Part Two
The Next Day...
Jim and Doppler sat aboard a space ferry, heading to Krawk Island, the giant spaceport. Jim hurried down the gangplank eager to reach the spaceship they were supposed to get on and in hopes of losing Doppler.
At the bottom, he paused and saw aliens in every shape and color, speaking hundreds of different languages. Even the air smelled different then dreary old Montressor. Jim felt shouting with joy.
"Jim!" Doppler's voice cut into his thoughts. Doppler waddled down the gangplank, dressed in an outdated space suit, clanking with every step. He could barely walk he was so loaded down. "Jim!" he shouted again. "Jim, wait up!"
Jim shook his head as he shook his head, trying to conceal a huge laugh. Doppler finally caught up to him.
"Look, let's find the ship we're supposed to get on," Jim said. He hurried over to two alien longshoremen to ask where the ship was.
"Second dock on your right," one alien told him, grinning toothingly.
"Thanks," Jim muttered, looking over to his right.
"I should have never listened to that pushy two-headed mutant uni. One head said it fit, and the other said it was my color. I get so flustered and-oh!" Doppler's jaw dropped.
Before them was a huge three-tiered solar galleon (think clipper ship with a rocket pack) gleaming in the sun. The grandest ship they have ever seen stood before them, the RLS Legacy, the ship hired by Doppler, which was already bustling with activity.
Together they ran up the gangplank, seeing a square-jawed, rock-skinned, skieth dressed in an officer's uniform; Mr. Arrow. The tough-looking crew raced fore and aft, readying the ship for launch. Mr. Arrow was already giving out commands. "Stow those casks forward! Heave together now!"
"Good morning, Captain!" Doppler called to him. "Everything shipshape?"
"Shipshape it is, sir," Arrow replied. "But I'm not the captain of this ship. The captain's aloft." He pointed at a slim, aisha creature also in an officer's uniform (except her's was blue). She swung down the ropes and landed gracefully on the deck before them.
"Mr. Arrow, I've checked this wretched ship from stem to stern, and it's spot on as usual. Can you get nothing wrong?" she asked the skeith.
"You flatter me, Captain," Arrow replied.
"Dr. Doppler I presume," the captain said, turning to Jim and Doppler.
"Why, yes... I...," Doppler stammered in surprise. He hadn't realized a female would be running the ship, let alone a feline female.
The captain smiled and shook his hand.
"I'm Captain Amelia," she said. "You've met my officer, Mr. Arrow," she said as she gestured to the stony skeith next to her. "Sterling, tough, dependable, honest, brave, and true."
"Please Captain," Arrow said modestly.
"Oh shut-up Henry," Captain Amelia hissed. "You know I didn't mean a word of it."
"May I introduce you to Jim Hawkins," Doppler was saying to Amelia. "Jim, you see, is the boy that found the treasure m-" Amelia clapped a paw over his mouth before he could finish.
"Doctor, please!" she muttered. "I'd like to have a word with you in my stateroom," she said in a low voice, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one was listening.
Doppler, Arrow, and Jim followed the captain to her quarters. She shut the door behind them, looking at Doppler sternly. "Doctor, to mewl and blabbler about a treasure map in front of this particular crew demonstrates a level of ineptitude that borders on the imbecilic," she said crisply, then added, "And I mean that in a very caring way."
"Well I..." Doppler stuttered.
"May I see the map please?" Amelia questioned. Jim slowly took the golden sphere out of his pocket and threw it at Amelia. She caught it upon impulse.
"Fascinating," she murmured looking at the map closely, then resuming her captain like manner. "Gentlemen this will be kept under lock and key when not in use is that understood?"
A general mutter of OK was the only response from both Doppler and Jim.
"And further more, no more mentioning this map to any of the crew. Simply put to you doctor, shut your harling screamer."
Doppler glared a most venomous look at Amelia.
Amelia pulled arrow aside talking in a rather hushes voice. Doppler looked truly annoyed.
"That will be all gentlemen," Amelia said in a firm tone dismissing them from the stateroom. "Oh and one more thing. Mister Arrow, please escort Mister Hawkins to the galley for safe keeping."
Jim's jaw dropped. Cooking was NOT one of his strong suits. "But…" he began to protest.
"NO questions asked," Amelia replied, not feeling like taking any guff from the crew.
