A/N:

Alright, I changed the summery for this chapter. Shoot me. Well, I really liked this one, hope you do to or whatever…

Disclaimer: Man, these things get boring, don't they? OK, I don't own Treasure Planet or anything in the movie. But If I did… oh the possibilities…

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Someone once said that emotions can be hard to understand. Feelings, especially if felt for another person, are most likely to be so. They can swirl around in your mind until you can't take it anymore and have to figure them out. Ignoring these feelings, however, is one of the worst choices. Bottling them up will surely cloud the mind and shroud one's true thoughts in darkness…

Sora rested her head in the palm of her hand; her mind was deep in thought. The cheers, the chants, the shouts and all other noises of the galley were pushed out of her mind. She could not hear them. Over the past week not one word was said between the lookout and the cabin boy. Well, maybe just from the lookout.

Countless times he had tried to talk to her. Yet, each and every time she ignored him. It was as if to her he did not exist. But why was she worrying so much about him? The mutiny was going to happen, there was no stopping it. This boy was probably going to die anyway, wasn't he?

The table shook as a plate was set down noisily. Someone sat beside her. She hoped desperately that it wasn't Silver. Every time she ignored Jim in front of him, he would give her a look like he knew something she did not. Soon, she had begun to suspect that he had seen her and the cabin boy alone on the deck. She felt so stupid! How could she have just done that?

The man next to her placed a hand on her shoulder, and then, surprisingly, spoke with real concern. "Sora? Are yeh alright?"

Shivers were sent up and down her spine, not because of his cold touch, but because she recognized that voice which she despised so greatly. It was Grant. It was then that her brain pulled her back into reality and she no longer seemed in a daze.

She looked at him with hate in her expression. "What do you want?"

"What?" Trying to look hurt, he almost started laughing. "I can't ask how you're doin'?"

"No." She said in a monotone.

His silverish hair was long enough to where it fell in front of his eyes. He brushed it away and put his arm once again around her shoulders. "Ever since that fight between me and that cabin boy you've been acting different."

She shuddered at his touch and looked into his cold eyes. "So you're sayin' that you care or something?"

"Why can't I?" He retorted.

She stood up and shook his arm off. Grabbing her cup, she said, "You've never cared, Grant." Pouring the entire contents onto his head, she didn't even smirk. Behind her, the men laughed as Grant calmly wiped the juice out of his eyes, sighing.

She walked back toward the stairs, and unfortunately the cabin boy was walking in the opposing direction, his arms loaded with plates. Oh, this could be fun. Silver gave her a questioning look as she walked by. She only threw the cup onto the stack, making it sway and earning a glare from the boy. This made her smirk.

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A crisp and clear new day met the Legacy and her crew. One could literally feel the complete peacefulness the day brought. That is, until she awoke.

Sora lay awake, staring at the ceiling. It was past about mid-day and she just couldn't fall back asleep. She knew, though, if she got up and around now, she wouldn't have to see Jim at supper. Why did she have to avoid him? Maybe it wasn't him; maybe she was just avoiding those stupid emotions and feelings of hers that she felt every time she saw him.

She walked onto the deck, the contrast in light making her squint. Walking to edge, she could feel the humidity in the air. The constant cool breeze swept across the deck and made it less of a burden. The wind pushed her hair around violently as she climbed easily and slowly up the rigging. Sora stopped just above the shrouds, only about ten feet above the deck. Facing the open sky, she wrapped her arms around the ropes behind her. Though the rigging would sway with the winds, she hung on, once again lost in the relentless thoughts that she couldn't seem to get rid of.

"Miss Thompson." Sora jumped, for now below on the deck beneath her was the captain.

The young woman scurried down the ropes with almost as much grace as the captain herself. She quickly went up the stairs, wondering why the captain would be talking to her. "Yes? Er- Yes, M'am?"

