NOTICE! I do not own anything in this fanfiction, save for two characters.
What took me so long? Two words: Meebo. Chatroom. I got hooked! I met someone, too... Well, nevermind that. Read on, friends, read on!
The sun slowly beamed into the Resting Quarters through the grate door above. None of the crew members inside woke up, however.
Hogarth was sleeping in the hammock below Zoffski. Not for long, though, because Zoffski's foot subconsciously slipped out of his hammock and dangled in front of Hogarth's face! The boy woke up from the stench, falling out of the hammock. Half-asleep, he put on one of his shoes.
He reached for the other shoe, but suddenly, something on a long, metallic rope grabbed the shoe and pulled it to a space amongst a bunch of crates. Hogarth heard some metallic snickering.
"GIR?" Hogarth asked. He sighed, and stumbled over to the crates. He looked in. "GIR, knock it off. It's too early for this."
But GIR had walked around to the other side, behind Hogarth. He held the shoe like he was readying a battering ram, and...
KICK!
Hogarth fell into the middle of the crates with a thud! "Hey! GIR!"
GIR stuck his tongue out at Hogarth, cackled, and ran up the stairs. Hogarth put his shoe on and ran after the little robot to the door to the doctor's office!
GIR had closed the grate door behind him, but when Hogarth got there, GIR opened the door again, holding a water pistol!
SQUIRT!
Hogarth wiped the water off his face to find GIR closed the door again! "That's it, you little tin can!" Hogarth laughed, opening the door and running into the room.
The office was empty. Or so it seemed. GIR had to be here somewhere! Hogarth looked around slowly, then walked over to a dark corner. There was a mop and a bucket.
At least, it looked like a bucket.
Hogarth looked a little closer, and... "HA!" he laughed, "Busted!" The bucket was GIR! He had his head exposed and his eyes closed, he was hiding the rest of his body behind the mop, and since the corner was so dark, that covered everything else. Hogarth tackled the prototype, both of them laughing their heads off.
Then they heard something. There were people talking, and... Someone was coming down the stairs!
Hogarth, not knowing what else to do, pulled his friend into a nearby apple barrel. He watched through one of the container's knot-holes, making sure that GIR kept quiet.
Outside, he saw Salacious, El Gigante, and Wapol. They seemed to be complaining to someone, but who? Hogarth couldn't see who they were arguing with.
"Look," said Salacious, "All I'm saying is, we're sick of all this waiting! I mean, there's only three of them!"
El Gigante just grunted in agreement since he had no ability to speak.
"We would LIKE to MOVE!" Wapol snapped.
Suddenly, a plump, oddly-colored hand shook its fist at them. It was Jumba's!
"Do NOT move until we have found the treasure!" he snapped back.
Hogarth stared out of the peephole in disbelief! What were they talking about? What'd they mean, "move"?
Randall snuck up from behind Jumba. "I say we bump 'em all off now." said the reptile, putting a scaly hand on the hilt of his knife.
The doctor grabbed Randall by the neck and looked him in the eye! "I will say what we will do!" he growled, "Disobey my orders again, like that stunt you pulled with Mud, and you will JOIN HIM!" At "join him", Jumba tossed Randall at the barrel Hogarth and GIR were hiding in. Fortunately, they weren't found out...
But Hogarth now had a new question on mind. "That stunt you pulled with Mud"? Did that mean Randall was responsible for Mud's death...?
"You talk big," Randall hissed, getting up off the ground, "but I know something..." As he spoke, he reached into the barrel, missing the two hiding in there. It was searching for an apple, apparently. Thinking quickly, Hogarth held up an apple, which Randall grabbed and pulled out.
"Do you have something to say, Boggs?" Jumba asked.
Randall grinned. "It's that kid," he said, "I think you have a soft spot for him..." He stabbed a rotted part of the apple to get his point across.
Everyone looked at Jumba, their curiosity piqued. The doctor looked around angrily. He was scared, but he was a pretty good actor. "Now mark my words, all of you! I care about only ONE THING: Gold. Roger's. Trove! You think I would risk it all for the sake of some nose-wiping little welp?"
Hogarth was shocked. Jumba was after Gold Roger's Trove? Then he was right about the doctor, after all? This was the same alien that attacked George Liquor and the Inn? But he didn't seem that brutal before. Why not?
"Uh, what was it again?" Randall wondered aloud, "Oh, yeah! 'You are a wonderful young human'!"
"SHUT UP!" Jumba roared, "I simply acted that way so he wouldn't suspect. But I have NOT gone soft."
This was too much for Hogarth to take in. It was true. Jumba was just another pirate, or close enough to one, anyway. No one to be friends with.
"LAND HO!"
Hammer Bro's voice rang from on deck. Everyone rushed up the stairs, including GIR, who jumped out of the barrel, leaving poor Hogarth lost in shock...
"Hahaha! There it is!" Hammer Bro cackled, pointing ahead excitedly, "Feast your eyes, fellas!"
Everyone leaned over the side of the ship and looked. Sure enough, there it was: Treasure Island!
The place looked deserted, but that was the wonder of it; the crew members could smell the aromas of adventure and treasure coming off of the island!
Jumba was the most excited! His four eyes widened and he reached down, searching for his quadroculars (four-eyed binoculars). They weren't in his pockets. "Where are my quadroculars?" Jumba muttered.
Hogarth slowly crawled out of the barrel. He looked around. No one was in the room. He walked up to the stairs, then started to charge up them--
He stopped. There was a very surprised Jumba standing at the top of the stairs! He had come looking for his quadroculars.
"Hogarth!" was all that came out of Jumba's mouth. The doctor knew why Hogarth had that frightened look on his face. Hogarth heard everything, and now Jumba knew it.
There was a little silence, then the alien looked around to make sure the captain and Chopper weren't looking. He then started down the stairs towards Hogarth. He chuckled, though inside, of course, he was ticked! "Playing games," Jumba said in a deadly calm tone, "I see?"
"...Yeah," Hogarth said, sensing Jumba's anger, "Yeah, we're playing games."
"Oh, that is a shame," Jumba said, charging his plasma cannon up behind his back, "I was never too good at games... I always hated to lose..."
Hogarth reached behind him, grabbing a convenient wrench that one of the pirates left behind. "Yeah," he said, "me TOO!" With that, he slammed the wrench over Jumba's head! CLANG! The doctor stumbled a bit as Hogarth ran up the stairs.
Jumba groggily walked up the stairs and looked from the top of them for Hogarth, only to find that he ran into the captain's quarters to tell Midna. "Oh!" Jumba exclaimed in disgust. He then took out a small whistle and blew.
"CHANGE IN PLAN, GENTLEMEN!" he shouted, pulling out his machette, "WE MOVE NOW!"