I made a specific illustration on both Sarah's new looks. I was going to make one for the ship where Jim is currently in right now, but I couldn't finish it in time. I can't fit either pictures or links in here, but they're available in the same story in wattpad, and in my deviantart! Do check it out. I'm really dedicated in this fanfiction. I didn't color the illustration, 'cause I still suck at it.

Out of the shadows, the three voices revealed themselves. John Silver, the cunning, Amelia Smollet, the captain, and Delbert Doppler, the astronomer. The looks on their faces weren't exactly the positive ones, but Jim's was certainly one.

Delbert approached the male with a mini flashlight on his hand. "Hold still, Jimmy," he held the boy by the shoulder to check his eye, which made the boy squint.

"Ah… mhm… you're fine. No damage, no nothing." Delbert reported, and sat down again, resting his back against the steel bars.

"You guys… what are you doing here?" Jim asked, but then more questions popped in his head when he realized the place they were in. The trio were imprisoned in a tiny chamber, and he found the same thing on the rim of the entire floor. It was a floor in a ship specifically designed to bring hostages, with nothing but bars to separate the hostages. Other chambers were filled with other hostages as well, but none of them were known by the boy. In the middle of the room, two staircases were found. One led up to the main deck, and one led to the floor underneath the one they're currently in. A loud washing noise was occupying them from outside, meaning they were on the move.

"Apparently, we have made enemies in our lives, but didn't know we did." Silver chuckled once. "Whoever had brought us here, never liked the things we had done."

Jim turned to his ex-captain, expecting an answer. She scoffed as a starter. "I imagine whoever had dragged me here simply has a smolder to try on, and he, or she, thinks it will work on me," she eyed to the professor, "as I'm a married feline."

"Tish tosh," Delbert replied, smiling slightly. When he turned to Jim, he cleared his throat. "I have no idea why I'm here, Jim."

Jim rolled his eyes around, but then they widened. "Don't you two have kids to take care of?!"

"That's why there's an occupation called 'babysitter', Mr. Hawkins." Amelia crossed her arms, "captaining a ship and take it to numerous places is still in my blood, and I believe my husband would say the same thing, wouldn't he? Although, we never imagined that it would be like this."

"Erhm, correct. That's why we decided to go on a week of vacation, leaving the kids with babysitters."

Jim scoffed at the couple. "And now the ship is taking you, without either of you on the wheel."

"Ya sittin' here with us, Jimbo," Silver retorted, taking off his hat. "What makes ya think you're in a better condition than us, eh?"

Jim groaned in annoyance, accepting his current faith. "Just when I wanted a nice sleep, some guy put a chloroform on my face and took me."

The young boy scanned his surroundings. With the dim lighting, he could see some other prisoners, who didn't necessarily look like prisoners that people would think whenever they think of the word. There was a mix between humans and aliens, varying in forms and size and height.

"Who are these people?" Jim questioned.

"They're my crew," Amelia answered. "Bloody sodding pirates attacked our ship under our radar. We've been taken as hostages, but then again, why, you may ask." The feline shoved her arms together, obviously feeling cold. By instinct, her husband brought her closer to his side.

"We'll never know."

"How long have you all been here?" The boy stood up to see the small round window provided on the wall. He tested the thickness of the glass, and it was proven to be too hard to break. He noticed one thing, the view.

"Me? Several days, I lost count," Silver sighed.

"As for us, um… same. We lost count as well," Delbert responded.

"Thanks to the food they serve to us, which they might've dropped to the ground before being served." Amelia complained, heating herself mentally was the only thing she could do to for now, she thought.

"Hey, we haven't left the planet, though. You guys noticed this?" Jim spoke, pointing at the window.

"Yes, we're only in the middle of the ocean. Joy," Amelia kicked the bar in front of her.

The young boy noticed the amount of sarcasm and complains he'd heard being spat out from the feline's mouth. To keep the optimism running, he decided to look for options. Options that may get everyone out of their cells. It wasn't long until he found one, very much near to him.

"Silver?! Your arm! Can you use it to break the bars?!"

"Nu-uh, Jimbo. Tis crippled," he raised his cybernetic arm. "They rigged it to make sure I won't be able to use it."

"Right…"

The boy tested the bars to see its endurance by shaking it, but it never shook. His mind proposed yet another plan, which would involve teamwork.

