Hello, back again. Sorry in taking so long, I had to study for my Driver's Knowledge Exam(I passed!). Um… yet again, I ask, does anyone have any idea about what happened to Tom's parents? Yes, Mary Jane does exist. Read the book.
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Call Me Huck
Huck flopped down onto the bed exhaustedly. Suddenly he was very tired. He wanted to go to sleep and let these people handle the rest of the mission. After all, they were so much better equipped to deal with it than he.
Huck let out a disgusted snort. Yeah, sure, he would just coast along and let them deal with it. No, there was no way he could do that after what had happened to Tom. He knew that if he was not the one to get the Fantom, he would never be able to forgive himself. After all, Tom had asked him too. That was just like him, to make it dramatic, like in the books.
Huck shook his head, trying to get those thoughts out of his head and to wake up. He sat up, grabbed his pistols and strode out the door purposefully. It wasn't long before he remembered that he had no idea of where he was going. He realized he was hungry, so he might as well start off by looking for a dining room.
For what seemed like hours but could only be minutes, he wandered the endless hallways of the Nautilus before coming to Captain Nemo and Allan Quatermain. "Could you direct me to your dining room?" Huck asked the captain. He was dressed, as always, in his blue and silver outfit. Nemo pointed him in the right direction and, voila, there it was. Huck thought he had been past that room a couple of times, but decided not to worry about it. He was hungry.
He grabbed a plate and shoved some strange looking stuff onto it—maybe fish—and walked over to the table where Skinner was sitting. Well, at least, his coat and sunglasses were. He set down his plate and waited for Skinner to say something, not wanting to be caught talking to thin air. Then Huck almost laughed. That would have been something Tom would've done: outfitted the chair so he thought Skinner was there and then get a good chuckle listening to Huck talk to himself.
"'Lo, Skinner."
"Finn." Gee, he sure was talkative.
"Call me Huck. Hey, I don't mean to be rude, but, uh, how did you get, uh…" Huck gestured around himself.
"Invisible, you mean?" Huck nodded. "Well, it's actually a very interesting story…"
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Huck threw his head back in laughter. "You, you can't be serious!" Huck gasped.
"Now, Huck, would I lie to you? Don't answer that. Yes, I am being perfectly serious when I say she did toss the bag of popcorn over her left shoulder. Of course, being a gentleman, I had to get her another. And she tossed that one over her shoulder too." Skinner looked at his empty glass surprised, as if he had expected it to always stay full. "Hey, be a good lad and pour me another drink, huh, Huck?"
"Nope. Not unless you can stand up and get it yourself, to which I have no proof of." Skinner pursed his lips sourly at Huck and staggered over to the brandy bottle sitting next to Huck's leg. He looked slightly perplexed.
"Now, which one do you think will be the best? The right, left, or middle?" Huck glanced first at Skinner, then the bottle.
"I think maybe you've had enough Skinner. Although, I must compliment you. You're one of the funniest drunks I've ever met." Huck picked up the bottle and carried it back to a cupboard with one of the strongest locks Huck had ever seen.
"Hey, how come you never drink, Huck? You've been with me this entire time, and the strongest I've seen you drink is some of that toxic soup they dare to call coffee."
"My father was a drunk, but wasn't blessed with your good nature. I can't help but worry that I might have picked that up from him, so I just steer clear of alcohol entirely."
"And I bet you don't like the ladies because your father had the disposition to have you, eh? Come now, just one little shot?"
"I will have a shot when you can drink a shot of the coffee with a straight face." Skinner shuddered at the thought.
"Okay, you win for now." Skinner stood up and turned around, facing the near empty dining room. "Good night, all!" and with a flourish he staggered in the general direction of the door.
Huck chuckled lightly to himself, not having felt so lighthearted in a long while. He looked around the room and saw its only other occupant: Mrs. Mina Harker. She was seemingly very interested in her work, but Huck had a feeling that she had been watching them earlier.
Huck got up from his chair and moved down towards her, pulling out a chair, plopping himself down. He sat there for a few moments until she could not help but look up at him. "Yes, Mr. Finn?" her voice scathing.
"I was just wondering what you were doing up so late."
"I happen to be working, if you don't mind." He smirked, and the pencil that was tightly gripped in her fingers cracked.
"Just working, huh? God help the pencils if you should ever get flustered," Huck said, gesturing to the pile of broken pencil pieces sitting next to her. She stayed far too pale for it to be called a blush, but there was slightly more color in her cheeks at this remark. She sighed and put down the pieces of her newest casualty, looking Huck straight in the eye.
"Mr. Q has decided that the task of recruiting the last member of the league is 'too dangerous for a woman, even one such as you," she said, her voice mimicking Quatermain. Huck laughed quietly, reminded again of Mary Jane and her pigheaded need to help.
Mina pursed her lips. "What's so funny, Mr. Finn?"
"Oh, nothin'. You just remind of a girl I once knew. You're a lot like her."
"How?" she asked, curious now.
"You're both just chock full of sand." At her bemused expression he explained, "It means that you're stubborn, and you'll do anything you put you're mind too. An American term. Oh and, uh, by the way, call me Huck. They call me 'Mr. Finn' only when I get licked." Again, she looked confused. Huck laughed. "Never mind. Just remember to call me Huck."
"All right, Huck. Good night to you." As Huck looked after her, preparing to go to his own cabin, he thought to himself. As strange as it was, Mary Jane was still the only person who could ever hold his heart. Huck got up and walked back to his own cabin, knowing that when this was finished he would go and seek her out.
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