Captain Amelia stood in a stately manner as she almost always did. "I have been informed that our only two longboats have been damaged from our little run in with Pelusa's supernova."

What? But I was down there! That wouldn't have been very smart to say, though. She held her tongue –for once.

"It's been brought to my attention that you are the closet thing we have to an engineer on this voyage. Apparently you would know something about fixing said longboats."

"Uh, sure." She said, before mentally slapping herself. "Aye, Captain."

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The daylight shone down from the deck and into the galley. It was completely silent except for the steady rhythm of Silver's many knives upon the cutting board. He seemed pretty concentrated on his work while whistling some strange tune. Jim sat on the edge of one of the benches, peeling potatoes. He did so very slowly; apparently, his mind was elsewhere.

He rested his aching arm on the side of the table, thinking about a particular lookout. He really did miss talking to her, but wasn't really sure why. Maybe it was the fact that they could relate to one another, at least a little bit. He glanced at the cook, whose back was turned to him. Jim was nearly done, so why not take a break? He crept quietly out of the galley. He had to talk to her.

After a few moments of looking he grew quite irritated. This was a ship for crying out loud! It's not like she could have gone anywhere. He then thought of the longboat bay…

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He walked down a dimly lit hallway and then looked in through the doorway at the end, and sure enough, there she was. Both longboats appeared to have minimal damage. That is, until Sora pulled up a small metal hatch on one of the engines. Smoke billowed out of the opening and her curses were muffled by the sound of the engine. She turned it off and the smoke slowly faded. Morph zipped in from nowhere and flew circles around in the air while watching the young girl working on the engine.

Morph, losing interest, flew back toward the hall. He flew around Jim's head once and then disappeared down the hallway. Sora's gaze hadn't followed the little blob, and she hadn't seen Jim. He nearly sighed in relief, but remembered that if he even moved she would probably hear him. He was trapped.

Sora sighed loudly and walked around the side of the longboat. Leaning over the side, she flipped a small switch and the engine started. No smoke was a good sign -at first. The engine shook, and then the power cut out completely.

She sighed once more and sat down on a small bench, which resembled a foot-stool. Jim watched her as she reached inside the hatch and pushed aside some wires. She suddenly retracted her hand, her ears twitching, but she did not turn around. Continuing to work, she acted as if nothing had happened.

"I know you're there." Her voice pierced the silence. She continued to work without turning to him.

Jim sighed, a smile on his lips even though he knew this young woman before him hated his guts. He walked into the longboat bay, uncertain of why she wasn't yelling at him.

"Do you constantly feel the need to pester me?"

He chuckled almost inaudibly and sat next to her. "Maybe." She didn't respond, but instead kept the angry and irritated look on her face. A few more wires were pushed aside by her hands when the engine suddenly came back. A small flash of blue energy seemed to jump from the wire she had her hand on. She winced, muttering obscene curses and held her hand in her lap.

"You should try turning off the power before doing that." Jim smiled and she knew he was just kidding. Nonetheless, she continued to scowl. Her expression suddenly changed –in fact it softened. She looked as if she was about to say something, like she really needed to say something. Yet she remained quiet.

The bench screeched against the floor as she got up, grabbing a small toolbox near her feet. The tension in the room seemed unbearable as she decided to work on the other engine and kept her back turned.

Of all people, why him? Why did he have to come and talk to her now? The one thing she wanted right now was to be alone. Sora took a deep breath and turned to him. "Hawkins, why are you-"

She stopped mid-sentence. Jim stood on the other side of the bench, his back turned to her. In his hands was a book, and he was now flipping through the pages. "Hey!"

Jim didn't look up, he just continued to look at the book. Sighing, she gave up on him and just continued working. He looked over at her for a moment before looking at the other books she had in the bag. She had only four, two being in the horror genre, one being filled with handwritten detailed star charts, and one of them was nonfiction. He flipped open this one, the text inside was so confusing one may have thought it was another language entirely. The fact that half the pages were filled with a tiny handwritten scrawl had nothing to do with it. Yet somehow, before Jim's eyes it all made sense. He then laughed quietly. She turned to him, with the normal angry expression of course.

