Chapter 2 - Cabin Boy
Submitted May 31, 2006 Updated May 31, 2006 Status Incomplete | What would you do if you found an old treasure map to a legendary planet? Jim Hawkins, your average 16 yer old, found one, and no he's out to fins the treasure and prove his own worth. author's note: Ive added a character and changed it up a bit. Enjoy!
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Chapter 2 - Cabin Boy
Chapter 2 - Cabin Boy
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Jim didn't like Silver
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Jim didn't like Silver. He knew there weren't very many cyborgs in the galaxy. Billy Bones had warned him about a cyborg and considering there was one right in front of him, Jim decided he'd better be cautious and question him. Silver's dishwasher didn't seem very suspicious, so Jim ignored her for the moment.
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Picking up a purple fruit from a barrel, he began circling Silver pensively. Bekkah continued scrubbing the pot, but watched him with a careful eye. “Ya know, these purps remind me of the ones we used to grow back home, on <i>Montressor</i>. Have you ever been there?”
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Silver was beginning to get suspicious about the boy. “Nooo, can't say that I have, Jimbo,” he replied slowly while transferring his stew to stove-top.
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“Just before I left I met this old guy who was looking for a cyborg <i>buddy</i> of his,” Jim continued, taking a bite of the purp.
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“Is that so?”
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“What was that old salamanders name…Oh yeah, Bones. Billy Bones.” Bekkah stopped scrubbing the pot and looked at Silver. John scratched his chin while chopping a strange vegetable.
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“Bones…? T'aint ringin' any bells. Musta been another cyborg.”
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A high-pitched whistle could be heard coming from above deck. Jim looked longingly at the open door where he knew he couldn't go.
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Looking at the boy, Silver couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for him, locked up in galleys, as it were. “Go on, there will plenty of work for y' when ye get back.” Without saying another word, Jim was off, out the door to watch the ship take off. Bekkah put her pot on the ground.
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John Silver turned to her and handed a small cracker to Morph. “We'd best be keepin' a sharp eye on that one. Wouldn't want him strayin' into somethin' he shouldn't.” Without another word, bekkah got up and followed Jim out the door.
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“Yes, we should.” Captain Amelia's orders could be heard all across the deck as they prepared for take off.
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“Unleash solar sails! Take us off this port, Mr. Arrows.”
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“Aye aye, captain!” He turned the large wooden tiller away from the docking port. The ship started to hover away, up into the afternoon sky. The gravity was decreasing, causing the crew to float in the air. Some of the more experienced crew members already knew what to expect and stayed calm and composed. Bekkah couldn't help but laugh at Jim as he attempted to stay on the ground. But Dilbert was an even more hilarious sight to see. He began to float upside down and when Amelia called for artificial gravity, he fell flat on his face. Jim on the other hand, just fell on his bum, creating more amusement for Bekkah.
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She offered him a hand to help him up, still smirking. “Looks like your goin' to need a lesson of ship riding. It'll come naturally, eventually.” After she pulling him to his feet, she walked over to the rigging on the starboard side and leaned out. Some <i>orci galactica</i> began gliding past the R.L.S. Legacy. Jim sauntered over to join her, watching the strange whales pass by. The inter-galactic whales' immense size seemed to dwarf the large ship. John Silver hobbled onto deck accompanied by his small friend Morph and hailed Captain Amelia.
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“Well isn't a fine day for sailing with a cap'n as lovely as yourself?”
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“Save your flattery, Mr. Silver. Are those your cabin <i>boys</i> standing useless over the side of my ship? Well, girl too I suppose.”
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With a sigh, Silver replied, “Aye, I was just about to put them both to work. Hoi! Jimbo! I've got a couple of friends for you to meet!”
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Expecting to see someone standing around, Jim looked about excitedly. “Meet Mr. Mop and Mrs. Bucket. Bekkah, you know the drill, start at the stern and Jimbo here can start at the stem.” he tipped his tree-cornered hat at the captain and left them to their work. With a sigh, they both took the cleaning tools and got to work.
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Only a half-hour later, Jim found himself grumbling darkly as he half-heartedly scrubbed at the deck. “Yeah, I've got your Mr. <i>Mop</i>.” He glanced up from the wooden deck and looked around at his surroundings. The strange, alien crew members were all watching him with careful, unblinking eyes. One particular one with strange tentacles for hair looked at him and took the liberty to speak for everyone else. “What are you looking at, weirdo?” Suddenly, his head crawled off and his chest grew a face. “Yeah. <i>Weirdo</i>,” it said in a squeaky voice.