Jim sighed, knowing not to test his limits and was pushed out of the stateroom with Doppler by Arrow.
"I can't believe the nerve of that... that... feline!" Doppler began as arrow directed them toward the galley.
"I'll take no talk of our Captain like that. There's no finer leader in the galaxy," Arrow scolded.
"That, my good fellow, is a matter of opinion," Doppler replied gloomily.
Arrow did the best to bite his tongue as the trio entered a small-enclosed space with a group of picnic tables, and a center area full of pots and pans of all shapes and sizes.
"Mister Silver!" Arrow bellowed as the lonesome grarrl turned around. He had a mechanical arm and leg and a glinting gold eye.
"Cyborg," Jim thought to himself remembering the old turdle's words back at the benbow.
"Mister Arrow, what have I done to welcome you in my humble galley?" he questioned in a strong British accent.
"May I introduce Doctor Doppler the financer of our mission," Arrow said ignoring the apparent kiss up to the first mate idea.
"'Ello Doc." Silver said taking a break from his apparent cooking duties and using his laser eye to scan Dobert's space suit. "Love the outfit."
"Oh yes..." Dobert replied, not used to the laser eye concept. "This youg man is Jim Hawkins."
Silver offered a mechanical arm towards Jim. Jim only exchanged a look.
"Aye. Don't let this hunk of hardware scare ya now," Silver said using a knife setting in his arm to cut, slice, dice and flare up a pot full of stew. "Go on. Have a piece of me stew. It's an old family recipe." He grinned laddeling the stew into two wooden bowls and forcing one into Dobert's hand, the other to Jim.
Dobert used his lupe nose to smell, and lightly taste it. "Hm... delightfully tangy yet robust." He said as an eyeball popped out and surfaced to the top of the stew.
"And THAT'S part of the old family!" Silver laughed.
Dobert's face became a face that screamed, "GROSS!"
"Aye! Just kidding with ya doc!" Silver chuckled popping the eyeball into his mouth.
"Go on Jimbo, have a swig," Silver looked over Jim's shoulder
after he handed some stew.
Jim eyed it suspiciously, looking at the spoon. Suddenly, the
spoon grew two eyes, and ate the stew, transforming into a
Red Babaa. It smiled at him.
"Morph! You jello-headed blob o' mischief! So that's were
you's was hiding," scolded Silver.
Morph transformed into a straw, slurping up the rest of the
stew.
"What is that thing?" Jim asked, looking at Morph as it
perched on his finger. It suddenly transformed into a
miniature replica of him, mirroring the Shoyru's stunned
expression.
"He's a... Morph! I rescued the little shape-shifter on the planet of the sheep.
He took a liking to me. We've been together ever
since," Silver explained cheerfully. Jim and Doppler watched,
amazed, as Morph floated back to Silver, who rubbed his
belly and the shape-shifter wriggled like a happy puppyblew.
"Can I have a barf bag now?" Jim muttered to himself.
"Doctor. Do you care to watch the launch from the bridge?" Arrow questioned.
"Ok then," the doctor agreed heading out of the galley with Jim right behind him.
"You stay here Mr. Hawkins," Arrow said sternly.
"But... but..." Both Silver and Jim protested.
"Captain's Orders," Arrow replied with a tone of anger in his voice as he too left the galley.
"Go on Jimbo, watch the launch," Silver nodded practically shooing Jim out of the galley.
Jim rushed out of the galley glad to be free as all sorts of Neopets scurried about him.
"ALL HANDS TO STATIONS!" Arrow could be heard yelling from the bridge. "UNLEASH SOLAR SAILS!"
Jim looked up as glistening sails more beautiful then those of his beloved solar surfer unfolded. A toughened lenny bumped into him, and Jim quickly moved out of the way. As the ship rose, everything began to float upwards.
"ENGAGE ARITIFCAL GRAVITY!" Amelia commanded as she and Arrow landed gentle back on the ground. Doctor Doppler landed with a thoroughly loud clank because of his space suit.
"Take us out of here if you please Mister Arrow!" Amelia commanded. "Prepare yourself doctor." She said in Dobert's position.
Dobert said something in a high-pitched voice that seemed to be a mockery of what Amelia had said. Suddenly and without notice the ship took off, and poor Dobert went flying into the nearest wall.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Amelia laughed lightly.
And this the RLS Legacy blasted off, in search of Treasure Planet.
To Be Continued....
