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Queen Sarabi: We had to watch the Lion Kind in class yesterday…and compare it to Hamlet. Strangely they are similar, except that in one everybody dies and in the other only the "evil" person dies. Anyhoo, hoping for more of your encouragement along the way. Here's a smoothie, secret recipe of mine!
treasureplanet-gurl: Hmmmmmmmm, that's something we both have in common, I'm waiting for the next of your chapter too! I think I reviewed the last chapter, I dunno, my sister keeps kicking me off b/c she's waiting for KENNY to call. Grrrrrrrrr…!SMOOTHIE!
AlexRyder: Blech! I DO NOT like Orli, don't ask why, I just don't! Oh well, I LOVE THAT SONG! Just keep writing, just keep writing, just keep writing writing writing. What do we do? We write! Hmmm, Jen just might do that, thanks for the idea! SMOOTHIE!!
FINALLY! THE CHAPTER!
Oh well, my smoothie's gone, I'll make one later…
Chapter…um…XI----um A Broken…um…Bond (Sorry that the title sucks! My brain has brain freeze right now!)
Jen woke to the incredibly disgusting smell of a Flatulan hanging right above her, she groaned and fell sideways out of her hammock. Putting her palms on her forehead, she pulled all of the skin down into her cheeks and then let it spring back up. She reached for one of her boots and pulled it on, she was much too tired to do anything more than that.
Sleepily, she reached for the other one, only to have it hop out of her grasp. It turned as if to look back, and leapt behind a chest.
Jen crawled on her hands and knees and reached behind the chest, "Morph, it's way too early for this."
As she groped, the boot snuck out from the side of the chest and kicked her in the rear, bringing her from a caffeine-deprived sleep into full consciousness, but the Flatulan stayed asleep.
"Morph!" The boot changed back into a pink blob, who immediately grabbed the real boot and flew around the room. "Come back here!"
"Come back here!" It mocked; it's eyes popping up as Jen chased it around the room, ducking underneath ropes and empty hammocks. She skidded around on the floor until Morph flew up the stairs.
She ran up, slipping slightly because on one foot was a sock. Diving, she pulled the boot from Morph's rubbery grasp. Jen gave the shapeshifter a look of "Haha I won" and the little creature growled back, quickly changing into an orange fish.
Jen's expression changed as the fish squirted water onto her face.
"That's it you little squid!" She attempted to hit it with the boot, but he dropped between the criss-cross design in the hatch.
Morph popped back up, his form now imitating Jen's face, "You little squid!" They played a short game of Whack-a-mole with the boot. Morph kept popping up, making more and more imitations of Jen's head, each one's voice getting higher with the same phrase, "You little squid! You little squid! You little squid! You little squid! You little squid! You little squid!"
After a while, the heads stopped rolling, and Jen banged the hatch a few more times. She waited uncertainly, holding the boot in her hands, ready to whack anything that came out.
Nothing happened.
She peered down, below was the galley; running around the deck, she scrambled towards Morph's hiding spot, falling down the stairs while pulling her boot on. Laughing, she searched the room, her eyes fell on the almost-empty purp barrel.
Slowly and silently she snuck towards the barrel, making almost no noise; Jen peered over the edge, there were lots of purps at the bottom. As she looked on, one opened an eye, giggled and turned back into a normal looking one.
"Busted!" She jumped into the barrel, coddling the creature and tickling him on the head. Jen stopped when she heard the voices.
"We are tired of all this waiting!"
"We are wanting to move!"
She recognized the cannon supervisor; a shorter sailor who looked very feminine, but nothing could have prepared her for what came next.
"We only strike when we have the treasure in hand!"
John Silver.
She pressed her face to a crack in the barrel, hoping not to be seen.
"I say we kill 'em all now," Scroop, the spider. Morph began to whimper, she muffled him in her hands.
"I say what's I'll say!" Silver lifted Scroop by the throat, "And pull another stunt like that one with Mr. Arrow, and you'll be joinin' him!" Scroop crashed against the barrel, massaging his throat, Silver stared at him sternly, his mechanical arm not even strained from throwing the spider.
"Strong words, but I know otherwise."
Scroop dropped a hand into the barrel, the sharp claw clicked next to Jen's head, groping for a purp. She grabbed a purp and carefully placed it into his hand.
"It's that girl," he poked a hole in the purp with a claw, "Methinks you've a soft spot for her?"
Silver looked around for a second, "Now mark me, the lot of ya! I care about one t'ing and one t'ing only, Flint's Trove. Do ye think that I'd risk it all for some nose wipin' little wretch?"
"What was it again? 'You've got the makin's of greatness inya'!"
"Shut yer yap! I said that to the lass to get her off our scent, but I ain't gone soft!"
There might have been a fight, but a voice from the crows nest called out, "LAND HO!!!" All of the sailors dashed out of the galley to get a look at the planet .
Jen leaned against the side of the purp barrel, Morph bubbled out of her grip to follow his master. The girl sobbed, her eyes watered.
She blinked suddenly, she couldn't let him get away with this, he would pay. For making her believe that he was a friend, and to think she had almost considered him as a father.
She jumped out of the barrel and dashed to the stairs.
Silver stood in the way.
"Jen?" He stepped down; Jen leaned against the table. "Playing games?"
She glared, "Yeah, I'm playing games."
"I never was much good at games, always hated to lose." Jen's ears picked up the click of a gun being loaded.
"Huh," she felt around behind her on the table, and grabbed a pearing knife, "Me too!" She dashed out, thrusting the knife into Silver's cyborg leg, he cried out with pain as his "knee" gave out.
He threw himself onto the deck, his eye opened and began scanning the deck, and finally found Jen, who threw open the door to the stateroom before slamming it shut again, the metal in the door glinted, it was locked.
Silver pulled himself up and whistled, "Change in plan lads, we move now!" His arm changed into a cutlass, no matter what, he wouldn't lose his treasure.
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