"What?"

"Nothing." He replied, smirking.

She walked over, took the book, and hit him over the head with it. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Just stop taking my stu- just… stop it." She yelled now. "It amazes me how annoying you get!"

Jim was smirking, and trying not to burst into laughter. That was it right there! That was what annoyed her so much! It was the fact that she could yell at him and he'd just be standing there, not hurt –but amused. The sound of the book slamming shut echoed throughout the room. She threw it back into the light brown bag from whence it came, and put the book back under the bench.

"I could've helped you with that, you know. " He was referring to the fact that her book was filled with diagrams and detailed layouts of longboat engines.

"No."

"Why not?"

"No."

"Those engines are a lot like the ones in solar surfers, so I could've-"

"I got that book years ago; I can fix this just fine." She seemed to start paying attention. "You solar surf?"

"Well, uh, yah... I guess." Jim smiled awkwardly.

Sora looked close to letting slip a smile. "You being modest or do you really suck?"

Jim laughed. Sora sat down on the bench and actually smiled. "I tried it once." She paused for a moment. "And broke my leg in three places."

Both seemed lost for words now. They had been so close to an actual conversation since… well, that night and now they couldn't speak. Sora stood up and walked back over the longboat. It was a while before Jim just couldn't take it anymore. He had to break this tension between them –and the silence.

"Sora?"

She stopped working for a moment. "What?" She was clearly irritated.

"Look, I-" He sighed. "I guess it's just… well, I know you're still mad at me." Sora turned back towards the engine, not wanting to look at him face-to-face. "And I- I know I had no right to do that so-"

"Please," She interrupted, speaking softly. "Don't apologize."

"Who says I was going to?" He tried to force a fake laugh.

"And please don't turn this into a joke." Her voice was serious and he felt a bit ashamed.

"What am I supposed to do?" He asked. "You won't talk to me like before-"

"And I have a good bloody reason for that too!" She turned, grabbed her bag, and started towards the door. "I just can't believe that you would-" She stopped, only feet from the door and spun on her heel. "Why did you do that, anyway?"

Jim stood up straighter, though he felt positively sick. "Because…I-"

"What?" She crossed her arms. "Well, go on then."

"Because, I guess… I like you…." What? Her mind shouted "I just… I do, alright?"

No, not alright! She didn't want to hear that. She definitely didn't want to know that. The need to leave the room grew larger in that instant and she turned to try and leave. Almost to the door and- Jim grabbed her by the arm. She turned to him quickly, a fierce look in her eyes. "Let go."

"No." He refused to look away. "Please, just listen to me for a minute."

"Let…go…of me…now." She said slowly, clearly trying to refrain from yelling again.

"Sora, please…" His grip loosened a bit, as he didn't want to hurt her.

Her bag dropped from her other hand. It appeared she was going to smack him, or punch him –both of which wouldn't have been pleasant considering the strength she gained in her years of piracy. Instead though, her hand reached behind her back to her belt. A gully, the same one that had almost chopped Jim's ear off, was tied loosely to it.

Her fingers instinctively gripped it, ready for whatever came next. But, her hand suddenly felt numb. She couldn't do it. Fear crept into her thoughts as she realized this. Was it something about his gaze, locked with hers, that made her unable to draw out her knife? Her hand dropped to her side as he spoke. "Since when have you ever cared about what people thought of you? I think I know you better than that. Is this really all because you care about what those guys think?" She looked away. "Sora?"

"So what if it is?" Sora lashed out, yelling loudly now. "You just-"She pulled her arm out of his grasp but didn't leave just yet. "You just don't get it! So what if I care? They're the first people who accepted me for what- for who I was!"

