Somewhere in the Atlantic
The Nautilus moved swiftly through the choppy waves, slicing it's way through the ocean. Inside, several hundred Indian sailors bustled around the submarine, hard at work keeping the ship on course. Henry Jekyll wandered the corridors of the ship, bored out of his mind. He had attempted to make conversation with his alternate personality, Edward Hyde, but his brutish companion was much more interested in sleeping than talking to him. At least he isn't trying to get me to let him out anymore, Jekyll thought thankfully. In the past few months, Hyde had been more managable than the scientist had ever believed possible. Perhaps it was the experiance of being a hero, or their newfound comrades. Particularly Captian Nemo, the creative genius behind the Nautilus and several other advanced creations. Despite the Indian's initial fears that Hyde would get loose and wreak havoc on his ship, he had come to be the one that trusted him the most. Neither Hyde or Jekyll could quite figure out the resident vampire's take on either of them, but Mina Harker seemed tolerant, if distant towards them. She seemed to genuinly like Jekyll, but she had told him recently that she feared Hyde might bring out her own savage persona, which was why she was so distant. It was nothing to insult either of them, she just couldn't bring herself to fully trust Hyde. Then, there was Tom Sawyer to consider. The young American had been quiet and distant towards everybody since the adventure that brought them together. It had nothing to do with any of them, though. It was the death of Allan Quartermain, their former leader and almost father figure to the American agent, that had him uncharacteristicly silent. He wasn't as depressed as he seemed right after they left Nairobi, but he still wasn't the same. Perhaps he had grown up in those few days. Perhaps he had realized that this life wasn't a game. He was gradualy going back to normal, joking around with Skinner when the joke was particularly funny, but he still spent much of his time alone on the lookout deck. Jekyll presumed that Quartermain and the boy had spent time up there together, especially since he often did his shooting practice there. Of course, there was really no other place on the ship to do it safely, but it still seemed to be a sore spot. Whatever the reason, Jekyll like the Tom he had met those months ago better. Only a few months, he thought incredulous, Amazing. It feels like i've known these people all my life. That was when Jekyll almost ran into the American who had recently occupied his thoughts.
"Oh, sorry, Jekyll..." he muttered distractedly, shoving the paper he had been staring at into a pocket,"What's up?"
"Absolutly nothing, that's the problem," Jekyll grinned,"Hyde is being a deadly bore and everyone else is busy. So, bad news?"
"What?" Sawyer asked. The scientist pointed towards the note in his pocket.
"Oh, no, just a weird assignment..."
"Ah, top secret, I suppose."
"Well..." Sawyer smiled,"I'm supposed to investigate these weird suicides. I don't know why they want to investigate SUICIDES, but, hey, they're the bosses. Anyway, I have to go to London to meet this other agent I'm working with. I was going to ask Nemo for a lift, if y'all aren't going in the complete opposite direction." Jekyll nodded, deep in thought. Suddenly, it hit him.
"Suicides? You are proably too young and in the worng part of the world to know, but I was aquanted with a scientist with... strange ablities. He could influence the mind... I stayed out of his way as much as I could, he frankly spooked me. I don't know why that came to mind, but... Well his name is Fredrick Stryker. I heard that he moved back to London some years ago. Where were these suicides?"
"All over. Berlin, Paris, Rome, London. Apparently, it was like a wave. In one city five people commited suicide under unusal circumstances in a week. The next week, the same thing would happen in another city."
"Very strange... well, if any of us could help in any way, contact us."
"Of course," Sawyer nodded,"Well, I'm gonna go talk to Nemo." Jekyll nodded and watched the boy continue down the corridor.
On the bridge of the Nautilus, Captian Nemo stood at the largest wheel. His dark blue uniform was impecably clean, as always, and he stood with a millitary bearing. He turned as Sawyer entered the room, dark eyebrows rising.
"Sawyer," he nodded at the young man.
"Hey, Nemo. Um, I was wondering if it'd possible for you to drop me off in London. An assignment, I have to meet another agent."
"Of course," Nemo smiled slightly at the boy's nervousness. He had observed that despite his cocky attitude, Sawyer was really rather insecure. However, everyone had their insecurities, and his were miniscule. Nemo had sparked fear into worst men than the American,"Do you have a time limit?"
"They want me to meet the other person in three days. So, I think we've got plenty of time," Sawyer grinned. He knew the capabilities of the Nautilus very well. Nemo could have gotten him to London in less than a day if he pushed his ship and crew to the maximum.
"More than that. I will be happy to. I think Mina and Skinner want some time on shore anyway. I was planning on stopping at the nearest port, but London will do."
"Great, thanks," Sawyer said, genuinly grateful,"I'm gonna go telegraph them. They didn't even tall me where to meet the other agent... what brilliant people I work for..." He trailed off as he left the room. Nemo repressed a chuckle as he passed the controls into the hands of another crew member and got out his maps.
So, what does everbody think? Please R&R!
