Another Hunt
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the movie would have a decent sequel.
A/N: Thanks to all my lovely reviewers, your beautiful, I'll love you for ever and always!
Chapter two, The R.L.S. Icarus
"So," Obat said skeptically looking up at Silver, "This is the ship that will take us to Montressor?"
"Aye, this is it the R.L.S. Icarus. Now come on we have ter get our work slips."
"Alright." Obat sighed at took one last look at the ship before following Silver up the gangplank. It was old, just about falling apart. As a matter of fact, as she walked up the plank she could see the outline of different bored under the paint. It looked as if the ship had had a massive hole in its side, and they had tried to hastily repair it with some driftwood. She shuddered at the thought of what the engines must look like considering what the ship did. That's what they had discussed Silver and her, the night before, what their jobs were to be on the ship. Silver had already said he could be the ships cook, and he had proposed the idea that she could be the new cabin girl. Humpf, she scoffed, like that went over well.
**The night before**
"Alright lass, I've got us a ship lookin' to hire, on er' way to Montressor."
Obat's ears perked up slightly out of interest looked up from the table, she was calculating the expenses for the voyage. It had only been a day, had he really found a ship so quickly? "Really, that's great news."
"Yeah, and I think I got it all figured out." Silvers chest puffed out of pride.
"Really how so?"
"Well, I'll be shining on as the cook, like I usually do, and you can be me cabin girl."
Obat let out a snort, "Don't you think I'm a bit old for that."
He looked at her bewildered, "What do ye mean lass, ye only look seventeen, eighteen most, yer still only an imp."
At this point Obat was in full fledged laughter, "Seventeen! Silver I'll be thirty next week!"
Silver gaped at her, "Thirty, did you say? Now see 'ere at's impossible!"
Obat whipped a tear of laughter out of her eye, "You are forgetting, I'm part Battinc, we age a whole lot different than humans do. I mean sure I won't live as long as my father will, but I'll probably be around a lot longer than any human will." Silver nodded his head thoughtfully. "You see our bodies develop much slower than normal, but by human standards of physical and emotional maturity yes, I'd be about seventeen. And by Battinc standards I'm still a child. You see because Battinc's usually live to be about a two sometimes even three hundred, that's why they make great pirates."
"Aye then, if yer too old ter be a cabin girl then what can ye do?"
"Oh," She sat back in her seat leaning back on two legs and tapped her head with her pencil. "I've got a gift with engines." She said finally. "Matter a fact, I could probably fix that leg and arm of yours one day."
Silver smiled at her showing the gape in his teeth. "These old t'ings are always given me trouble, I don't t'ink even ye can help 'em."
Obat rocked her chair forward, going back to her calculations and cursing Silver silently for making her do them. "Suit yourself."
**Back to present**
"Obat, are ye comin'?" Silver called.
"Wha-oh right, sorry!" Obat hurried up the plank. "Sorry I was thinking, and I lost myself for a second." As she came to the top she walked up to Silver. The deck, she noticed looking around, looked like just fine, maybe it was the outside of the ship that needed repair not the inside. Though, she still didn't want think about the engines yet.
"Names?" Said a harsh voice, the source of the voice was a squat, green little man with a flat face, except for his long pointy nose and ears.
"John Silver." Silver said. The little man scribbled something on his paper.
"And you?" He said not looking at Obat.
"Obat." She said.
The man sighed and looked up at her. "What' your surname?"
Obat looked uncomfortable, "I-uh-I don't have one." She said meekly.
"Don't have one, I find that to be highly unlikely."
"Its true." Obat snarled.
The man looked boldly at her, narrowing his eyes under his moon shaped glasses, and said snippily, "If you don't give me your full name I'm afraid you won't be allowed on this voyage."
Silver steeped in front of Obat. "Mister Hob sir, ye'll have ter be forgivin' my niece here. Ye' see after her mam and pap passed, she claims she don't have a last name, it's a physiological t'ing." He flashed a big smile at the small man.
"I see." he said looking around Silver bulk to Obat who nodded. "So I'll put her down as Obat Silver?"
"Yes sir." Silver said at once.
"Now, what will be your functions on this vessel? We don't have many crew yet so many positions are still open." Mr. Hob asked as he scribbled down something else on his paper.
"I'll be cookin' and the imp here'll work on the engines." Silver said pointing at himself with his mechanical hand.
"Good, good." Mr. Hob said, writing something else down. "We already have someone working on the engines, but my, my, you're in luck he needs and assistant." He ripped off a two-pieces of paper, and handed each of them one. "Now, the galley is there," He pointed to a staircase to the right. "And the engine room is that way." He pointed to a door to the left. "Since your related you two will be in the same sleeping quarters, they are down the staircase to the left, yours is the second door on the right. That's the trouble with hiring women," He said as they walked away. "You have to give them separate sleeping quarters. Now listen we launch tomorrow at noon, if you are not on the ship by then we leave you!"
"Now," Silver said throwing one last glance over his shoulder at Hob, who was now questioning another pair for the voyage. "We best check out that engine room, aye."