She felt better, finally saying it. Jim must have known this because he didn't yell back at her. Opening her moth to say something, she realized her mouth was dry. No words came out and nothing was said.

"Who were you, then?" He spoke softly as he stepped closer, lifting her chin and forcing her to look at him. But the moment didn't last long, as most moments don't.

A door swung open on rusty hinges at the end of the hallway. Whoever it was wouldn't have been able to see them unless they opened up the half-opened door at the other end. Their voice was clearly definable as Mr. Onus'.

"Sora? Yeh down there?" His voice echoed.

"Yes." She answered, barely even looking away from Jim.

"'Tis your watch." Thankfully, he stayed where he was and didn't come into the longboat bay.

"Oh- right. I'll be there in a moment." Sora closed her eyes for a moment and then turned away, heading for the door. Not even glancing back, she stepped into the hallway. Mr. Onus was gone, probably off to supper with the rest of the crew. She stopped halfway, remembering her bag.

Back in the longboat bay, Jim sat down on the small wooden bench. With his elbows on his knees, he rested his head in his hands. He shouldn't have tried that. It was a stupid idea to try and talk to her. He sighed… right before he felt someone kiss his cheek. Startled, he turned around, only to see Sora walking back towards the door.

With her bag slung over her shoulder, she stopped in the doorway. She turned around and spoke in almost a whisper. "Thanks."

Jim stood up, confusion overwhelming him. "For what?"

Sora smiled, but didn't answer. She turned silently and left, the darkness beyond the doorway swallowing her up.

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Someone was running on the deck.

The noise clearly reached her easy and it couldn't have been mistaken for anything else. But who would be up so early? Dawn had arrived quickly, and Mr. Onus was already on his watch. Who else was awake beside the two of them? Sitting upon the counter in the galley, Sora would find her answer soon enough. It was Jim. It had to be, for the footsteps were too light to be that of one of the men.

She was startled when Morph flew through the wooden hatch in the ceiling obviously being chased by the cabin boy. Looking up, morning light stung her eyes; she watched the little pink blob change into some kind of freaky-looking fish. The young man had tripped and was on the deck, resting his head on his arm. Morph squirted water in his face and then ducked back down as Jim tried to grab him.

"You little squid!"

Instead of trying to grab the little shape-shifter every time he popped up, he resorted to trying to whack him with his boot; Meanwhile, Morph repeated his insult. "You little squid! Little squid!"

The pink blob gave a small happy shriek before flying down into the galley, and into the purp barrel. A few moments later Jim came stumbling down the steps, whilst trying to get his boot on. She laughed at how stupid he looked right then.

Jim smiled back at her, surprised that she wasn't asleep already. What surprised him even more so was that she was wearing white. Well, a white peasant style blouse. It seemed to contrast with her dark black hair, still in many small braids. The black beads at the ends of some of them click against each other as she shook her head, laughing at him.

"Wh-"

Sora cut him off, putting her finger to her lips. She tilted her head in the direction of the barrel, a mischievous look on her face. Jim nodded, trying not to laugh out loud. Creeping over to the wooden barrel, he tried to be silent. He peered over the side when one of the purps looked back up at him.

"Busted!" Sora slapped her forehead as he jumped in after Morph. The young woman's smile faded as she heard footsteps; someone was coming into the galley! The other female pirate, the densadron, Mr. Scroop and uh… pretty much the entire crew walked into the galley. They were accompanied by John Silver and already seemed deep in conversation.

"Look," The woman said, "What we're sayin' is we're sick of all this waiting!"

"There's only three of them left." The desadron's low voice echoed loudly.

No. It was now that Sora realized what was happening. Having them talk like this when Jim was here could, well, be a bit of a problem.

"We are wanting to move!'

Silver's voice grew loud. "We don't move until we've got the treasure in hand!"

Inside the barrel, feelings of regret, betrayal, and realization all hit the cabin boy at once. They can't be…

"I say we kill 'em all now." Mr. Scroop hissed.

