The boy jumped up and shouted, "Janna! Morph, leave her alone!"
Janna laughed as she gently pushed the shapeshifter away. "Hi again, Morphy"
The boy frowned slightly. "How do you know his name? He belonged to a man named Silver before me."
Janna smiled. "John Silver is the owner of the Spyglass."
The boy's eyes widened. "Silver's here?!"
Janna nodded. "Yeah, he's working in the kitchen." Morph shrieked and flew toward the kitchen door as soon as she said that.
The boy and Janna both took off running after him. They almost caught him before they slammed into the kitchen door. It opened and they fell inside the kitchen. As they lay on the floor, stunned, a voice asked, "Are you kids alright?" the man pulled Janna up then helped the boy. He frowned as he turned to Janna. "Jan" he snapped "Why were ya runnin'?" She explained and he turned to the boy.
He stopped short and stared. "Jimbo?" he breathed.
The boy stared at Silver. "Silver?!" He squeezed the cyborg in a huge hug.
Silver hugged him back tightly. "Oh, Jim, I missed ya!"
Jim smiled up at Silver with tears in his eyes. "I missed you too, Silver."
Jannafrowned slightlyat them. "Grandpa? Jim, how do you two know each other?"
Silver smiled at her. "It's a long story, Jan. We haven't seen eachother fer three years!"
Jim looked up, surprised. "Silver's your grandfather, Janna?"
"Yeah."
Suddenly the other members of Jim's group came into the kitchen. The robot ran and grabbed Jim around the neck.
"Jimmy! Are you okay?!"
Jim tried to pull B.E.N. off of himself. "Yes, B.E.N. I'm fine. Now would you please let go of me?!" B.E.N. let go instantly. "Whoops! Sorry, Jimmy! I guess I kinda get carried away, huh?"
"Huh, tell me about it,"Jim muttered.
The Felinid woman looked closely at Silver. "Mr. Silver?!" it exclaimed.
"Uh...aye, Cap'n."
The Felinid's eyes flashed and it stomped toward him while saying, "Why you theiving, good-for-nothing pirate! I should take you to the authorities right now!"
Both Jim and Janna quickly stepped in front of Silver. The alien frowned and said, "Move aside, James. You too, young lady." They didn't move. "James, get out of my way," the alien snapped.
Jim swallowed. "I'm sorry, Captain, but I can't let you do it."
Janna looked at him in surprise. "Captain?" she whispered.
The woman heard and snapped, "Thats Captain Amelia Doppler to you, girl."
Janna saluted. I'm sorry, Captain Amelia, but I cannot let you take my grandfather to the police."
The captain stopped and stared at Janna. "Your grandfather?"
Janna nodded. "Yes, Ma'am. He is my dad's father."
Amelia frowned. "Where did you learn that salute? It is only used by Interstellar Academy students!" Janna sighed. "I was in the Academy, but was thrown out."
"Why were you thrown out?" Janna looked up at Amelia angrily. "Because one of the teachers found out that Silver's my grandfather."
Amelia raised her eyebrows. "They threw you out because of something your grandfather did?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Well. I'm going to have to speak to the Academy's leader about this!"
Silver cleared his throat. "Eh, Cap'n could ya excuse us threefer a few minutes?"
Amelia frowned. "Well...I suppose so. Just don't try anything." She went back out into the dining room and B.E.N. followed behind her.
After they went out, Silver looked at Jim. "Well, Jimbo, do ya think we should tell Janna 'bout the Treasure Planet voyage?"
"Sure." They began and after they were done, Janna smiled at them. "Wow. That was really cool!" "Yeah," Jim agreed, "It was pretty exciting."
Janna grinned. "I especially liked the part where Scroop went spinning out into space. He deserved it." Silver smiled at both of the teens. "I think I'll go see if the Cap'n wants anything."
As soon as he was gone Jim looked at Janna, hurt visible in his eyes. "Why haven't you written or called me, Janna?"
"My mom wouldn't let me. Plus I've been really busy. I have to do all Mom's work now"
"Why?"
"I'd rather not talk about it"
"Oh. Uh, can I ask you something, Janna?"
"Sure."
"How old are you now? I haven't seen you for a few years."
"Sixteen. I'll be seventeen in a few months."
Jim looked surprised. "You don't look like you're sixteen. You look more like you're fifteen!"
"Well, I'm not. How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen."
Janna looked down. "Oh."
"What's wrong?"
Janna looked at him and he saw tears glistening in her eyes. "Jacob would've been eighteen this year." Jim frowned. "What happened to him?"
Janna sighed. "His solar-surfer was hit by a low-flying ship a few years ago. I was there when it happened."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Janna smiled slightly. "Thanks, Jim."