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C'mon people, review!!  The little typing monsters that live in my fingers eat reviews!  They need reviews to survive!

I thought that the hiring of the crew was too brief in TP, so I decided to write it over.  Don't be shocked!  After all, this is Treasure Planet…my style!

( Right now, I'm writing to the POTC soundtrack, very good for writing POTC, TP, or LOTR!)

The duo left Montressor soon afterwards the discovery of the map, they took a private shuttle to the spaceport, booked a hotel for two weeks, and soon became accustomed to the life at the docks.  They tried to avoid downtown, it was packed with pickpockets and sailors, although they couldn't recognize any, it was rumored that pirates also lurked in the bars and alleys near the docks.

Delbert went out everyday, looking for good crewmen and captains; he also found a lovely ship called the R.L.S. Legacy.  It was a two-masted schooner that seemed very sturdy and was said to have held out the solar storm of 3567, one of the most powerful storms ever recorded.  Despite its age, Delbert took the ship on loan and found a good crew, most of whom Delbert himself picked out. 

Jen was left out of the whole process and given a few credits to spend on sailing clothes by Delbert; he was quite generous with his money.  She bought some boots and a new jacket.

The upper-class merchant shops where she bought her clothes were stuffy and pompous, and with the prospect of seeing a real pirate, she left the safe streets and ventured into the underground.

The wharfs were teeming with gnats and rats; dead fish was everywhere, as well as the smell.  With new clothes like the ones she had just bought, she would stick out like Julia Roberts in the Ghetto.  She knew it was her only choice to be able to blend in, so without another thought, she scooped some mud off of the docks and smeared it all over her face, in her hair, down the sides of her new clothes and boots.  Jen gagged at first, but soon got used to the fishy smell and walked further down the docks and into the dirty alleys.

She got some strange looks from passerby, but never wavered in her pace, she did change it though.  Jen walked with her head down, slouching over, her hands stuffed in her pockets.  Underneath heavy overcoats of others she could sometimes see the dull gleam of a cutlass, dagger, or revolver. 

Still, the underground unnerved her, and she made a sudden move into a small restaurant, the Spyglass Inn.

She sat down at the bar and ordered a mug of grog. (A/N: Grog is watered down rum, basically less alcoholic.) She sipped it slowly, it was very diluted and had almost no rum at all in it, but still it tasted good.  She kept her head down as she swallowed, there were several conversations going around the room, there was definitely a pirate sitting behind her, he was talking about someone named Black Dog, and of mutiny and murder.

" What kin I gitchee little miss?"  Jen looked up, standing over her was a two-headed bartender, " We got some better rum than that."

" No I think I'm good, how much was that?"

" Five credits."

Jen reached into her pocket, acting like those coins were the last she had, if the pirate behind her discovered that she had lots of credits, he stalk her down and maybe even kill her for them.  Gulping the last of the grog, she put it back on the bar.  As she left, she heard a whistling coming from the kitchen, and the whirl of gears…

Jen quickly made her way to the aboveground merchant shops, she practically ran to the hotel and locked the door when she got to her room.  Pirates were scarier than she had imagined, she shuddered and lay down on one of the beds, then fell asleep to nightmares of mutiny.

About two hours later, a loud, hard knocking on the door jolted her out of her dreams.  She stared in a cold sweat as the doorknob jiggled and turned, then dove behind the bed so she could not be seen.  She tried to keep her cool as the door opened and heavy thumps of feet approached her, she covered her head as it came nearer.

" Jen?"

She looked up, the doctor was standing above her wearing a large and clunky suit made of some kind of heavy metal.  Scrambling to her feet, she gave him a sideways look as he tried to pry the helmet off of his head.  " Jen, this is-" He turned around, but no one was there, " She must have left.  Captain Amelia is one of the finest naval officers in the fleet, I just hired her, we will be extremely safe!"

Jen glanced around before darting to the door and slamming it shut.

" Jen?"

" I heard a rumor that a pirate was in the hotel."

" I see…well, no need to worry!  We are departing late tomorrow morning, so we have enough time to pack and get all of our things."  He gave her an eye, " And don't make fun of my suit, it will be important to our mission!"

She muttered, " Yeah, sure," under her breath, " Since when are we going to a gas planet?"

They packed their things and brushed their teeth before crawling into their separate beds.  Jen closed her eyes, tomorrow she would be gone from this pirate infested town.

Alright!  Sorry that this took a while, my finger monsters didn't get any reviews for a while, and couldn't find enough strength to type, but I got some last-minute reviews and they typed the rest away!  Okay, they want more reviews! 

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