Silver's robotic arm grabbed Scroop's neck. Normally, one would've found this amusing; This 'punishment' for disobedience. Now, though, the atmosphere in that room felt foreboding. "I say what's to say! Disobey my orders again like that stunt yeh pulled with Mr. Arrow and so help me, you'll be joinin' him!"

Scroop was thrown into the side of the purp barrel. Sora couldn't breathe, couldn't think. If Scroop were to look down…

Jim grabbed Morph to keep him from flying out and giving him away. How could this have happened? How could the crew be pirates? But, the fact remained that this was indeed a mutinous crew, and they hadn't even suspected it. Especially Jim.

"Strong talk, but I know otherwise." Sora held her breath as Scroop reached inside the barrel. Please don't look down. Please don't look down!

"You got something to say, Scroop?" Silver asked.

She felt she could breathe again when Scroop brought his claw back with a purp in it. Imagine, if she was scared for Jim, just think how scared he must have been! Scroop could have easily snapped the boy's neck –or any other bone in his body.

"It's that boy…" Scroop said menacingly. "Me thinks yeh have a soft…" He punctured the purp easily. "…spot for him."

Murmurs of agreement form the crew filled the room. As if things weren't bad enough! Now the crew was turning on Silver! "Now mark me, the lot of ya. I care about one thing and one thing only: Flint's trove!" The pirates exchanged glances. "You think I'd risk it all for the sake of some nose-wiping little whelp?"

Sora winced. Why did Jim have to hear all of this?

"What was it now?" Scroop had an evil look on his eyes. "'Oh, you've got the makin's of greatness in ya…'"

"Shut yer yap!" Shouted Silver. "I cozied up to that kid to keep him off our scent, but I ain't gone soft…"

"Fine then…" Scroop exchanged a look with Grant before turning to Sora "Now, what about you, Sora?"

She threw him a disgusted look. "What about me?"

"Surely you gents noticed she's been absent from dinner the past few nights." The crew remained silent. "…the same goes for the cabin boy."

There were whispered muttering from the crew. How could they agree? "Sora," He hissed. "Do tell us where the two of yeh were." He had a fake and sinister smile on.

"What?" She slid off the counter. That sick b- She shook her head. I can either betray Jim and deny it or-

"Well?" He asked. Sora glanced over at Grant, whose face held actual concern.

Then, because of some of the men's snickering, she realized some of them took what Scroop said the wrong way. "You sick little bug-brained-" Grant restrained her from punching the spider-like creature. She tried to pull her arm away from Grant's grasp, but failed. Then, turning to Scroop, her anger got the best of her, she forgot about their hidden audience. "I can't believe that you'd think that I'd spend one second of my time with that good for nothin' little brat!"

Scroop was about to respond when Mr. Onus called out from above the deck. "Planet ho!"

Most of the pirates made a mad rush for the stairs. Grant let go of Sora's arm and left with the rest; all of them completely dismissed their conversation for the time being. Sora and Jim were alone in the galley.

Jim slowly and quietly climbed out of the barrel, not looking at Sora. When she caught a glimpse of his face she felt sick. She had never seen someone look so… hurt.

"Jim?" She didn't know why she finally said his first name, but it worked. He seemed to jump back from his thoughts. "Jim, please, you have to understand-"

"No." She couldn't blame him. He would never be able to see this through her eyes. He shook his head, almost laughing at himself, disgustedly. "All this time…"

"Please listen to me-" She begged, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

He shrank back from her touch. "All this time and I actually…"

He looked up at her again. She almost winced again when he did. She had never felt this bad before. There just had to be something. Something to make this all right again. But in her heart she knew there was nothing.

Jim ran up the stairs –only to have Silver blocking his way. "Jimbo…" Silver said, looking around. "Playin' games…are we?"