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“Cabin boys should learn to mind their own business,” a sinister voice said from above. Jim looked up to see a red, spider-like alien with greasy grey hair crawling towards him off the mast.
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“Why, ya got something to hide,<i> bight eyes</i>?” Jim retorted.
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“Why you impudent little-” In a flash, the spider was on the ground and had his claw around Jim's neck, pinning him to the mast. The rest of the crew started cheering and whooping wildly, all in favor of a little fight. “Any last words, <i>cabin boy</i>?” The spider said as his other claw rubbed underneath Jim's neck dangerously.
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An iron vise clamped down on the spider's claw. “Scroob, ever seen what happens to a purp when you squeeze <i>real hard!</i>” Silver began to twist the arm in his hold and Scroob, the spider, yelped and let go of Jim and rubbed his claw in pain.
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“And what's all this?” Mr. Arrows stepped out and continued lecturing in a powerful voice. “There will be no brawling aboard this ship. Am I clear, Mr. Scroob?”
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Scroob looked him defiantly in the eyes and spoke one word that sounded like venom. “Perfectly.”
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The crew slowly slunk off into the shadows as Mr. Arrows left. Silver turned on Jim, his one good eye reading anger. “I gave ya a <i>job</i> to do and heaven help ya if you don't get it done!” Turning his back on him, he said, “Morph, watch him. Tell me if he gets, <i>distracted</i><i>.</i>” With that, he left, leaving Jim with a pink ball of protoplasma that had grown really large eyes.
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Carefully glancing over his shoulder, Silver made sure Jim wasn't watching as he slid into the galleys where two tables had been set up. The entire crew of aliens was present, all trying to avoid Silver's fiery eyes. “What were ye thinkin'?! If you'll pardon the plain speakn' gentlemen…but are you all <i>stark ravin' daft</i>!! After all my finaglin' to get up fired as an upstandin' crew and you want to go blow our cover?!” he yelled at the ashamed crew.
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Scroob squinted hard at John Silver and responded, “The boy was sniffing about…”
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But Silver cut him short. “Just stick to the plan you bug-brained twit! <i>I'll</i> find a way to handle the boy.”
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It was getting late when Bekkah noticed Jim still scrubbing away at the deck. Morph had transformed into a mop and was “mopping” side by side with him. She'd been watching him for a while and couldn't help but notice he'd mopped in the same spot for the past hour. Se herself had given up more then two hours ago, not caring if it wasn't to Silver's liking. Still watching from behind the mast, Bekkah saw Morph transform into an imitation of Scroob, making her smile and Jim laugh. She was just about to walk over and say hi, when Silver walked up, carrying the leftovers from dinner in a pan. Falling back behind the main mast, she listened to their conversation.
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“Well, thank the heavens for little miracles! The deck's still in one piece!” He said, trying to lighten the mood.
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Jim couldn't help but smile a little smile, even if it was a weak one. “About what you did today…Thanks.”
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“Didn't your pop teach ya how to pick your fights?”
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Sullenly, Jim propped his mop up on the railing and leaned his elbows on it, putting his back to Silver. “No, he never got around to that.”
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“Ahh…I see.” Silver felt sorry for Jim. Even he'd had a pop around for a while, if only a few years. Drawing himself up with a resigned look on his face, Silver took charge. “All right, Jimbo. I'm going to pound a few skills into that thick skull of yours. From here on out you won't eat, sleep, or so much as scratch your bum if I don't say!”
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“What! You can't do that!”
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“I can and I will! Now, Bekkah! I know your listening!” Bekkah slipped out from behind the main mast where she was hiding and grinned a disarming smile. Silver continued. “Tomorrow, you both to wake up early and I'm gonna show you how to be <i>real </i>cabin boys!” He stood there grinning at the two.
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Bekkah raised her hand. “And girl.”
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Sighing, John Silver added, “And girl.”
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The next day, they were rudely awakened by Morph. He transformed into a small trumpet and blew as hard as he could, creating an awful, ear-peircing noise. “Ow! You little! Get over here!” But Morph was too fast for Jim. Not looking, he flew, giggling and snickering, straight into Bekkah's hand.
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“Hah! Got ya! Now you'll feel the true wrath of Bekkah!!” She grinned insanely as the pink blob trapped in her hands whimpered piteously. Jim looked up at her and nearly jumped out of socks.
