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.
It turns out that the thin crescent really wasn't the moon at all. It was a large city with no natural ground. Every building seemed to be built on top of another. Vehicles flew by overhead, from which many creatures found it necessary to shout insults down at some one, or sometimes groups of people. Ellen frowned at this and hurried the doctor and Jim along. She knew where the ship was—it had been her to make the arrangements, with the doctor's money of course. It felt good to be back in a spaceport. She always felt somehow safe in port, with all the ships around her. She wondered if she'd feel safe while actually on a ship, being that it had been so long since her last voyage.
Jim softly elbowing her side interrupted her thoughts. Is that it? he asked pointing just ahead of them to a magnificent vessel. The three main masts each were decorated with gold designs, and the navigation deck was painted a blinding white. The colors under which this ship sailed made Ellen feel more foreign than she had ever felt because she had not seen that flag before.
Yes, that's it, she answered him, It's the RLS Legacy. Now let's get aboard. She looked around and noticed the doctor was off somewhere else. She sighed and dragged Dr. Doppler away from a salesman who was offering some crappy merchandise that would cost close to nothing in a market.
She was some how able to get them both safely on the ship without much delay—MUCH. A huge rock-like man stopped them before they found the captain. We learned that the Captain was a female feline by the name of Amelia Smollet and that the rock-like fellow was the first mate, Mr. Arrow. Amelia Smollet is the most insufferable woman that Ellen had ever had to work for. She kept this to herself.
As the captain lead them to her cabin—because of Dr. Doppler's stupidity—Ellen looked around to find that the crew was very suspicious and some of them were quite familiar to her. She recognized them, mostly, but didn't say anything. She didn't want to start a ruckus and postpone the voyage.
Doctor, Captain said interrupting Ellen's thoughts when they were safe in her cabin, To blabber about a treasure map in front of this particular crew reveals a level of ineptitude that borders on the imbecilic… She paused because she remembered that he was her guest aboard this ship. …and I mean that is a very caring way. As soon as he made a move to argue she silenced him. Please, I'd just feel better if I said this now. I don't very much care for this crew you hired…Where's is the map, by the way. She rushed out of the subject before Delbert could argue with her.
The doctor and Ellen both looked at Jim. He had no intention of giving it up. Ellen elbowed him sharply. Give it to her she snapped quietly.
He sighed and tossed it at her, though he purposely tossed it to the side. She caught it just as it passed her shoulder with a hand movement that was just barely visible. She inspected the sphere and her cat-ears perked up. The ball was soon tucked away in her wardrobe. I most likely do not need to say this to you Miss Livesey, for I have heard from the crew that you are quite experienced with them, she paused as she locked the door of her wardrobe, but as a review for you and an order for Mr. Hawkins, you are to refer to me as Captain or Ma'am. Is that clear?
Aye Captain, Ellen said, saluting. It had been such a long time since she had said that, it felt good now. Jim, on the other hand, said nothing.
Mr. Hawkins, Amelia said, expectantly.
Yes Ma'am, he replied quietly.
Good, you shall work for our cook, Mr. Silver, Ellen please over-see the deckhands. Mr. Arrow, take them to the galley.
Jim suddenly gave her his attention. What? he exclaimed, The cook? He was obviously not pleased with this decision.
Thank you, Captain, Ellen said, interrupting him slightly. They both exchanged glances. Jim with a smug expression, Ellen with a cheerful one.
