Thunder: Agh! I'm back! One more update before Christmas break!

Chapter 9

Danny was using his new 'friends' to swab the decks, mumbling and groaning all the way.

"Yeah, I got your Mr. Mop." he said. Skulker walked by, bumping into Danny. He turned to look down at the little ghost boy.

"Watch it twerp." he growled, before walking away. Then a group of crewmen caught his eye. There was an anti fairy with a monocle called anti-Cosmo, a skinny woman that could only be described as scary beyond all reason named Yzma, a couple kids from the huntsclan called 88 and 89, and a silver boom box. They were whispering amongst them selves, until the fairy noticed Danny. They stopped talking and glared at him.

"What're you looking at, weirdo?" the 89 asked. Then the boom box transformed into a spindly robot thing with four blue eyes. This evil little beastie is called Frenzy.

"Yyyyeah! Weirdoweirdoweirdo!" Frenzy said. Danny looked up and saw another silver robot crawling down the mast towards him. When he reached the ground, Danny was able to notice he had what looked like a suit on. He remembered what some people called him... Ratchet.

"Cabin boys really should mind their own business." he said in an almost business like manner, but was still laced with poison.

"Why, is there something you're hiding?" Danny asked with a smirk. Ratchet scowled at him, before grabbing his shirt and lifting him up to come face to face.

"Maybe your ears don't work so well..." he started

"Yeah, but too bad my nose works fine. Seriously, bad oil breath." Danny said

"Why you impudent little...!" Ratchet forced Danny to the mast. Many crew members began gathering around, urging for them to start fighting.

"Come on! Slice him!" said the crazy cat lady. Zix Zix threw punches out, speaking in his own, weird language.

"Any last words, Cabin Boy?" Ratchet asked, holding out his clawed fingers. His arm was pulled away by a dragon arm. Danny was able to catch a glimpse of Chase as he ate a purp.

"Mr. Ratchet..." he asked in a calm manner as Ratchet struggled to free his arm without dropping Danny.

"You ever see what happens to a fresh purp... when you squeeze real hard?" Chase said, squeezing his arm, while pulling it back at an awkward angle. Ratchet released Danny from his vice like grip.

"What's all this then?" Zhiao said, coming up to the group of fighters and spectators. By the time Zhiao came, Chase let go of Ratchet and had his arm back to normal.

"You know the rules." Zhiao continued. "There'll be no brawling on this ship." this was met by many 'aye aye captain's. "Any further offenders shall be confined to the brig for the remainder of the voyage." He came face to face with Ratchet. "Am I clear, Mr. Ratchet?" Hearing a low growl, Ratchet glanced over to Chase, who was giving his most deadliest of deadly stares. Ratchet sighed before turning back to Zhiao.

"Transparently." he said. Zhiao walked away without noticing the glare Ratchet gave to him. It wasn't over between those two.

"Well done Commander Zhiao sir." Chase said as the spectators left and him and Danny became more alone. "A tight ship's a happy ship, sir!" When they were alone, Chase grabbed Danny's mop which had long been forgotten and turned to the young boy standing leaning on the mast.

"Daniel! I gave you a job!" Chase said pointing to the mop.

"Hey, I was doing it until that robot thing--!" Danny said, growing as angry as Chase.

"No! I don't want to hear it." Chase said pushing the mop to Danny. "Now I want this deck cleaned spotless, and Dashi help you if I come back and it's not done. Stitch." the blue ball of fluff climbed onto Chase's shoulder. "Keep an eye on this young one, and let me know if there are any more distractions." Stitch jumped onto the mast behind Danny before Chase walked away.

"So." Danny said, only to receive a growl from Stitch.

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Chase walked into the galley, seeing the crew there, ready for whatever may come.

"So, we're all here then?" Chase asked politely

"Excuse me." Mojo Jojo said, moving to get to his seat.

"Now, if you pardon my plain speaking, are you all..." his arm turned into a dragon arm and his polite demeanor turned furious, "STARK-RAVING TOTALLY, BLINKING MAD?!?" He lashed out his arm, nicking a piece off of Mojo's helmet. He shrank in his seat, looking on with fear.

"After all my work to get us hired as upstanding crew, you want to blow the whole mutiny before it's even time?!" Chase came face to face with Ratchet.

"The boy was snooping around." Ratchet said, crossing his arms.

"You just stick to the plan you bolt-brained twit." Chase said. "As for the boy, I'll run him so ragged he won't have time to think." He put a hand on his chin, a plan for Danny forming in his mind.

Thunder: Uh oh, Chase is scheming. Happy Holidays!