Jim's Folly

Well, Simon's dead, Andrew and Avery have a duet thing, Raven's probably going to give birth (I know, I've been mean enough to her) and…hmm. What's going on with Silver?

This chapter dedicated to Night Music.

Chapter Forty Seven

The winds were calm as Silver steered the small boat towards the distant planet.

He didn't know what he was going to do when he got there, but he knew he'd find something to do. There was always something to do there.

Shrugging quietly to himself, he turned to Morph.

"Hey, Morphy, what should we do on the way there?"

Morph purred and nuzzled his 'father' under the chin, causing the large cyborg to grin.

"I was thinkin' about 'aving a nap, actually…wouldja watch over the ship for me, Morph?"

Morph purred in response, saluted and turned into a pair of eyes. Silver nodded in approval before finding a small crate and seating himself on it. Pulling his pirate hat over his eyes, he nodded off.

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In dreamland, Silver was haunted.

His prison cell, his home, was dark as usual. Dark, gloomy, damp…

The concrete walls were nothing to his mechanical arm, but after having his circuits cut off, he only had one good eye as well as one good arm. The walls dripped with moisture; his prison cell was underground, a place for all the miscreants.

A place for the damned. According to the police, the government and anyone else who was deemed 'higher' than him in status, he was clearly damned. Damned to an eternity in prison, anyway.

"Piracy is one of the ultimate life-sentencing sins," claimed one of his guards. Sure.

He wasn't that bad of a pirate…he didn't mercilessly kill people…anymore.

He didn't burn houses down…since he'd met Jim.

He didn't steal…since he'd given up Treasure Planet.

Sighing heavily, Silver closed his eyes. Better to be trapped within his own mind than to be trapped within the walls of a closed cell. A cell with no windows, only bars to the open hallway constantly monitored by guards.

The prison itself was full of mutineers, monsters, evil men. So many stories…so few that Silver wanted to hear.

He wanted to be home…even though he didn't know where that was.

He wanted to be free, in the skies, feeling the wind on his face…the working half, anyway. He rubbed his cheek with his flesh hand and frowned. He felt so cold. Was he losing weight?

Glancing at his belly with a chuckle, he realized how hard it would be to tell anyway.

That, at least made him smile.

Thoughts of Jimbo made him smile even more. From a smile to a frown his face fell as he thought of the young boy…he had no idea what the boy was up to. He'd hoped he'd followed his dreams…he hoped he'd followed through with his plans for his future.

Silver hoped he'd given his mother the treasure and they'd bought a new house to replace the one that Silver had destroyed in a moment of greedy malice.

Blinking back tears, Silver ignored the pain in his heart. He was deathly homesick.

The pain increased. He couldn't cry. He couldn't let the guards catch him crying…

He didn't lift his eyes as he saw the shoes of the guard at the bars of his prison cell.

"What's wrong, pirate? Miss yer mommy?"

"Haw, haw! That's a good one…"
The rage in Silver built and he clenched his teeth, shutting his eyes tightly.

Shut up…the lot of ya! Shut up…just shut up…

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Waking with a start, Silver tried to forget what he'd dreamed. Shake it off, Big Guy, he told himself. Yawning, he approached Morph. The planet was a lot closer by now.

Morph nuzzled Silver as the cyborg took the wheel.

"Anythin' happen while I was out, Morphy?"

The blob chirped in response as if to say 'Nope!'

Silver nodded. Montressor was in view. He was almost home.