... but, we've dug everywhere, sir. We dug ta tha north and then ta tha south. We dug east and west, and now we dug up tha center. There's nuttin left ta dig on t'is planet."
Flint closed his eyes, all six of them, and sighed. He then rubbed the bottom pair of eyes as he mumbled to himself, cursing the situation he found himself in. He had to admit it, the crew was right. He had used up every single portion of this earth as possible hiding spots. He even dug under the ocean. There was clearly nothing left to bury his treasure on this planet. He took a deep breath before quickly throwing a knife into the forehead of the questioning crewman.
The rest of the crew in the pit tried to hide and move away from the corpse. Anything their captain did caused great fear. Only when they were plundering another ship were they not afraid of their captain. In situations like this, there was no telling when the captain would kill them.
"Get out," he said. The crew, shaking in fear, looked up their captain. They were not sure of exactly what he said. "MOVE!!!" In his normal voice, you could never tell when he was going to kill. When he was yelling, you better do what he said in the next ten seconds if you wanted to stay alive. The crew got out of the pit as quickly as possible in fear of having the pit become their personal grave.
"What now, captain?" a crewman asked. Flint could care less what the name of this crewman was. The only thing he was not allowed to forget was the fact that his man was his first mate. He hated having someone to question him directly of his actions. That was the job of the first mate. To do what no other crewman could do without getting killed.
"How long until the mechanism is complete?"
"Another two months and it will be ready."
"We have two months to get ourselves ready. Gather only what you can from this place. You know what to do afterwards. We will then continue as scheduled, only we will not stop plundering until the mechanism is ready."
"What? We don't have enough fuel to keep us afloat fer two months."
"Then we'll steal those in addition to the riches."
"Forgive me, Captain, but I think it is impossible ta do what ye are suggestin'."
Seconds later, a flash was seen. The crew looked up upon the captain and his first mate. Moments later, a palm tree behind the first mate fell, cut down as if by an invisible force. Flint turned to his crew, his eyes looking at those they were filled with anger. Moments later, the head of the first mate fell the ground before his lifeless corpse followed suit.
"This man," he spoke, pointing at the head with his cutlass sword, "just broke a simple rule of mine. Never say that my orders are impossible to do. You will do as I say or I will end your life right here, right now. I have no problem plundering the universe of its riches alone. You are all my crew only because you wanted a share, albeit a small portion, of whatever riches we successfully take. If you don't wish to follow my command, leave now with nothing but your very life. Disobey my command, you will have nothing. Not even your own life. When this is all over, you will have whatever share I give you of my treasure. Is that understood?"
Scared to even move, every member of the crew standing before him nodded. "I understand that you all wish to continue taking part in my plunders. So be it. As long as you understand that you will do everything I demand you to do. As much as I don't want one, I need a new first mate." He looked about the crew for sometime before pointing the tip of his sword at his selection. "You have been given that responsibility. Tell the crew to pack everything up. When they are finished, report to me for further information. We will not be returning to this planet, and I'll make sure no one takes what ever we rightfully stole." And with that, Flint walked away.
The newly appointed first mate swallowed hard before doing as he was told. "Ye heard tha captain! Start packin' cause we're not comin' back! MOVE!!!" The crew began to run about, leaving the first mate standing alone. He turned to see what was left of the previous first mate. Shaking his head, Billy Bones walked away to perform his new duties.
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to be continued...
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