"How about we simply push the bars off! Together! All of us!"

"We tried that as well, Jim," Amelia sighed. "Countless times, until Delbert bruised his own shoulder, that's when we stopped."

One after another, Jim proposed a plan, but then either of the three would always propose about the obstacles that they wouldn't be able to overcome. As he kept having his plan rejected, his level of optimism lowered too. Soon, he reached that thin line between the feeling of optimism and desperation. However, this was Hawkins.

He slammed his fists on the cell bars, which sent shock on the three's spines.

"Hawkins! Get a grip, son!" Amelia commanded, trying to reach him while still sitting down. But when she almost reached him, something else happened.

The washing noise produced by the thrusters of the ship lowered down, until there was nothing to hear except the gentle sound of the ocean beneath them. The ship had stopped.

Delbert looked up to hear more clearly. "I mean, if that powerful punch of yours did that, I wouldn't complain."

Footsteps were heard, descending from the staircase that connected the deck and the room they're in. Two men, dressed in clothing pirates would usually wear, appeared. They shot a glare when they noticed the newest addition of the cell had woken up. Jim thought they were going to have a conversation or two, but they continued stepping down the staircase to the lower level of the ship.

"Where are they goin', eh?" Silver asked.

Soon, his answer came up. From the lower floor, they heard an engine that was brought to life, and a sound of a washing solar thruster being used.

"The lower level is the level for the ship's secondary solar boat," Delbert stated. "They're gone to somewhere, scouting ahead, most likely."

Seeing no more plan to think of, Jim grudgingly sat down, shoving his back against the bars in the process. He palmed his hands and saved them in his pocket, and that's when he noticed the existence of the pendant he had around his neck. He examined the item for a second before flipping it open. The first projection it showed was the last recording session it took, so it displayed the mermaid he once knew.

"I guess, say cheese?"

"Cheese?"

"Oh my… lad, ya been after someone, huh?" Silver gave Jim a push on the shoulder.

"W-Wait, I have no idea who this is!"

"Hah! Mumbo jumbo, ya speakin'. Who's the lass—" Silver cut himself when he saw something particularly jaw-dropping from the projection. Her tail.

"Goodness gracious… Jim, is that a mermaid? That's a spot in a lifetime!" Delbert stated, "I knew they exist!"

"Jim, who's the lucky lass?" Amelia asked.

"Guys, guys," he shut the pendant. "I have no clue who that was."

"Ah shut the bickering, lad! That was you, telling her to say cheesy cheese!" Silver laughed. "Come on, I'm up for some stories!"

"I…" Jim turned on the projection again, examining the female in question deeper. "I mean, she does seem familiar."


The serenity above the ocean was flawless. There was nothing interfering anything. The life above the water seemed to be in a tranquility, except there's none. That is, until a solar boat made the water ripple a little by passing by on a ludicrous speed.

"You sure we're still on the correct path?!" Sarah asked, nearly yelling due to the wind they're slicing through.

"Yes! Just keep going straight for the next… ten miles! I only see a straight trail of solar particles up ahead," Ben replied, who was holding onto the boat's nose as a true navigator.

"And how long until we cover ten miles with this speed, exactly?!"

"Within the next… ten minutes!" Ben turned around. "So, a nice cruise up ahead."

"Right…" Sarah twisted a certain lock on the control sticks she was grabbing, which tightened the joints, allowing her to take her hands off without lowering down the power on the thruster.

Here they were, the rescue team, gliding on a solar boat that never saw the outer world for years. The Hawkins have always had this boat in their inn, but they never stumbled upon the need to use it. So, it faced years of isolation in the garage, until, Jim was kidnapped.

Ariel seemed to be the passenger who was enjoying the flight to the fullest. She never knew the sensation of speed would be so addicting. The fastest animals she'd ever seen to go on a speed this fast was sword fish, which, back in her kingdom, was not really the common species to see. And this moment certainly toppled her other experiences involving speed. She grew addicted to the sensation. The wind in her hair, everything moving in a quick phase (even though there was only the water to see), the unknown ahead of them, each of these made her fall in love with the world up above already.

"Enjoying the journey, so far?" Sarah asked the girl.

"Are you kidding me?" Ariel laughed. "This is the best day ever!"

