Rating: PG-13 (Just because I don't feel comfortable rating this lower than that)
Disclaimer: Ellen is the only character/name I own. Disney owns the rest. Robert Louis Stevenson who wrote the book Treasure Island that this movie is based off of owns Livesey.
Author's note: I'm not too good with detail, but I have been trying, so please tell me how I'm doing.
The adrenaline rushed through him as he flew through the clouds on his solar surfer. Higher and higher he flew straight into the sky and had to close his eyes because of the sun. The air rushed past him and made him so cold he decided to stop. He smiled and retracted the sail, and soon he was free falling towards the earth at an alarming speed. Head first, in fact. His brown jacket and pants fluttered about as he neared being crushed by his acceleration towards Montressar. Ever so much closer and closer until it seemed like he was going to make quite a mess on the planet's surface. At the last possible moment, he released the sail and pulled the surfer into an upright position.
He hollered a shout of enjoyment; the world wouldn't hear him. At least, not the entire world… Little did he know, some one was watching him. The girl who was occupied in that matter had blonde hair, cut in a boy's style. Her eyes were deep blue and her cheek had a short thin scar that was too noticeable for her comfort. She wore a pair of dark green pants and light green shirt that she had torn the sleeves off of. Next to her stood her solar surfer, one of her arm wrapped around it to hold it up. She stared at this daring, crazy boy with a wide smile on her face.
What skill, she thought, I applaud it…Let's play, stranger. She set down her surfer on the edge of the rock wall that she stood on—you could find way too many of those everywhere on this planet—and released the sail. With her feet strapped on, she kicked the thruster and shot forward after him.
Hey! she called when she was close enough behind him—she had a bit of trouble catching up because he was going at very fast rate and there was such a distance between them. Want to race?
He turned his head ever so slightly to look at her. Your on, he said smirking, What's the finish line?
See that gate in front of the old abandoned factory? she asked pointing to a small strip on the horizon, There's the finish.
They both slowed and matched their speed for a few beats. The boy said Ready, the girl said Set. Then they both yelled Go! and took off.
They were flying at full throttle, but she got an easy lead right off. He was still close behind her, though. She hated suspense just for this one reason. She always felt she was going to lose. In fact, sometimes she wanted to lose in games. She just liked giving other people a happy thought. The gap between them widened slightly as the boy fell behind. She thought he was falling back on purpose.
Almost there, she thought seeing the gate come up rapidly. The gap between them widened slowly yet again. She made it first and jumped off her surfer laying it at her feet. About two seconds after that, he came up and did the same, holding his surfer at his side.
Not bad, he said, Where'd you get that surfer?
My father built it for me when I left home to become a…traveler, she replied gazing down at it, It was sort of a going away present, I guess you could say. Yours?
Jim was quite proud of his. He had built it a long time ago. I built it myself, he said, before my father left to show how much of an ass he was. I'm Jim, by the way. Jim Hawkins. He extended a hand to shake.
Ellen, she said, Ellen Livesey. She took his hand and shook it. Pleasure to meet you.
Yep. You have a very nice name.
Yours is kind of funny, she giggled a little. Then she remembered her manners. I mean…it's not funny…It's very fitting…wait…damn.
So I'm the funny one? he muttered, Why don't we have another race? I'll pick the finish line this time okay?
Not a bad idea, she agreed, but how 'bout we make this a kind of wager? If I win I'll get your solar surfer.
Alright, but I get… He whispered something in her ear. What was it? How will there race end? Must I ask stupid questions? You may find out tomorrow….or whenever…