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“Bekkah! What the-” Bekkah's hair was sticking out at odd angles, some even sticking strait up, and her jacket hung awkwardly off one shoulder. The light coming in from the window gave her eyes the appearance of glowing. The entire effect made her look completely mad.
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Her smile dropped and she looked behind her innocently. “What?”
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Jim just shook his head as if to clear it. “Never mind. Come on, Silver will be expecting us.” Bekkah followed him out of the sleeping area, still holding Morph in her hand.
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“Maybe we can get some decent grub before that slave-driver wakes up.” Unfortunately, her timing was bad. Jim walked straight into Silver's plump belly and stared up into his gold, cyborg eye.
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“What's that yore sayin' about me?”
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Managing to keep her cool air about her, Bekkah replied, “Nothin'. Just sayin' to Jim what a lovely skill an' duff you make.”
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Silver kept a straight face and pretended to lecture her. “Hmm. Really? Well maybe I should make some more tonight.”
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Not able to resist a bit of fun, Jim joined in with their game he said, “Oh no! Please anything but that! Have us scrub the floors all day, just don't make us eat another plate of that mush!” The sight of Jim on the ground made Bekkah's grin grow.
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“Hehee! Jimbo, no! Don't encourage the blighter!”
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Grinning mischievously, Silver grabbed both by the collar of the shirts. “Neither of yeh will be smilin' by the end of today! Here are some chisels, now foller me!”
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Jim took the small metal tools and whispered to Bekkah, “Finally, an easy job. With chisels this small, we can only be doing something easy right?”
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Bekkah nudged him playfully with her elbow. “Oh, trust me, Silver doesn't <i>believe </i>in easy jobs.”
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Jim's shoulders sagged. “Great.”
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Jim didn't like Silver. He knew there weren't very many cyborgs in the galaxy. Billy Bones had warned him about a cyborg and considering there was one right in front of him, Jim decided he'd better be cautious and question him. Silver's dishwasher didn't seem very suspicious, so Jim ignored her for the moment.
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Picking up a purple fruit from a barrel, he began circling Silver pensively. Bekkah continued scrubbing the pot, but watched him with a careful eye. “Ya know, these purps remind me of the ones we used to grow back home, on <i>Montressor</i>. Have you ever been there?”
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Silver was beginning to get suspicious about the boy. “Nooo, can't say that I have, Jimbo,” he replied slowly while transferring his stew to stove-top.
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“Just before I left I met this old guy who was looking for a cyborg <i>buddy</i> of his,” Jim continued, taking a bite of the purp.
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“Is that so?”
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“What was that old salamanders name…Oh yeah, Bones. Billy Bones.” Bekkah stopped scrubbing the pot and looked at Silver. John scratched his chin while chopping a strange vegetable.
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“Bones…? T'aint ringin' any bells. Musta been another cyborg.”
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A high-pitched whistle could be heard coming from above deck. Jim looked longingly at the open door where he knew he couldn't go.
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Looking at the boy, Silver couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for him, locked up in galleys, as it were. “Go on, there will plenty of work for y' when ye get back.” Without saying another word, Jim was off, out the door to watch the ship take off. Bekkah put her pot on the ground.
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John Silver turned to her and handed a small cracker to Morph. “We'd best be keepin' a sharp eye on that one. Wouldn't want him strayin' into somethin' he shouldn't.” Without another word, bekkah got up and followed Jim out the door.
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“Yes, we should.” Captain Amelia's orders could be heard all across the deck as they prepared for take off.
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“Unleash solar sails! Take us off this port, Mr. Arrows.”
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“Aye aye, captain!” He turned the large wooden tiller away from the docking port. The ship started to hover away, up into the afternoon sky. The gravity was decreasing, causing the crew to float in the air. Some of the more experienced crew members already knew what to expect and stayed calm and composed. Bekkah couldn't help but laugh at Jim as he attempted to stay on the ground. But Dilbert was an even more hilarious sight to see. He began to float upside down and when Amelia called for artificial gravity, he fell flat on his face. Jim on the other hand, just fell on his bum, creating more amusement for Bekkah.
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She offered him a hand to help him up, still smirking. “Looks like your goin' to need a lesson of ship riding. It'll come naturally, eventually.” After she pulling him to his feet, she walked over to the rigging on the starboard side and leaned out. Some <i>orci galactica</i> began gliding past the R.L.S. Legacy. Jim sauntered over to join her, watching the strange whales pass by. The inter-galactic whales' immense size seemed to dwarf the large ship. John Silver hobbled onto deck accompanied by his small friend Morph and hailed Captain Amelia.