"Let's not forget the fact that we don't have much time to find Jim before it turns into the worst day ever, Ariel." Sebastian reminded, and she didn't seem to be pleased in hearing it.

"Thanks for reminding," she crossed her arms.

Morph noticed the annoyance the crab had caused. Feeling annoyed too, he formed himself into another Sebastian.

"You're welcome," Morph said in his squeaky voice, imitating the crab.

"Shut up, will you?" Sebastian turned around.

In the meantime, Ben had nothing else to do. Engaging a conversation was the best option he had, so he decided to bring up the attire Sarah was in. The woman who had always worn dresses in her life was now wearing something different, something that would at least give more mobility, since she was jumping into a rescue mission. On top, she had a dark brown leather jacket, very much styled to be as close as the ones that pilots would wear, a red scarf wrapped around her neck, and a pair of gloves. On the bottom, she had a light brown trouser, with a pistol satchel strapped onto her right thigh, of course, with a pistol blaster in it.

"I never thought I'd see you wearing something else, Sarah," Ben raised a thumb.

She simply smiled. "You like it?"

"I like anything adventurous, out-going, and in a need to be navigated by me, and I see everything in your attire," Ben gestured to her appearance.

"Hmph. He gave me this,"

"He who, Sarah?" Ariel turned to her.

"Jim's father. He thought we would be able to go exploring together, but that never happened. Therefore, the day where I wore this thing never came too." Sarah ran her fingers across the sleeve of her jacket. Even with the age of it, smoothness was still felt.

"Ariel," Sarah called, "I think it's time for us to think about your plan."

The fellow gulped. "O-Okay."

"Ben, is it possible for a person to retrieve his memory back?" Sarah asked.

"Statistically speaking, we're talking about a very tiny number. However, that is, if the person simply resumes his life 'normally'. So, therefore, there'd be lots of familiar things that could trigger his brain to remember. But with our limited time, another concussion is probably needed." Ben shrugged, unsure of his own answer.

"So you're saying we hit the boy again in the head?" Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

"Mhm. But first, we'll see if Jim can retrieve his memory back by simply," he gestured at Ariel. "Seeing her again. I mean, you specifically did mention that his memory was erased. By. Magic. And magic is out of my knowledge, I have no idea how magic works."

"… I still believe he remembers," Ariel said sternly.

Sarah placed a hand on her shoulder. "What makes you so sure, dearie?"

"I just do," she frowned a little. "Like I said, he just needs a little kick. That's all."

Her optimism earned herself a salute from the woman once again. Firming her hold on her, Sarah twitched a smile to form a smile, until something came from the opposite direction of where they were headed in a blinding speed.

The speed of the unknown object made their solar boat wobble from left to right. With no control, all of the passengers fell into the boat. When they recovered themselves, Morph transformed into a binocular, and placed himself in Sarah's grip. The unidentified object was a mere dot on the horizon, so she used Morph instantly to see the object.

"It's a… boat, heading that way," she pointed, putting Morph away. But then, when she caught a weird movement of the object, she used the binocular again.

"It's heading this way now!" Sarah exclaimed.

"It's what?" Ariel asked, rubbing her bruised cheek.

"I said, it's heading this way! It's chasing us!" With rush, she put Morph away to grab the rifle blaster in the boat. She gave the pistol blaster from her satchel to Ariel to have more fire power.

"Remember my quick lesson, Ari?" She reminded.

"That was barely any lesson!" Sebastian retorted from the bottom of the boat, hiding.

"Speak for yourself, crab! Don't fall into the water, no one will notice!" She warned before standing up to see the unwelcomed guest. It was a mere dot in the horizon, but it expanded in size. In the middle of its way, the hostile fired a shot from behind. Sarah saw this coming, so she pulled both Ben and Ariel to duck.

They missed.

"That's our signal," she turned to Ariel. "Keep your head down, and pull the trigger once you have a clear shot, okay?"

Seriousness filled the girl. "Okay!"

Before they could even set into position, another shot of plasma laser was fired from the other boat. Soon, the crossfire initiated. With a ludicrous speed they're going, a simple aim was not enough. Estimating had to be performed well if they wanted their shot not to miss. However, both Sarah and Ariel kept finding their shots missing. To make life harder, the enemy maneuvered in zig-zag.