He backed up against the table, his anger growing. "Yeah." He glanced over at Sora quickly before turning back to Silver. "Yeah, we're playin' games."

"Oh," It all seemed to make sense now in the man's mind. "I see, well, I was never much good at games." From where she was standing, Sora could see them both perfectly. She now watched in horror as Silver's mechanical hand was replaced with a pistol. "Always hated to lose."

"Hmmm…" The cabin boy said quietly, grabbing a knife on the table behind his back. "Me too!"

Silver cried out as the knife was plunged into his leg. Air spilled out from his robotic leg and he could hardly stand. But where was the boy? Where had he gone?

He pulled himself to the deck and looked around, his cyborg eye spinning madly. It only caught a glimpse of Jim as he ran into the captain's quarters, slamming the door. "Blast it all!" He muttered under his breath.

Still in shock, Sora watched as he stood as best he could and whistled loudly. Halfway up the galley stairs, she heard those words she had dreaded more than anything. "Change in plans, lads." He shouted, a sword replacing his pistol. "We move now!"

No! This couldn't be happening! Nothing changed, though, as Silver barked out orders. "Strike our colors, Mr. Onus."

He tipped his hat. "Me pleasure, Captain!"

Sora felt out of place as the pirates ran on the deck. Most were grabbing all sorts of weaponry. Something still tugged at the back of her mind.

This was wrong.

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"Pirates on my ship?" Captain Amelia was appalled. "I'll see they all hang!"

Much was happening now, but Jim couldn't focus on it all. Pirates? How could this be happening?

All this time, Jim had trusted Sora. She was different than most people he knew. She hadn't wanted him to change. His mother, the cops of course, and even Doppler had all wanted him to change. It seemed the world wanted him to be different. He cared about her, and he knew it- that was why it hurt so badly when the crew's real intentions were revealed. 'A good for nothing brat' she had called him…

A globe of some planet exploded as a plasma-bullet shot through it, making Jim jump. "Um, no." Doppler was saying. "No, I'm not."

"Mr. Hawkins," Amelia turned to him now, holding the map in her hand. "Defend this with your life."

She tossed it to him right as Morph flew in between Jim and the sphere. The mischievous little blob caught it easily in his mouth. "Morph, no!" Jim said, trying to pull it away. "Give me that!"

As he said this muffled voices and other sounds could be heard from the other side of the door…

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Silver was getting irritated and everyone knew that couldn't have been good.

He pushed some of the men aside from the door. If they couldn't get the darned thing open then he would have to do it himself! "Oh, you're takin' all day about it!"

In one blast the door was literally blown of the hinges. Nothing but bits of splintered wood remained. They rushed in quickly, only to find an empty room. And a giant hole in the floor.

Silver's temper was at its limits. "Stop them!" He shouted, shoving one of the men down into the hallway beneath the gaping hole.

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Sora ran into the longboat bay as fast as her legs could take her. The scene unfolded before her and she stopped, her braids swinging forward. Breathing heavily, she saw the second walkway had been smashed. The Captain and Doctor Doppler were in a slowly lowering longboat. Where was Jim?

She jumped when, now beside her, Silver pushed back the lever and the door beneath her slowly began to close. He, too, saw the young man now trying to get Morph to give him back the map. Fear shot through her. Would Silver resort to hurting the boy just to get the map?

Both Jim and John Silver stood on opposite sides of the wooden platform; both trying to convince the pink shape shifter to relinquish the map. Neither prevailed.

Morph, his mind jumbled in confusion, flew down and into a pile of ropes, covering himself and the map. Silver tried to reach it first, but his mechanical leg gave out. He tripped, but he could still reach it. Jim had been so close…

Bang! A bright green light flew past, more resembling a mass of energy or electricity than the bullet it really was. It was apparent as the bullet rushed past Silver, only inches from his finger, that it was not intended to hit.

It did, however, accomplish the goal of getting the cyborg to retract his hand. Jim grabbed the map, backing away quickly towards the longboat and, incidentally, saw who his real aid was.

