First story updated from the laptop (I think). Sorry about not updating.

Anyway, here is the next chapter. Will it be the last? Second last? Yeah, maybe that. University is starting...tomorrow dun dun dunnnn, so the next chapter may take a while. I am new to university, and frankly, it scares me.

Enough of my ramble. Enjoy!


Jim's head spun. What just happened? Where was he? Why couldn't he remember? He then remembered being in a net...being live bait. He remembered seeing the monster's ugly face...and then it grabbed hold of his leg...and there was blood...lots of it. Jim quickly glanced down at his legs, to see his pants showed no sign of a monster bite. He lifted his pant legs and saw there were no scratches on him.

Jim then took note of his surroundings. He was on a dock in the middle of nowhere. Behind him was a very dark town. There were a few boats at the dock, but there was nothing sailing on the horizon. Where was he?

"Told me not to get into trouble, but lookit yerself."

Jim's head shot up. He knew that voice. He turned on his heel to see none other than Silver standing behind him.

"Silver!" Jim exclaimed, hugging the old pirate. Soon, the happy reunion was over and Jim came back to reality. "Where are we?"

"Been here a few times meself," Silver said, gazing out to the horizon. "Never asked 'bout the place. Ne'er t'ought to see ye here, lad."

"Is this place...bad?" Jim asked.

"'Tis and 'tisn't," Silver explained. "People come here when they die."

"I'm dead?" Jim exclaimed, panic rising in him. He was surprised to see Silver so calm. "You're dead?"

"Not yet we're not," Silver went on. "Ye come here when there's a bit of life still left in ya. It's a choice ya gotta make. Go to town, yer dead. Sail away, ya live."

"A-are you gonna stay?" Jim asked. The thought scared him. He was sure he'd never see the pirate again, but the thought of him dead was unbearable.

"I dunno, Jimbo. Can't say."

"But...well why not?" Jim felt his throat catch. How could Silver be saying this? He was the closest thing to a father he would ever have. How could he leave him? Then, he got a brilliant idea. "We'll both stay. I'm sure you've got enough stories to last forever."

"That I do," Silver agreed. "But yer not stayin'."

"That's my decision."

"What about yer mother?" Silver said. It seemed odd to have the pirate acting so solemn. "Ye gotta go back to her. What about Morph? He needs you."

That was true. How could Jim stay and leave his family behind, but how could Silver leave him behind.

"What about me?" Jim asked, turning the tables. "If you stay, I'll never see you again. How could you do that to me? I think you got a few more good runs before you need to stay," Jim said. "And...and imagine all of that treasure waiting to be found. I've been thinking of finding some long lost treasure."

"Not if I find it first," Silver said, a smile playing on his lips. That was the Silver Jim knew best.

"Is that a challenge?" Jim asked playfully.

Jim noticed Silver eyeing one of the boats on the dock. "Aye." Silver raced into one of the boats, and Jim did the same on the other side of the dock. They had the sails up at the same time, and they began racing the horizon.

"You're gonna be swabbing my decks," Jim called out to Silver, who laughed as a response.

"Always too hopeful, Jimbo."

The two raced to the horizon. It soon became blinding white light.

Jim quickly awoke. He was in a dark room made of wood. He quickly sat up, but regretted the action when a jolt of pain went through his body. He cringed and yelled out in pain. That brought someone into the galley.

"What are ye doin'!" the alien exclaimed when he saw Jim sitting up. He resembled a spider. He had six arms, two legs and eight eyes. "Get down!"

Jim obeyed the alien and lied down on his wooden bed. It was only covered by a blanket, making it uncomfortable to lie in.

"Where am I?" Jim asked.

"Hush," the alien ordered him. He went to a counter and poured some kind of liquid into a cup and handed it to Jim. "Drink this."

Jim obeyed again and drank whatever was in the cup. He soon realized it was pure alcohol and his eyes watered as it burned its way down his throat and into his stomach. His head spun after drinking it and he felt a bit woozy, taking his mind off of the pain.

"Who are you?" Jim asked.

"Dr. Peter Van Dam," the alien said. "I'm also the cook."

Jim grimaced at the thought. Were organs of dead sailors in the food he was eating? He didn't want to think of that.

"What happened? Where am I?" Jim still had some questions.

"Yer on yer ship," Van Dam said.

"My ship?"

"Aye. The cap'n."

"What happened?"

Van Dam began explaining how he was live bait for the monster with Carolyne and Morph, then how the monster got the best of his leg. He then went on to explain how the crew wanted a mutiny, but Max refused, and shot Jim. After that happened, the crew attacked Max. He was left on his own in a longboat.

"How ya survived, I'll never know," Van Dam said.

"I just needed a push," Jim said.

Jim lifted his pant leg to see how his legs were. One was covered in bandages with blood stains. It looked like it would make it.

"Wow...I got off easy," Jim muttered, looking at his leg. He was sure he'd be up on his feet in a few days.

Van Dam grabbed the bottom of Jim's shirt with one arm and quickly pulled it over his head. Jim looked down at his torso and his heart sank; the left side of his chest was covered in metal welded to his skin. That must have caused the pain. It was a gruesome sight. His skin wasn't healed or used to the metal. It looked irritated and it was covered in dry blood.

"I'm sorry," Van Dam muttered. "Took a laser pistol to the chest."

"Hey, no worries," Jim said, thankful for getting a second chance. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

Van Dam gave Jim a confused look, and Jim just smiled back.

Yes, I do fail at pirate jargon. I tried. What can I say? So yeah...second last chapter. Please review!