"Darned useless…" Sarah cursed behind a cover, before peeking out to shoot again. With an eye widely opened, she aimed the pointy iron sight of her rifle to the person sitting on the hostile boat. Even with their gap closing and closing, whatever shooting them from that boat was not getting easier to aim at. However, she kept trying, nonetheless, until one of her shot hit the enemy's sail.

Sarah opened her remaining eye, face expressing a new idea.

"Ariel, shoot at the sails!"

She raised a brow. "W-Why?"

"Just do it!" Sarah flipped her body to set herself on the driver's position, and retracted their own sails down. Power was down because of that action, obviously. But she didn't turn down the thrusters under the boat, helping it float. Done with that, she returned to her cover, only to find out Ariel was doing quite the job when she saw the holes on the enemy's sail.

"Good work, Ariel!" She joined the crossfire again. With the sail being the biggest object, they managed to deal a severe damage on the enemy's boat, until it slowed down, a torrent of water swallowing it once it touched the water.

"Yes!" Sarah cheered, placing herself on the driver's position again. "Oh… I never thought that would be so… exciting, huh?" She deployed the sails once again and turned to Ariel, who was wincing in pain. Sarah was quickly alarmed, and checked the girl for the source of the pain she was suffering.

"Were you hit?" She asked. The girl bobbed slowly, and she took off her hand which was covering her waist area. There was a burn mark on it. Sarah took a little gasp at the horrifying sight.

"Oh no," Ben spoke.

"What? What happened?" Sebastian hopped from the floor of the boat to Ariel's lap. "Oh no, Ariel, that can't be good."

Everyone was obviously concerned, but it wasn't what Ariel wanted. She gently fixed her position before waving it off. "Ah… it's fine. I've experienced worse."

The mother figure carefully examined the wound. The part of the dress that covered the area where she was hit was burned off, with nothing remaining but a burnt cloth, which immediately crumbled down Sarah touched it. The shot had apparently left a red mark on her delicate skin, and it sent a sting when Sarah touched it with a finger.

"It's… really fine, guys. Think of it as a memory," Ariel shrugged.

"You really do not want us to worry over you, do you?" Sarah's eyes met with hers.

"I appreciate all of you doing that, but, agh!—" she hissed.

"Ariel, I can find a way to heal you in my database, just give me a minute—"

"No, Ben," she pointed forward, and everyone looked to that direction. It shocked them to see the amount of miles they've covered within the past minutes when they saw that tiny speck on the sky just below the clouds. It was a ship.

"We haven't got much time," Ariel said, one eye shut, enduring the pain.

Virtually, Ben scanned for the trail of solar particles. A trail of solar particle was right above them, and it stopped right at the tail of that ship. "That's the ship that has Jim in it."

"Sarah! Lower the altitude, we need to stay under their radar!" Ben commanded, and Sarah did right as was told. She lowered their altitude, until there was only a couple of inches between the boat and the water beneath. It didn't take long for the squad to realize that the hull of the ship had an opening, a door, specifically designed to deploy a secondary solar boat.

"Am I just imagining or is there an… opening on the hull of that ship?" Sebastian asked the experts around.

"That scout boat must've come from this exact ship," Sarah concluded. "That's good news for us. When we ascend to reach the ship, we won't be considered as a hostile in their eyes." A smile of proudness formed on her face.

"I would recommend ascending vertically, and I mean vertically, to avoid visual contact. They wouldn't be happy to see an adult woman, a girl, and a robot in a solar boat infiltrating their ship," Ben explained. "So we stop right below the ship, and we ascend slowly."

"Aye Aye, captain," Sarah answered.

Once reaching right at the point where the ship was above their heads, Sarah shut down the engine and transmitted the power only on the thrusters on the hull of the boat. Slowly but surely, they were ascending.

"Right… we find Jim, grab him, and leave," Sarah explained.

Hearing the very simple plan, Ariel was unsure of a great chance of success. "I don't think it will be that—ugh!" She winced, "easy."

"What if things go south?" Ben crossed his arms.

"We… go south as well, I suppose," Sarah gestured to her weapons.

The ship they were ascending to was getting closer and closer each second. With ease, their boat entered the opening. Initiated by instinct, Sarah took one of the ropes functioned to hang the boat right away. Seeing this, Ben did the same on the other side, until it was safe to kill the engine.