The Next Day...
Jim and Doppler sat aboard a space ferry, heading to Krawk Island, the giant spaceport. Jim hurried down the gangplank eager to reach the spaceship they were supposed to get on and in hopes of losing Doppler.
At the bottom, he paused and saw aliens in every shape and color, speaking hundreds of different languages. Even the air smelled different then dreary old Montressor. Jim felt shouting with joy.
"Jim!" Doppler's voice cut into his thoughts. Doppler waddled down the gangplank, dressed in an outdated space suit, clanking with every step. He could barely walk he was so loaded down. "Jim!" he shouted again. "Jim, wait up!"
Jim shook his head as he shook his head, trying to conceal a huge laugh. Doppler finally caught up to him.
"Look, let's find the ship we're supposed to get on," Jim said. He hurried over to two alien longshoremen to ask where the ship was.
"Second dock on your right," one alien told him, grinning toothingly.
"Thanks," Jim muttered, looking over to his right.
"I should have never listened to that pushy two-headed mutant uni. One head said it fit, and the other said it was my color. I get so flustered and-oh!" Doppler's jaw dropped.
Before them was a huge three-tiered solar galleon (think clipper ship with a rocket pack) gleaming in the sun. The grandest ship they have ever seen stood before them, the RLS Legacy, the ship hired by Doppler, which was already bustling with activity.
Together they ran up the gangplank, seeing a square-jawed, rock-skinned, skieth dressed in an officer's uniform; Mr. Arrow. The tough-looking crew raced fore and aft, readying the ship for launch. Mr. Arrow was already giving out commands. "Stow those casks forward! Heave together now!"
"Good morning, Captain!" Doppler called to him. "Everything shipshape?"
"Shipshape it is, sir," Arrow replied. "But I'm not the captain of this ship. The captain's aloft." He pointed at a slim, aisha creature also in an officer's uniform (except her's was blue). She swung down the ropes and landed gracefully on the deck before them.
"Mr. Arrow, I've checked this wretched ship from stem to stern, and it's spot on as usual. Can you get nothing wrong?" she asked the skeith.
"You flatter me, Captain," Arrow replied.
"Dr. Doppler I presume," the captain said, turning to Jim and Doppler.
"Why, yes... I...," Doppler stammered in surprise. He hadn't realized a female would be running the ship, let alone a feline female.
The captain smiled and shook his hand.
"I'm Captain Amelia," she said. "You've met my officer, Mr. Arrow," she said as she gestured to the stony skeith next to her. "Sterling, tough, dependable, honest, brave, and true."
"Please Captain," Arrow said modestly.
"Oh shut-up Henry," Captain Amelia hissed. "You know I didn't mean a word of it."
"May I introduce you to Jim Hawkins," Doppler was saying to Amelia. "Jim, you see, is the boy that found the treasure m-" Amelia clapped a paw over his mouth before he could finish.
"Doctor, please!" she muttered. "I'd like to have a word with you in my stateroom," she said in a low voice, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one was listening.
Doppler, Arrow, and Jim followed the captain to her quarters. She shut the door behind them, looking at Doppler sternly. "Doctor, to mewl and blabbler about a treasure map in front of this particular crew demonstrates a level of ineptitude that borders on the imbecilic," she said crisply, then added, "And I mean that in a very caring way."
"Well I..." Doppler stuttered.
"May I see the map please?" Amelia questioned. Jim slowly took the golden sphere out of his pocket and threw it at Amelia. She caught it upon impulse.
"Fascinating," she murmured looking at the map closely, then resuming her captain like manner. "Gentlemen this will be kept under lock and key when not in use is that understood?"
A general mutter of OK was the only response from both Doppler and Jim.
"And further more, no more mentioning this map to any of the crew. Simply put to you doctor, shut your harling screamer."
Doppler glared a most venomous look at Amelia.
Amelia pulled arrow aside talking in a rather hushes voice. Doppler looked truly annoyed.
"That will be all gentlemen," Amelia said in a firm tone dismissing them from the stateroom. "Oh and one more thing. Mister Arrow, please escort Mister Hawkins to the galley for safe keeping."
Jim's jaw dropped. Cooking was NOT one of his strong suits. "But…" he began to protest.
"NO questions asked," Amelia replied, not feeling like taking any guff from the crew.
