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: Does anyone disagree with my spelling of the planet's name? I'd like to know because I don't really know how it's spelled and spell-check does nothing.
Alright, but I get… He whispered something in her ear. It cause her to raise an eyebrow and almost laugh.
Is that really what you want? she asked, Alright, you've got yourself a deal then. What's our finish-line this time? They shook on it and exchange smiles and nods, you know, the basics of an agreement.
Jim pointed far across the factory, which seemed almost unending. For a solar surfer, it was a rather short distance, actually. At the very edge of the mass of buildings and machines was a rusted old pole that stood alone from all of the others. We have an obstacle course, he announced, Let's say…the first one to touch that pole there wins. Be careful, and may the best man win.
That'd be neither of us, boy, she teased, but I don't think we're allowed to go in that place. Isn't it restricted?
Well that's the adventure in it, Jim said with a smirk, What you scared?
Of what, you? she questioned, In your dreams! I'd just rather not be arrested today…that's all. Her face portrayed a lot more worry than she'd hoped to let on. She had many secrets that she told no one, not even her father, for her sake and theirs.
Don't worry, Jim assured her, There's no one around. If we get in trouble I'll take complete responsibility. I promise. She had no intention of believing that he was lying…and he wasn't, for the most part. But it was because of this promise that the two became friends—in that moment.
They began their race in a few moments afterwards, speaking no more. Ellen again gained the lead early, but this time she was either very determined to win, or very determined to lose. The reason for this I will explain later, but of course, you probably expected that. She turned her head to see how great her lead was, but she didn't see Jim behind her. Wonder in her eyes, she turned back around just in time to see Jim swoop down in front of her. He made a zigzag pattern through a row of columns but still managed to widen his newly achieved lead.
She kicked in the thruster, trying to catch up, but she had fallen too far behind. She made an attempt to follow his moments, but this was difficult because he was showing off a series of tricks that he had created and perfected over the years. She laughed at his assumed arrogance.
A beat later, he grabbed hold of the last pole in the area and swung around it. He was soon passing Ellen in the opposite direction. Looks like I win this time, he said proudly.
She smiled and clapped at his victory—for she thought that it was rightly won. Bravo, Mr. Hawkins, she said teasingly, No more rematches, I think you might get cocky. Their happy conversation was soon cut short, though, by the sound of police sirens. They exchanged glances and sighs as they slowed to a stop to be met by a pair of police officers.
You two are in a restricted area, said one of the robots, your vehicles will be confiscated immediately and you shall be taken to your home. Is she with you Mr. Hawkins?
Ellen looked at Jim with a look of surprise. She hadn't expected that he should be known by the police. You said you'd take the heat, don't forget, she whispered to him.
Don't worry, I'll handle it, Jim assured her, then turned to the two officers, Yes sir, she a new hand at my mother's inn. She took up residence there a week ago. Look, this is my fault. She didn't know this was a restricted area. Don't get her in trouble too.
