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: Thank you, Minke, who explained the difference between cardiac arrest and stroke. I'll keep that in mind, but I'd rather not change it in the story, being that I like to look back on old writings and one day I'll read this again and remember. Thanks, though.

The Benbow inn was a home not only for weary travelers, but Sarah and Jim had lived there for the better part of their lives. Sarah was just getting a handle on the finances and the customers. She was quite used to being a waitress, and she would most likely miss it. She hadn't blamed Jim; she would never have done that. It wasn't his fault, but, as they all gathered in Dr. Doppler's study, Jim stood as if he took a torch and dropped it on the inn himself. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, and he looked very hurt. Thus, he stood against the wall as Sarah and Delbert talked out things.

Ellen felt very out of place there. She had no real reason to stay, but she did. She had a great amount of pity for Jim. Maybe he's why she was sticking around. It's not your fault, she said, don't be so hard on yourself.

He didn't answer right away. He picked up the little gold sphere—which was wrapped in cloth in the earlier chapter—and started pressing buttons on it's surface. Maybe if, for once, I didn't screw up, he began, I'd be at home right now. I should've left that old man out there.

She was very near to smacking him for that. You did the right thing, she hissed, I'll be damned if you have any right to feel guilty about it.

He remained silent, examining the little ball. One more button and it clicked and changed. The creases in the bands around it deepened. He took one side and spun it. Whoa, he muttered, Ellen, look at this. He turned it and spun a different part.

Ellen looked over his shoulder and saw him messing with it. You're clever, she said, I would've never thought to—

The thing clicked again and a green light spilled from its surface and filled the room. A net of lines ran across the walls. These lines were what we, today, call latitude and longitude. This attracted immediate attention from Sarah and the doctor.

It's a map, Delbert stated, obviously astounded, Look! Here's us, Montressar. He touched a planet as many of them filled the space in the room. They all rushed behind him. He named a few as the glowing lights passed. The coral galaxy, he said, giddy as a schoolboy with a lollypop.

The last of the lights disappeared and one large, glowing sphere filled the map. It was a medium sized planet with two rings that circled around it in a pattern resembling that of Flint's Jolly Roger. What's this? Delbert said, then he tried to guess. It's…it's.

Treasure Planet, said Ellen and Jim, simultaneously, That's Treasure Planet!

No! said Delbert astounded once again, Flint's trove? The loot of a thousand worlds? Do you realize what this means?

It means that all that treasure is— Jim began.

Only a boat ride away, Ellen finished for him. Her eyes and smile widened greatly. This is one thing she'd waited her whole life for.

I'll finance the voyage, Doppler announced, I'll hire a captain and a crew. He got a bag and scooped some junk off his desk into it. The he grabbed a toothbrush, which was strangely in a cup on to of a stack of books. Finally I have an adventure looking me in the face!

Sarah was less than happy about this. STOP, for a second! she demanded, No way! You are not going halfway across…Ow! I have a headache.

Ellen pouted; she wouldn't yet resort to begging. Please? she said, loudly.

Wait, Sarah said, I'm not your mom.

Oh, I know, Ellen said, I was going to go whether you said yes or not. But Jim needs your permission, so…PLEASE?

Sarah sighed and rubbed her head. This is ridicules, she said, completely insane. No way am I letting you go, Jim. It's too dangerous. This definitely was a mother speaking.

Mom! Jim started, Please? Look—He sighed, trying to think, --You could rebuild the Benbow one hundred times if we got that treasure. I know I'm a screw up sometimes, but this voyage…This could be my chance to make it up to you. Nothing has seemed so right to me. I want to be able to go back to the Benbow again….please? The look on his face was priceless. Such a puppy-dog-pout if I ever saw one.

Ellen it to be her turn. Sarah was on the verge of saying yes; she just needed a little push. Mrs. Hawkins, Ellen said, I'm an ex-sailor myself, and the discipline that he'd build up on that ship is certain to keep from being a troublemaker anymore.

Delbert cut in as well. You've said yourself, he said, you've tried everything. This could be the remedy.

Sarah sighed. Are you guys saying this because it's the right thing, she started, or because you both really want to go.

Ellen and the doctor exchanged glances. We really, really, really, really, really want to go! Ellen said.

And it's the right thing, Delbert added, hopefully. The three of them looked at Jim. Sarah nodded reluctantly and sat down.
You can…go, she said, but for god's sake, if you hurt yourself, you're so grounded!

Yes! Jim and Ellen said high-fiving.

Well, I'll make the preparations at once, Delbert said, Soon, we'll all be off to the Spaceport. He pointed out his window to a slim crescent that Ellen had thought was the moon.