Jim sighed, knowing not to test his limits and was pushed out of the stateroom with Doppler by Arrow.
"I can't believe the nerve of that... that... feline!" Doppler began as arrow directed them toward the galley.
"I'll take no talk of our Captain like that. There's no finer leader in the galaxy," Arrow scolded.
"That, my good fellow, is a matter of opinion," Doppler replied gloomily.
Arrow did the best to bite his tongue as the trio entered a small-enclosed space with a group of picnic tables, and a center area full of pots and pans of all shapes and sizes.
"Mister Silver!" Arrow bellowed as the lonesome grarrl turned around. He had a mechanical arm and leg and a glinting gold eye.
"Cyborg," Jim thought to himself remembering the old turdle's words back at the benbow.
"Mister Arrow, what have I done to welcome you in my humble galley?" he questioned in a strong British accent.
"May I introduce Doctor Doppler the financer of our mission," Arrow said ignoring the apparent kiss up to the first mate idea.
"'Ello Doc." Silver said taking a break from his apparent cooking duties and using his laser eye to scan Dobert's space suit. "Love the outfit."
"Oh yes..." Dobert replied, not used to the laser eye concept. "This youg man is Jim Hawkins."
Silver offered a mechanical arm towards Jim. Jim only exchanged a look.
"Aye. Don't let this hunk of hardware scare ya now," Silver said using a knife setting in his arm to cut, slice, dice and flare up a pot full of stew. "Go on. Have a piece of me stew. It's an old family recipe." He grinned laddeling the stew into two wooden bowls and forcing one into Dobert's hand, the other to Jim.
Dobert used his lupe nose to smell, and lightly taste it. "Hm... delightfully tangy yet robust." He said as an eyeball popped out and surfaced to the top of the stew.
"And THAT'S part of the old family!" Silver laughed.
Dobert's face became a face that screamed, "GROSS!"
"Aye! Just kidding with ya doc!" Silver chuckled popping the eyeball into his mouth.
"Go on Jimbo, have a swig," Silver looked over Jim's shoulder
after he handed some stew.
Jim eyed it suspiciously, looking at the spoon. Suddenly, the
spoon grew two eyes, and ate the stew, transforming into a
Red Babaa. It smiled at him.
"Morph! You jello-headed blob o' mischief! So that's were
you's was hiding," scolded Silver.
Morph transformed into a straw, slurping up the rest of the
stew.
"What is that thing?" Jim asked, looking at Morph as it
perched on his finger. It suddenly transformed into a
miniature replica of him, mirroring the Shoyru's stunned
expression.
"He's a... Morph! I rescued the little shape-shifter on the planet of the sheep.
He took a liking to me. We've been together ever
since," Silver explained cheerfully. Jim and Doppler watched,
amazed, as Morph floated back to Silver, who rubbed his
belly and the shape-shifter wriggled like a happy puppyblew.
"Can I have a barf bag now?" Jim muttered to himself.
"Doctor. Do you care to watch the launch from the bridge?" Arrow questioned.
"Ok then," the doctor agreed heading out of the galley with Jim right behind him.
"You stay here Mr. Hawkins," Arrow said sternly.
"But... but..." Both Silver and Jim protested.
"Captain's Orders," Arrow replied with a tone of anger in his voice as he too left the galley.
"Go on Jimbo, watch the launch," Silver nodded practically shooing Jim out of the galley.
Jim rushed out of the galley glad to be free as all sorts of Neopets scurried about him.
"ALL HANDS TO STATIONS!" Arrow could be heard yelling from the bridge. "UNLEASH SOLAR SAILS!"
Jim looked up as glistening sails more beautiful then those of his beloved solar surfer unfolded. A toughened lenny bumped into him, and Jim quickly moved out of the way. As the ship rose, everything began to float upwards.
"ENGAGE ARITIFCAL GRAVITY!" Amelia commanded as she and Arrow landed gentle back on the ground. Doctor Doppler landed with a thoroughly loud clank because of his space suit.
"Take us out of here if you please Mister Arrow!" Amelia commanded. "Prepare yourself doctor." She said in Dobert's position.
Dobert said something in a high-pitched voice that seemed to be a mockery of what Amelia had said. Suddenly and without notice the ship took off, and poor Dobert went flying into the nearest wall.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Amelia laughed lightly.
And this the RLS Legacy blasted off, in search of Treasure Planet.
To Be Continued....