Leave the hull open. We need to get out as fast as we can once we have Jim,' Sarah commanded after leaping onto the metal floor provided in the tiniest voice possible. She helped Ariel afterwards and Ben. The only members left were Sebastian and Morph.

'Seb, you coming?'

'I will uh… stay here, I think' Sebastian replied. 'I won't be much of a good help.'

'Fine. Morph, come here,' Sarah gestured, so the alien did as told. 'Turn yourself into anything useful when you can, okay?' Smiling, she tickled the alien a little. In response, he replied "yes ma'am" is his squeaky voice.

With everyone ready, Sarah slowly led everyone slowly, cheek planted onto the base of the stock and both eyes opened for maximum area coverage. As soundless as possible, she carefully looked at her steps while heading to the stairs up ahead. Ariel and Ben tried to mimic the woman's movement as much as they could.

They stopped at the base of the stairs, as it was signaled by Sarah. Being in charge of the small pack, she advanced forward on the staircase to scan the surroundings of the next floor first. Slowly, she looked at every angle she could, but the blinding light above her that came from the upper deck didn't help much. So, to peek thoroughly, she had to pop her head out. Darkness was seen, with small windows around the room she was scanning providing dim lighting.

She gasped slightly to see so much figures in a room, and seeing them behind bars didn't help much either, although this must be the room she was after.

'Jim must be here…'

She gestured both Ariel and Ben to come up when she's reached the floor. Her presence wasn't really noticed by the people around her, as they might think it was the same person who just left the ship minutes ago. But one started to question when she saw an oddity.

"Who are you?"

A feminine voice called from a direction in the room. Hearing this, and actually recognizing this voice, Sarah approached the source of the voice.

"A-Amelia?!" She breathed a gasp. "D-Delbert?!"

"Oh my, Sarah, looking dashing," Amelia complimented her attire.

"S-Sarah! Get us out of here!" Delbert pleaded, trying to reach her from the bars. When Ariel saw the woman speaking with some other people she didn't know, she walked over to her to find out. But, it didn't take long for her to spot the love of her life, sleeping next to a large man who happened to be asleep as well.

"J-Jim!" Ariel breathed his name.

Amelia turned to the girl, and mouthed an 'oh'. "Jim, your girlfriend is here," she kicked the boy before accepting Sarah's rifle. Having more knowledge in weapons, Amelia switched the rifle's mode into welding mode. She used it to melt the lock, and within seconds, it was already in a weak state, allowing her to barge out with a powerful kick.

"Finally! Freedom!" Amelia exclaimed.

"Amelia, what are you doing here? Why are you here?" Sarah asked, still very much puzzled with the additional members. Hearing her, she chuckled before the other prisoners were starting to realize the fact that their captain was no longer behind bars. They started pleading for freedom that they could give, making Amelia have to raise her volume.

"These are my crew, Sarah. Pirates raided us, and took us in. Weird action, but I'm no complainer. You happen to see any weaponry?"

"I think I see some downstairs… why?"

"Why? We're going to kick some arses, that's why, Sarah!" She laughed a little, before pointing at a lock of a cell and shooting it, which sent shock to everyone in the room. But it also broke the lock, allowing the men inside it to go out. They cheered happily. Sarah's jaw dropped when she did that.

"Be alive for once in your life, will you, Hawkins?" She pressed the woman's shoulder. "The moment when you feel really alive is when you're that close with death," Amelia raised an arm and pressed her thumb with her index finger to show the amount of 'gap' that existed between those fingers to Sarah.

"T-That's the worst advice I've ever heard in my entire life, Smollet!" She replied with hesitance.

"Very well! I'm not forcing you, it's up to you."

Amelia walked past Sarah to free the others, who was arguing with herself of whether she should jump into the unplanned combat or not. She knew with the sound Amelia's crew was producing right now, someone was going to check from the main deck. She turned around to see Ben, already posing poses with a rifle that he'd received from Amelia.

Meanwhile, Ariel knelt down in front of a sleeping Jim Hawkins. His appearance brought a touch of joy onto his heart. The large man next to him was who she thought was Silver, the closest person to a proper father figure in Jim's life. The closeness between the two warmed her heart, but she had to wake him up right now. Sure, she got hours, but efficiency had to be applied.