It had been Sora.

She had… helped him? Silver turned to look behind him, but saw no one. There was nothing there save for a couple of rows of barrels and crates. From the concealment of the shadows she watched as Silver raised his gun, and she heard it power up. She was surprised when he lowered it, shaking his head and watching the cabin boy jump into the longboat. Instantly, Doppler and Amelia shot out the cables and the boat fell, just as Jim grabbed onto the side. He was pulled in by Doppler, and the boat tilted forward. Logically, it would fall forward and into the atmosphere of the planet, where they could then escape easily. What they didn't suspect was that the door was closing too quickly. If it wasn't opened fast enough, the door would crush the longboat in half.

At the last second, the door shifted, and was opening. The boat fell, and the Captain quickly turned the engine on. As he looked up, Jim had no doubts about who had opened it. He just didn't know why. Sora watched them fall for a bit before leveling out. She sighed in relief.

She was then pushed to the ground from behind. "Did you see that?" Scroop's menacing voice hissed. "She is a traitor."

She got up quickly, growing angry. Silver, Grant, Scroop and some of the other pirates stood around the room. "What the devil are you ranting on about now?"

"Yeh all didn't see her help that boy?" He grew frustrated since none had seen it but him. "She's a traitor, I'm tellin' yah!"

Grant stepped in between them before Sora could create a reply using her… colorful vocabulary. "If she's a traitor," He said. "Then you might as well be a girl, Scroop." His sarcasm received no laughter.

Sora pushed him aside. "This is pure rubbish and you know it!"

"Belay this!" Silver shouted. "Up to the deck now, yah scurvy lot!"

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Only a few moments later, every man -and woman- watched as the lazerball from one of the canons collided with the escaping longboat. Boy, would Sora hate to have been the one who shot that. She grew worried when she saw smoke coming from the area where their longboat had disappeared into the foliage.

Were they alright? Then again, luck had been on their side: Silver hadn't shot Jim. They did escape –and with the map, too! Surely they would be okay. Sora gripped the railing so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her breathing had slowed, yet she felt her heart had never beaten this fast. Rage and anger swelled inside her, but it was not directed at the 'captain', now shouting orders. It was at herself.

How could she have let this happen? If she had told Jim to go away then he wouldn't have heard them, and this wouldn't have happened. But in reality, wouldn't that have just prolonged this? The anger was replaced by fear once again as she realized a fall like that could have really damaged the longboat –along with everyone in it. What if Jim was hurt? What if he was dead?

Meanwhile, Grant had been standing only a few feet away on the railing, his arm wrapped around the ropes of the shrouds. He tore his gaze away from the pillar of smoke rising from the dense jungle as Swenson handed out some extra ammunition. Grant loaded his gun and it clicked loudly.

"And so it begins, gentlemen." He laughed along with other men. Most of the men were just happy enough now that their voyage was getting some action.

He looked over to Sora, who looked sick, her skin paler than usual. She was looking out at the planet, no emotion on her face. As he spoke, she jumped, completely startled. "Did yeh hear Silver?"

She looked confused. "Huh?"

"We're goin' down there and Scroop is stayin behind to watch the ship." Grant looked at her questioningly.

"Oh- right, sure…"

He handed her a pistol. She looked down on it as if she had never used a gun before in her life. But then the fierce look came back and she looked sure of herself. She looked straight into his green eyes.

"Right," She said, walking past him. "Let's go."

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A/N:

Please review! If you're a writer then you know how nice it is to get some pretty little reviews and how happy it makes you inside…

chirp chirp That had to be the gayest thing I've ever said… err, wrote… smacks head Bad! Bad!

And, yes, I am aware that my attempts at humor pretty much suck.

Misinterpretations. The friendship is torn, yet neither of them can let go. Jim thinks he hears how Sora really feels, that is until Grant comes along…