I admit I have a problem updating my story quick enough. In my defense, I put more than 130 hours into one project assignment this semester, not to mention the other projects and other classes I was in.

Important: This is where I stopped updating my last version of this story so everything else that gets updated after this is new to everyone.

Disclaimer: Everything from the original Treasure Planet movie belongs to Disney.

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. - Jean Giraudoux

Chapter 7: The Light in the Dark

Delbert was petrified of the journal now in his possession. He his intent was to show Amelia right away, but then he realized she was still in a meeting. He though it would give him time to think about how to approach the subject but all it really did was give him time to change his mind about showing her at all.

The brown leather book he had gotten for his son as a Christmas gift last year laid on his bed side table but its presence wasn't nearly as smooth and more like acid. Delbert was afraid to even touch because the sight of it made his flesh sting.

Finally, he picked it up one more time and read the last passage once more, then again, and again until he had read it close to a dozen times and had committed the entire entry to memory and he would never forget it. He had wanted to find clues and instead only found something more confusing and heart breaking.

Just when Delbert had decided to put the journal away Amelia walked into the room looking a little more of the life had drained out of her. It made his heart break and if it broke anymore he didn't know if he could stand it. She gave him a weak smile and proceeded to put away put things away silently before sitting down on the bed beside him and burying her face in her hands.

"How did the meeting go?" He had no idea what else to say. She moved her hands just enough to give him a wary answer.

"Good…bad…I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention. I'm not even sure my head is on strait. I have so much work to do because I do nothing but worry about Dylan. I need to be helping my son but I don't have the time. Plus, I have an entire fleet of people I'm responsible for and I can honestly say that for the first time in my career I don't feel like I have the ability to make responsible decisions if their lives were to be put into danger."

As he listen to her ranting Delbert thought it was best that he not show her the journal for the moment it would make it worse.

"I swore that when the quads were born that I would continue with my career but only as long as it didn't interfere with us as a family and I was good on my promise, until this voyage. I brought my son out here where there is no help, knowing, in my gut, that something was wrong with him and now we can't do anything to help him until we go home."

Before Delbert could say that he held just as much of the blame she spoke again.

"I think that after this," she said as she looked up at him, "I'm done. This is my last voyage."

Delbert couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you saying that you quit." Silence was all the conformation he needed.

"I have known you for twenty-two years, Amelia, and I have come to know you as many things. Granted, at first, most of those things weren't so nice…" it earned him a small chuckle so he continued. "but the one thing I have never considered you, even for a second, was a quitter."

"If you're trying to make me feel better or change my mind you're doing it all wrong." He watched as she laid face down into a pillow and sighed.

"Sorry, I should have chosen my words better. All, I'm saying is you're under a ton of stress, we all are, but maybe you should wait until we're home and we've found help for Dylan before you make up your mind."

She was silent for a long time before answering. She rolled over and looked at him.

"I'll think on it." She sat up "but right now I have more work to do." She said getting up and going to the door and then paused for a second. "We'll talk at dinner." Then she left and closed the door.

He wasn't sure, but it felt like the foundation between them was starting to form cracks.

Jeremy felt like there was this huge haze clinging to him making it hard to breathe. He understood that there were people out there that weren't right in the head, but he never thought that it would happen to someone he had know his whole life. The state Dylan had been left him wondering about a lot. Mostly though, it left him scared. He was scared for his friend and scared for himself. If something like this could happen to his friend then what was to say it couldn't happen to him.

Ever sense then, Jeremy has found himself wanting to always be as close to his father as he possibly can get. He was currently sitting on the steps waiting for the meeting to end so that he could go with his father on his rounds. He tried to think of happy and random things to help keep the dark thoughts away when two voices interrupted him.

"I've compiled piles of information on the kid's brainwaves and I think it's finally time to up him to the last dose. He'll lose his mind in about two weeks. Once he goes on a rampage and hurts someone they'll all think he's the killer."

"It's about time. It has never taken this long before."

"We've never had a subject with his intelligence level. We've also never had one that was really healthy."

"It is also producing the desired affects with the Captain as I was hoping for. The condition we've put her son in and the stress from this voyage are pulling her apart at the seams. Once Dylan is in our control we can have him do anything we want him to, even try to kill his twin and wouldn't that just ruin the Captain."