"Yeah, lets do that." They headed off in the direction of the door, Hob had pointed at. Obat reached for the doorknob and holding her breath and crossing her fingers opened the door. Her worst fears where soon realized. "By Thunder!" she yelled, and hurried over to the four big engines. "Merciful mother of God, these engines are old, and four of them, what are they thinking! How do they plan on getting off of the ground with these damn things! I don't think these could lift a solar surf bored left alone a ship!"
"Yeah," came a deep voice from around the fourth engine, "Pirate, Bucko, Spacer, and Buccaneer can be tough, but, once you get used to them its not so hard." A minotaur came around the engine, he was a good seven feet tall with his horns, his face was covered in red fur along with his bovine legs, and he had biceps you could do pull-ups on. Other than that, the human portions of his body looked red enough to match his fur, the hair on his arms, and the little bit of hair on his muscular chest was red. Even his skin looked red, from the tan and sunburn on it. He was just wearing a pair of pants there was no need of boots because of his hooves and a shirt would have been hard to put on. With no shirt on he looked every bit impressive as all the stories said the minotaur race would. He pulled the goggles off his face and tucked the wrench he was holding in his back pocket. "Hello there. I'm Shanks. William Shanks. You can call me Will if you want. And who might you two be?" He asked holding out his hand.
"I'm Silver, the new cook." Silver said taking Will's hand in his own, and shaking it. Will's hand was at least twice the size of Silver's.
"Pleasure ter meet you Silver, and who might you be miss?"
"I'm Obat and I'm your new assistant." She said smiling pleasantly at him.
"What! My assistant?!" He said looking at her like she'd sprouted a new head. "I'd have figured you for the new cabin girl, you don't look old enough to know that much about engines."
Obat's ears went down flat and she glared daggers at the minotaur, "Now you listen here, I'll be thirty next week, and I've forgotten more about engines than most people know, so don't insult my intelligence."
Will skittered back holding up his hands in surrender, "Easy imp, I met no offense by it, you just look good for your age is all." Obat continued to glare at him. "Er, so tell me where will you be going the last night before launch."
Obat looked wearily at him then glance back to Silver. "A bar."
Will stroked his muzzle and nodded approvingly, "Aye, would you mind if I came along? It's been a long dry trip."
Silver took one look at the minotaur and began laughing, he clapped Will on his human shoulders, "Aye that it has, that it has." Obat's ears went down in disapproval and she scowled at the pair.
A/N: Well there you have it! R&R!
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the movie would have a decent sequel.
A/N: Thanks to all my lovely reviewers, your beautiful, I'll love you for ever and always!
Chapter two, The R.L.S. Icarus
"So," Obat said skeptically looking up at Silver, "This is the ship that will take us to Montressor?"
"Aye, this is it the R.L.S. Icarus. Now come on we have ter get our work slips."
"Alright." Obat sighed at took one last look at the ship before following Silver up the gangplank. It was old, just about falling apart. As a matter of fact, as she walked up the plank she could see the outline of different bored under the paint. It looked as if the ship had had a massive hole in its side, and they had tried to hastily repair it with some driftwood. She shuddered at the thought of what the engines must look like considering what the ship did. That's what they had discussed Silver and her, the night before, what their jobs were to be on the ship. Silver had already said he could be the ships cook, and he had proposed the idea that she could be the new cabin girl. Humpf, she scoffed, like that went over well.
**The night before**
"Alright lass, I've got us a ship lookin' to hire, on er' way to Montressor."
Obat's ears perked up slightly out of interest looked up from the table, she was calculating the expenses for the voyage. It had only been a day, had he really found a ship so quickly? "Really, that's great news."
"Yeah, and I think I got it all figured out." Silvers chest puffed out of pride.
"Really how so?"
"Well, I'll be shining on as the cook, like I usually do, and you can be me cabin girl."
Obat let out a snort, "Don't you think I'm a bit old for that."
He looked at her bewildered, "What do ye mean lass, ye only look seventeen, eighteen most, yer still only an imp."
At this point Obat was in full fledged laughter, "Seventeen! Silver I'll be thirty next week!"
Silver gaped at her, "Thirty, did you say? Now see 'ere at's impossible!"
Obat whipped a tear of laughter out of her eye, "You are forgetting, I'm part Battinc, we age a whole lot different than humans do. I mean sure I won't live as long as my father will, but I'll probably be around a lot longer than any human will." Silver nodded his head thoughtfully. "You see our bodies develop much slower than normal, but by human standards of physical and emotional maturity yes, I'd be about seventeen. And by Battinc standards I'm still a child. You see because Battinc's usually live to be about a two sometimes even three hundred, that's why they make great pirates."
"Aye then, if yer too old ter be a cabin girl then what can ye do?"
"Oh," She sat back in her seat leaning back on two legs and tapped her head with her pencil. "I've got a gift with engines." She said finally. "Matter a fact, I could probably fix that leg and arm of yours one day."