The Nautilus moved swiftly through the choppy waves, slicing it's way through the ocean. Inside, several hundred Indian sailors bustled around the submarine, hard at work keeping the ship on course. Henry Jekyll wandered the corridors of the ship, bored out of his mind. He had attempted to make conversation with his alternate personality, Edward Hyde, but his brutish companion was much more interested in sleeping than talking to him. At least he isn't trying to get me to let him out anymore, Jekyll thought thankfully. In the past few months, Hyde had been more managable than the scientist had ever believed possible. Perhaps it was the experiance of being a hero, or their newfound comrades. Particularly Captian Nemo, the creative genius behind the Nautilus and several other advanced creations. Despite the Indian's initial fears that Hyde would get loose and wreak havoc on his ship, he had come to be the one that trusted him the most. Neither Hyde or Jekyll could quite figure out the resident vampire's take on either of them, but Mina Harker seemed tolerant, if distant towards them. She seemed to genuinly like Jekyll, but she had told him recently that she feared Hyde might bring out her own savage persona, which was why she was so distant. It was nothing to insult either of them, she just couldn't bring herself to fully trust Hyde. Then, there was Tom Sawyer to consider. The young American had been quiet and distant towards everybody since the adventure that brought them together. It had nothing to do with any of them, though. It was the death of Allan Quartermain, their former leader and almost father figure to the American agent, that had him uncharacteristicly silent. He wasn't as depressed as he seemed right after they left Nairobi, but he still wasn't the same. Perhaps he had grown up in those few days. Perhaps he had realized that this life wasn't a game. He was gradualy going back to normal, joking around with Skinner when the joke was particularly funny, but he still spent much of his time alone on the lookout deck. Jekyll presumed that Quartermain and the boy had spent time up there together, especially since he often did his shooting practice there. Of course, there was really no other place on the ship to do it safely, but it still seemed to be a sore spot. Whatever the reason, Jekyll like the Tom he had met those months ago better. Only a few months, he thought incredulous, Amazing. It feels like i've known these people all my life. That was when Jekyll almost ran into the American who had recently occupied his thoughts.
"Oh, sorry, Jekyll..." he muttered distractedly, shoving the paper he had been staring at into a pocket,"What's up?"
"Absolutly nothing, that's the problem," Jekyll grinned,"Hyde is being a deadly bore and everyone else is busy. So, bad news?"
"What?" Sawyer asked. The scientist pointed towards the note in his pocket.
"Oh, no, just a weird assignment..."
"Ah, top secret, I suppose."
"Well..." Sawyer smiled,"I'm supposed to investigate these weird suicides. I don't know why they want to investigate SUICIDES, but, hey, they're the bosses. Anyway, I have to go to London to meet this other agent I'm working with. I was going to ask Nemo for a lift, if y'all aren't going in the complete opposite direction." Jekyll nodded, deep in thought. Suddenly, it hit him.
"Suicides? You are proably too young and in the worng part of the world to know, but I was aquanted with a scientist with... strange ablities. He could influence the mind... I stayed out of his way as much as I could, he frankly spooked me. I don't know why that came to mind, but... Well his name is Fredrick Stryker. I heard that he moved back to London some years ago. Where were these suicides?"
"All over. Berlin, Paris, Rome, London. Apparently, it was like a wave. In one city five people commited suicide under unusal circumstances in a week. The next week, the same thing would happen in another city."
"Very strange... well, if any of us could help in any way, contact us."
"Of course," Sawyer nodded,"Well, I'm gonna go talk to Nemo." Jekyll nodded and watched the boy continue down the corridor.
On the bridge of the Nautilus, Captian Nemo stood at the largest wheel. His dark blue uniform was impecably clean, as always, and he stood with a millitary bearing. He turned as Sawyer entered the room, dark eyebrows rising.
"Sawyer," he nodded at the young man.
"Hey, Nemo. Um, I was wondering if it'd possible for you to drop me off in London. An assignment, I have to meet another agent."
"Of course," Nemo smiled slightly at the boy's nervousness. He had observed that despite his cocky attitude, Sawyer was really rather insecure. However, everyone had their insecurities, and his were miniscule. Nemo had sparked fear into worst men than the American,"Do you have a time limit?"
"They want me to meet the other person in three days. So, I think we've got plenty of time," Sawyer grinned. He knew the capabilities of the Nautilus very well. Nemo could have gotten him to London in less than a day if he pushed his ship and crew to the maximum.
"More than that. I will be happy to. I think Mina and Skinner want some time on shore anyway. I was planning on stopping at the nearest port, but London will do."
"Great, thanks," Sawyer said, genuinly grateful,"I'm gonna go telegraph them. They didn't even tall me where to meet the other agent... what brilliant people I work for..." He trailed off as he left the room. Nemo repressed a chuckle as he passed the controls into the hands of another crew member and got out his maps.
So, what does everbody think? Please R&R!