Jeremy listened to them quietly from where they couldn't see him until they left. He received a clear view of one of the men as they went back into the meeting. It was Castington, the map maker. He was suddenly even more eager to see Jim now. Then he realized no one would believe him, it was ridicules. So he went to some who would, Darren.

Jeremy ran as fast as he could to The Legacy. He didn't have to look hard spotting Darren swabbing the upper deck. He was deep in thought and Jeremy had to yell at him several times to get his attention.

"Huh, is something wrong?" Jeremy looked around wildly to make sure there was no one in hearing range.

"Yes! But we can't talk about it here. Meet me in your room when you're done mopping." Before he could run off Darren grabbed his arm and jerked him back.

"Is it good or bad?" Jeremy didn't want to get into detail out in the open afraid someone would over hear them the way he had accidentally over heard Castington. The urgent tone in Darren's voice convinced him to give a quick answer.

"It kind of both but I'm not going to talk about it now. We need to talk about it when we know no one can listen in." Before Darren could ask any more questions Jeremy had ran off below deck.

As soon as he was done he went to his room to find Jeremy pacing back and forth. The second he closed the door Jeremy started ranting.

"Castington, the map maker, the guy right down the hall, he's been drugging your brother!"

"What are you talking about." He listened carefully as Jeremy relayed what he overheard and saw.

"You're sure?" exclaimed Darren

"Yes, perfectly sure."

"Have you told anyone else?"

"What, so they would think I was losing it too!"

"All right, chill. We need to find proof and then we'll tell our parents. Tomorrow morning just after their meeting starts so we have time to look. And where a hoodie with big pockets so we can sneak things out."

"Got it."

As he left Darren found some hope. His brother hasn't gone off the deep end for no reason and now they can do something about it.

The next day, when Darren was waiting around for Jeremy, his mind wandered back home. He wanted to be back there more than anything. Well, actually, he wanted his brother back more, and wanted things back to the way they were before this stupid trip. Staring at his brother now, it's like his bother isn't even with him.

He thought of the time in the first grade when they missed the bus. They didn't have the same teacher so they would play with other whenever they could. One day, after class let out they both went to the bathroom before they were both suppose to get on the bus. They decided to play in the sinks and splash each other with water. They had so much fun they completely missed their bus. Darren can still remember how angry Amelia was. Sitting, looking at his brother, he realized she had been mostly scared because they didn't get off the bus. That feeling you get when you think someone you love has been lost is the worst feeling in the universe.

Darren was shaken out of his thoughts by a knock on the door.

"Darren, are you ready."

"Yeah, just a second." He threw on his hoodie and opened the door to leave, but not before looking back at his brother. He was suppose to be watching him because his parents wanted him in someone's sight at all time. Darren didn't think he was going anywhere though. He shut the door and they went down the hall and slowly opened the door to Castington's room and quietly slipped in and shut the door.

"Don't leave anything out of place we don't want anyone to know we were here."

They quietly went through everything making sure to put everything back in its place. He must have really loved his job because there were maps on every available inch of wall space.

"Yet his guy has more maps than your dad."

Darren said nothing, just shook his head and continued to search. They looked for over half an hour and didn't find anything. Darren threw his hands up in frustration and accidentally hit the wall.

"Ow! Dammit." Jeremy went over to put the map back on the wall that he had knocked loose. As he was picking it up off the floor he saw writing on the back. It didn't understand what any of it meant but he did know it was chemistry and he also knew that map makers weren't chemists.

"Darren, I think I found what we were looking for."

"Let me see." He looked at it for a minute and then sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"We can't show them this."

"Why?"

"Because this proves is that someone knows chemistry, not that they're doing something to my brother." Jeremy thought for a minute.

"What if one of these other maps has better proof?" They started removing maps carefully and putting them back. The fourth map pulled off the wall was just as confusing as the others, but it also had something else. His brother's name and a data chart going back to March.

"This is it!"

He was about to fold it up as best as he could to put it in his pocket when the door slammed open. Both boys were frozen staring at the figure in the door.

"What do you think you are doing in here?"