Part Three
As the RLS Legacy left the atmosphere of Neopia, the world of space slowly became more and more surreal for Jim, who was now standing on the riggings, jumping on and off just for fun.
"Incredible," Doppler could be heard muttering to himself as the ship glided gently. Dobert had not come on this mission for fortune, just in hopes of a good adventure.
Suddenly a loud clanking could be heard coming out of the galley. Amelia turned her attention to Silver, who was standing right in front of the bridge. She glared down. Everyone knew she wasn't too happy with the crew that Dobert had hired.
"Captain, how nice to see ye. Lovely weather we're having isn't it?" Silver said charmingly as possible as Morph scampered off elsewhere.
"You'll have to be a little more up straight if you're trying to kiss up to me," Amelia retorted. "And isn't that your cabin boy playing in the riggings?" she questioned nodding over to Jim's direction.
"Yer point being?" Silver replied in a casual manner.
"I'm positive I instructed you to keep him busy," Amelia hissed.
Silver made a face that looked as if it was hiding a rather evil thought. "Your wish is my command, Captain." He grumbled as he clanked off towards Jim's direction.
"Aye. C'mere Jim," Silver sighed as he finally lurched his way over towards the riggings where Jim was.
"What?" Jim questioned raising an eyebrow as he landed off the riggings on the deck.
"I got a few friends for ye to met," Silver grinned.
"Oh really?"
"Aye. Meet Mr. Mop and Mrs. Bucket!" Silver laughed lightly as he forced a bucket full of water and a mop into Jim's hands.
"And I want this deck spotless in an hour!" Silver instructed as he turned. " And Morph..." he said. Morph hopped over meeping. "Keep an eye on this pup."
Morph nodded and began to sit in front of Jim's feet meeping.
"Oh, I'll give you your Misses Bucket and Mister Broom," Jim muttered kicking the bucket over.
However, in the galley, something a little more important was going on with almost all of the crew and Silver.
The crew stared at Silver silently as he began to speak. "So we're all here, then." The pets continued to stare silently.
"Now then," Silver began, "gentlemen, if you'll pardon my plain speaking, are ya all totally blinkin', stark ravin', DEF?" Silver's voice boomed with anger as he shouted.
"The boy wassss sniffinggg about the shippp," Scroop, a huge spyder protested.
"Ya bug-brained twit! Just stick to the plan!" Silver growled as his eyes gleamed evilly. "I'll run the boy so ragged, he won't have time to think about anything!"
-Later-
When Silver went back up the deck of the ship, he found Morph and Jim finishing up the mopping. Morph transformed back to regular shape when he saw Silver, burping up soap bubbles.
"You've been up here for an hour and the ship hasn't blown up yet. Thank Fyora for little miracles," Silver smiled.
"Yeah. Whatever," Jim rolled his eyes dropping the mop.
"Well," Silver said loudly. "Since the cap'n has put you in my charge, like it or not, I'll be poundin' a few skills into that thick head o' your's ta keep you outta trouble."
"Oh great," Jim muttered sarcastically.
Silver nodded. "From now on, I'm not lettin' you outta me sight," he continued. "You won't so much as eat, sleep, or scratch your tail without my saying so!"
"Don't DO me any favors," Jim growled.
Silver sniggered. "Oh, you can be sure o' that" he said confidently. "You can be sure o' that."
And that's what happened. Despite Jim's obvious and random refusals about scraping barnacles off the legacy, washing pots and pans in the galley, or even just swabbing the deck with Morph, both Silver and Jim somehow formed a steady bond. This even left to a day of goofing around on one of the Legacy's long boats, and racing each other, via go-kart style.
After an entire day of fun, and finally mooring the longboats back into the legacy's berths, the quickly exchanged some words.
"Not bad Jimbo. Not bad," Silver nodded approvingly.
Jim only grinned and began to tie the boat up with it's ropes as Silver seemed to search for something.
"Darn... where's me wrench?" he muttered to himself as Morph hopped over, transforming into a wrernch.
"So, how'd that happen?" Jim questioned as the old cyborg bent down to readjust a few lose bolts in his leg.
"A long story. From chasing one of me dreams," Silver explained. "Thank ye Morphy."
The wrench resumed it's babaa shape.
"Was it worth it?" Jim questioned getting out of the boat.
"I'm hoping it is Jimbo, I'm hoping it is," Silver nodded.
Suddnely the ship lurched to a compelte halt.
"Well this can't be good," Jim muttered to himself.
Little did he know that his statement was a real joke.
To Be Continued...
