I sat here for at least a week, just watching the waves, watching the water come at me and slowly disperse. I was searching for something I didn't even know or looked like, like searching for a needle in a haystack.

The winds became stronger and I shivered like mad, curling in on myself on the bench. The clouds were getting darker as the skies, a low rumble of thunder ascending. Is that why that weird creature came to the surface of the sea? I mean, how deep is the sea?

I peered over the edge, just empty blackness, and foam at the sides of the huge wall. The waters were as mad as how I felt.

"Jim?" That light hearted voice sprang through my ears and I seen the glint of spectacles from the corner of my eye.

I dopily lolled my head to the side, to see Doc holding his baby boy, Delbert junior. His frizz of brown hair fluffed at the front, his dark dog skin starting to get a bit of fuzz. He was in a blue Orbit pram, where the leather hood was made of the leathery skin of an Orcus Galacticus. It shielded baby Del, very well, because he didn't make a sound.

"Your mother told me you've been avoiding this new job," He perked up his glasses, watching the harsh wave's battle against each other. The gusty wind causing Doc's tuff of hair at the top of his head to go askew, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. "Jim, you can do something with your life, now. You're at that age where-"

"Where kids like me can get to work about 10 different jobs a year, have no life and die doing something you wish you hadn't." I huffed, dragging one knee to my chin, watching as in the distant startling lightening glowed at the horizon of the sea. "I don't wanna work at that freak shows place."

"Mr. Plorp is a great antique collector!" Doc chirped up, smiling at baby Del sleeping soundlessly in the pram. "Did you know he collected one of Captain Nathanial Flint's swords? It's very valuable."

I eyed baby Del, knowing he's got at least 16 years to think of what to be, and until then, has nothing major to worry about. "Doc, why did you wanna become an astronomer?"

I watched Doc's face as he pondered in his intelligent mind, his smile brimming. "I was always fascinated with the world, Jim." He used hand gestures, and at this point, and pointed towards the moon. "I mean, Montressor Spaceport, for example. I was always intrigued of how the moon from here looks like an ordinary semi moon. But in fact, the gravity flux and the layer around the Spaceport can let alien folk be around such an area and be able to breathe, jump and not get carried away, and therefore build such a spectacular Port!" He began to speak with such devotion in his voice I felt kind of bad that I have let my mother down, once again.

"I wanted to see the galaxy." I pouted. "But I dunno know what I want to do, anymore. Mom needs me around, I need to stay out of trouble-"

"Jim, you were on the straight and narrow," He looked at me, a small smile that went sour. "Then after the adventure we had, you turned back into your old self." His smile was completely gone. "Your mother wants you back on that path, and it's sad, killing, to see her break her back for you." He got up and itched his head, straightened his collar and smoothed his hair back. "Goodnight, Jim. Amelia and the girls send their love." And he was gone, up the steps with ease with baby Del.

I slumped back, looking at the raging black sea.

Where did that weird creature go? Was it rare? Was that valuable?

With that, I stood up slowly, knowing I can't let my mom down again. So headed for Mr. Plorp's antique shop a few streets down, and then rain just starting to come down in sheets and a low growl of thunder in the air.

"Damn it!"