Silver smiled at her showing the gape in his teeth. "These old t'ings are always given me trouble, I don't t'ink even ye can help 'em."
Obat rocked her chair forward, going back to her calculations and cursing Silver silently for making her do them. "Suit yourself."
**Back to present**
"Obat, are ye comin'?" Silver called.
"Wha-oh right, sorry!" Obat hurried up the plank. "Sorry I was thinking, and I lost myself for a second." As she came to the top she walked up to Silver. The deck, she noticed looking around, looked like just fine, maybe it was the outside of the ship that needed repair not the inside. Though, she still didn't want think about the engines yet.
"Names?" Said a harsh voice, the source of the voice was a squat, green little man with a flat face, except for his long pointy nose and ears.
"John Silver." Silver said. The little man scribbled something on his paper.
"And you?" He said not looking at Obat.
"Obat." She said.
The man sighed and looked up at her. "What' your surname?"
Obat looked uncomfortable, "I-uh-I don't have one." She said meekly.
"Don't have one, I find that to be highly unlikely."
"Its true." Obat snarled.
The man looked boldly at her, narrowing his eyes under his moon shaped glasses, and said snippily, "If you don't give me your full name I'm afraid you won't be allowed on this voyage."
Silver steeped in front of Obat. "Mister Hob sir, ye'll have ter be forgivin' my niece here. Ye' see after her mam and pap passed, she claims she don't have a last name, it's a physiological t'ing." He flashed a big smile at the small man.
"I see." he said looking around Silver bulk to Obat who nodded. "So I'll put her down as Obat Silver?"
"Yes sir." Silver said at once.
"Now, what will be your functions on this vessel? We don't have many crew yet so many positions are still open." Mr. Hob asked as he scribbled down something else on his paper.
"I'll be cookin' and the imp here'll work on the engines." Silver said pointing at himself with his mechanical hand.
"Good, good." Mr. Hob said, writing something else down. "We already have someone working on the engines, but my, my, you're in luck he needs and assistant." He ripped off a two-pieces of paper, and handed each of them one. "Now, the galley is there," He pointed to a staircase to the right. "And the engine room is that way." He pointed to a door to the left. "Since your related you two will be in the same sleeping quarters, they are down the staircase to the left, yours is the second door on the right. That's the trouble with hiring women," He said as they walked away. "You have to give them separate sleeping quarters. Now listen we launch tomorrow at noon, if you are not on the ship by then we leave you!"
"Now," Silver said throwing one last glance over his shoulder at Hob, who was now questioning another pair for the voyage. "We best check out that engine room, aye."
"Yeah, lets do that." They headed off in the direction of the door, Hob had pointed at. Obat reached for the doorknob and holding her breath and crossing her fingers opened the door. Her worst fears where soon realized. "By Thunder!" she yelled, and hurried over to the four big engines. "Merciful mother of God, these engines are old, and four of them, what are they thinking! How do they plan on getting off of the ground with these damn things! I don't think these could lift a solar surf bored left alone a ship!"
"Yeah," came a deep voice from around the fourth engine, "Pirate, Bucko, Spacer, and Buccaneer can be tough, but, once you get used to them its not so hard." A minotaur came around the engine, he was a good seven feet tall with his horns, his face was covered in red fur along with his bovine legs, and he had biceps you could do pull-ups on. Other than that, the human portions of his body looked red enough to match his fur, the hair on his arms, and the little bit of hair on his muscular chest was red. Even his skin looked red, from the tan and sunburn on it. He was just wearing a pair of pants there was no need of boots because of his hooves and a shirt would have been hard to put on. With no shirt on he looked every bit impressive as all the stories said the minotaur race would. He pulled the goggles off his face and tucked the wrench he was holding in his back pocket. "Hello there. I'm Shanks. William Shanks. You can call me Will if you want. And who might you two be?" He asked holding out his hand.
"I'm Silver, the new cook." Silver said taking Will's hand in his own, and shaking it. Will's hand was at least twice the size of Silver's.
"Pleasure ter meet you Silver, and who might you be miss?"
"I'm Obat and I'm your new assistant." She said smiling pleasantly at him.
"What! My assistant?!" He said looking at her like she'd sprouted a new head. "I'd have figured you for the new cabin girl, you don't look old enough to know that much about engines."
Obat's ears went down flat and she glared daggers at the minotaur, "Now you listen here, I'll be thirty next week, and I've forgotten more about engines than most people know, so don't insult my intelligence."
Will skittered back holding up his hands in surrender, "Easy imp, I met no offense by it, you just look good for your age is all." Obat continued to glare at him. "Er, so tell me where will you be going the last night before launch."
Obat looked wearily at him then glance back to Silver. "A bar."
Will stroked his muzzle and nodded approvingly, "Aye, would you mind if I came along? It's been a long dry trip."
Silver took one look at the minotaur and began laughing, he clapped Will on his human shoulders, "Aye that it has, that it has." Obat's ears went down in disapproval and she scowled at the pair.
A/N: Well there you have it! R&R!