As the RLS Legacy left the atmosphere of Neopia, the world of space slowly became more and more surreal for Jim, who was now standing on the riggings, jumping on and off just for fun.
"Incredible," Doppler could be heard muttering to himself as the ship glided gently. Dobert had not come on this mission for fortune, just in hopes of a good adventure.
Suddenly a loud clanking could be heard coming out of the galley. Amelia turned her attention to Silver, who was standing right in front of the bridge. She glared down. Everyone knew she wasn't too happy with the crew that Dobert had hired.
"Captain, how nice to see ye. Lovely weather we're having isn't it?" Silver said charmingly as possible as Morph scampered off elsewhere.
"You'll have to be a little more up straight if you're trying to kiss up to me," Amelia retorted. "And isn't that your cabin boy playing in the riggings?" she questioned nodding over to Jim's direction.
"Yer point being?" Silver replied in a casual manner.
"I'm positive I instructed you to keep him busy," Amelia hissed.
Silver made a face that looked as if it was hiding a rather evil thought. "Your wish is my command, Captain." He grumbled as he clanked off towards Jim's direction.
"Aye. C'mere Jim," Silver sighed as he finally lurched his way over towards the riggings where Jim was.
"What?" Jim questioned raising an eyebrow as he landed off the riggings on the deck.
"I got a few friends for ye to met," Silver grinned.
"Oh really?"
"Aye. Meet Mr. Mop and Mrs. Bucket!" Silver laughed lightly as he forced a bucket full of water and a mop into Jim's hands.
"And I want this deck spotless in an hour!" Silver instructed as he turned. " And Morph..." he said. Morph hopped over meeping. "Keep an eye on this pup."
Morph nodded and began to sit in front of Jim's feet meeping.
"Oh, I'll give you your Misses Bucket and Mister Broom," Jim muttered kicking the bucket over.
However, in the galley, something a little more important was going on with almost all of the crew and Silver.
The crew stared at Silver silently as he began to speak. "So we're all here, then." The pets continued to stare silently.
"Now then," Silver began, "gentlemen, if you'll pardon my plain speaking, are ya all totally blinkin', stark ravin', DEF?" Silver's voice boomed with anger as he shouted.
"The boy wassss sniffinggg about the shippp," Scroop, a huge spyder protested.
"Ya bug-brained twit! Just stick to the plan!" Silver growled as his eyes gleamed evilly. "I'll run the boy so ragged, he won't have time to think about anything!"
-Later-
When Silver went back up the deck of the ship, he found Morph and Jim finishing up the mopping. Morph transformed back to regular shape when he saw Silver, burping up soap bubbles.
"You've been up here for an hour and the ship hasn't blown up yet. Thank Fyora for little miracles," Silver smiled.
"Yeah. Whatever," Jim rolled his eyes dropping the mop.
"Well," Silver said loudly. "Since the cap'n has put you in my charge, like it or not, I'll be poundin' a few skills into that thick head o' your's ta keep you outta trouble."
"Oh great," Jim muttered sarcastically.
Silver nodded. "From now on, I'm not lettin' you outta me sight," he continued. "You won't so much as eat, sleep, or scratch your tail without my saying so!"
"Don't DO me any favors," Jim growled.
Silver sniggered. "Oh, you can be sure o' that" he said confidently. "You can be sure o' that."
And that's what happened. Despite Jim's obvious and random refusals about scraping barnacles off the legacy, washing pots and pans in the galley, or even just swabbing the deck with Morph, both Silver and Jim somehow formed a steady bond. This even left to a day of goofing around on one of the Legacy's long boats, and racing each other, via go-kart style.
After an entire day of fun, and finally mooring the longboats back into the legacy's berths, the quickly exchanged some words.
"Not bad Jimbo. Not bad," Silver nodded approvingly.
Jim only grinned and began to tie the boat up with it's ropes as Silver seemed to search for something.
"Darn... where's me wrench?" he muttered to himself as Morph hopped over, transforming into a wrernch.
"So, how'd that happen?" Jim questioned as the old cyborg bent down to readjust a few lose bolts in his leg.
"A long story. From chasing one of me dreams," Silver explained. "Thank ye Morphy."
The wrench resumed it's babaa shape.
"Was it worth it?" Jim questioned getting out of the boat.
"I'm hoping it is Jimbo, I'm hoping it is," Silver nodded.
Suddnely the ship lurched to a compelte halt.
"Well this can't be good," Jim muttered to himself.
Little did he know that his statement was a real joke.
To Be Continued...