"Jim…" she shook his leg. "Wake up."

"Mmm…"

"Jim, please, wake up."

The voice soon woke him up. His eyes were slowly peeling open, and they only saw a blurry picture with a red tint on it. To gain vision, he scrunched his eyes. Those gray-blue eyes immediately widened when she welcomed him.

"Hey…" Ariel smiled.

"Ah…" Jim turned to his left, seeing pretty much everyone was free. "Huh? Why's everyone out? How? Wait, mom?!"

"Your mother, Ben, and I came to rescue you," she smiled warmly.

"A-And… who are you exactly?"

Her heart dropped to hear the sentence, but she endured it. "My name is Ariel, we've met before," her voice started to sound desperate, even with her best effort to cover it. "We're great friends!"

"I'm not sure if you—"

"Ah… the lass in the flesh, I see,"

It turned out that Silver had woken up in silence. The two were trapped in their own world, that they didn't notice the cyborg who had woken up.

"Ah, and we're free too! Mind me not, son," he patted the boy on the shoulder as he stood up. "I've got a battle to attend, but do use your time, lad."

With that, he walked out of the cell. Ariel was fascinated by the accent he was speaking, but she trapped herself to the objective first. With haste, she grabbed Jim's pendant and flipped it open, and it surprised her a little to see her recording opened first. However, opening the pendant meant she had to lean in closer to the boy. She didn't mind the close gap, but the boy was certainly feeling 'hotter' in the cell.

"That's me! Don't you remember?"

"I guess, say cheese?"

"Cheese?"

"I can see t-that is you miss," Jim fixed his position to have a little more gap between him and the mysterious girl. "But I don't see you… in my memory."

"LADS! LISTEN UP!" Amelia called, and the two's attentions turned to her. She was surrounded by her crew already, each of them possessing a weapon to shoot. "WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A SWEET PAYBACK BY TAKING THIS SHIP OVER! Although, if you can, please do not make their blood spill onto the floor, bloods are hard to clean. But I'll tell you what I'd like to see! Their bloody arse floating on the ocean where our ship ended up! LET'S GO!"

With that being exclaimed, Amelia charged towards the main deck, and the sound of a typical onboard combat took place. Jim felt an urge to join the battle, but the girl in front of him seemed to be not allowing him.

"Miss, I need to—"

"My name is Ariel," She cut sharply.

"A-Ariel! I need to go out there! My mother is out there, joining too! I must look after her!"

"N-No, you don't understand," she took a grip on his biceps, tears starting to form on her eyes. "I need you, Jim."

"And why do you need me, exactly?"

"I… uh… I made a deal with someone, so I could become like you. A human." She replied with stutters with a tiny hope that he'd understand. "In the deal, I have to… I have to kiss you, my true love, before sunset. Or else, my soul will be kept in prison forever. Please, Jim, I've known you for long enough to realize that you... stole my heart. I just hope that…" she touched his chest. "You'd share the same feelings as well," she smiled endearingly.

He was clearly touched, knowing that he's special in her eyes. "A-Ariel… I really appreciate that, but still—"

"GAH!"

A loud crashing noise was heard from his left. When he turned, he saw Silver being pinned down by an alien near the staircase, who was ready to land a blow on Silver's head with the stock of his rifle. By reflex, he pulled the gun that Ariel possessed, and shot the Alien right on the rifle, cancelling his action. Silver saw this opportunity, and landed a punch hard enough to put his enemy into sleep.

"Thanks Jimbo, though I'd appreciate it if you can… resume your romantic life later on," Silver advised before walking back up to the main deck where the real battle was.

"Ariel, that's my cue. I really need to go," he stood up.

"No, no, no, please!"

He ignored the girl and ran out of the cell. When she tried to reach him, the pain near on her wound prevented her. Judging from her state, she was clearly in a bad shape. She was alone, but was she?

She broke into tears, but her eyes opened to a squeaky voice she was fond of.

Morph.

He transformed himself into a patch when he attached himself onto the wound she had. In a way, he dropped his own his temperature, giving a cool sensation on Ariel's wound.

"Strongy strong, Ariel," Morph reminded.

A smile of gratitude curled on her lips. "T-Thank you Morph."

Every fibre of her being shook in fire, she was joining the battle. She had to make sure the love of her life survive the battle, after all.