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“Well isn't a fine day for sailing with a cap'n as lovely as yourself?”
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“Save your flattery, Mr. Silver. Are those your cabin <i>boys</i> standing useless over the side of my ship? Well, girl too I suppose.”
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With a sigh, Silver replied, “Aye, I was just about to put them both to work. Hoi! Jimbo! I've got a couple of friends for you to meet!”
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Expecting to see someone standing around, Jim looked about excitedly. “Meet Mr. Mop and Mrs. Bucket. Bekkah, you know the drill, start at the stern and Jimbo here can start at the stem.” he tipped his tree-cornered hat at the captain and left them to their work. With a sigh, they both took the cleaning tools and got to work.
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Only a half-hour later, Jim found himself grumbling darkly as he half-heartedly scrubbed at the deck. “Yeah, I've got your Mr. <i>Mop</i>.” He glanced up from the wooden deck and looked around at his surroundings. The strange, alien crew members were all watching him with careful, unblinking eyes. One particular one with strange tentacles for hair looked at him and took the liberty to speak for everyone else. “What are you looking at, weirdo?” Suddenly, his head crawled off and his chest grew a face. “Yeah. <i>Weirdo</i>,” it said in a squeaky voice.
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“Cabin boys should learn to mind their own business,” a sinister voice said from above. Jim looked up to see a red, spider-like alien with greasy grey hair crawling towards him off the mast.
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“Why, ya got something to hide,<i> bight eyes</i>?” Jim retorted.
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“Why you impudent little-” In a flash, the spider was on the ground and had his claw around Jim's neck, pinning him to the mast. The rest of the crew started cheering and whooping wildly, all in favor of a little fight. “Any last words, <i>cabin boy</i>?” The spider said as his other claw rubbed underneath Jim's neck dangerously.
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An iron vise clamped down on the spider's claw. “Scroob, ever seen what happens to a purp when you squeeze <i>real hard!</i>” Silver began to twist the arm in his hold and Scroob, the spider, yelped and let go of Jim and rubbed his claw in pain.
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“And what's all this?” Mr. Arrows stepped out and continued lecturing in a powerful voice. “There will be no brawling aboard this ship. Am I clear, Mr. Scroob?”
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Scroob looked him defiantly in the eyes and spoke one word that sounded like venom. “Perfectly.”
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The crew slowly slunk off into the shadows as Mr. Arrows left. Silver turned on Jim, his one good eye reading anger. “I gave ya a <i>job</i> to do and heaven help ya if you don't get it done!” Turning his back on him, he said, “Morph, watch him. Tell me if he gets, <i>distracted</i><i>.</i>” With that, he left, leaving Jim with a pink ball of protoplasma that had grown really large eyes.
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Carefully glancing over his shoulder, Silver made sure Jim wasn't watching as he slid into the galleys where two tables had been set up. The entire crew of aliens was present, all trying to avoid Silver's fiery eyes. “What were ye thinkin'?! If you'll pardon the plain speakn' gentlemen…but are you all <i>stark ravin' daft</i>!! After all my finaglin' to get up fired as an upstandin' crew and you want to go blow our cover?!” he yelled at the ashamed crew.
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Scroob squinted hard at John Silver and responded, “The boy was sniffing about…”
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But Silver cut him short. “Just stick to the plan you bug-brained twit! <i>I'll</i> find a way to handle the boy.”
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It was getting late when Bekkah noticed Jim still scrubbing away at the deck. Morph had transformed into a mop and was “mopping” side by side with him. She'd been watching him for a while and couldn't help but notice he'd mopped in the same spot for the past hour. Se herself had given up more then two hours ago, not caring if it wasn't to Silver's liking. Still watching from behind the mast, Bekkah saw Morph transform into an imitation of Scroob, making her smile and Jim laugh. She was just about to walk over and say hi, when Silver walked up, carrying the leftovers from dinner in a pan. Falling back behind the main mast, she listened to their conversation.
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“Well, thank the heavens for little miracles! The deck's still in one piece!” He said, trying to lighten the mood.
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Jim couldn't help but smile a little smile, even if it was a weak one. “About what you did today…Thanks.”
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“Didn't your pop teach ya how to pick your fights?”
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Sullenly, Jim propped his mop up on the railing and leaned his elbows on it, putting his back to Silver. “No, he never got around to that.”
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“Ahh…I see.” Silver felt sorry for Jim. Even he'd had a pop around for a while, if only a few years. Drawing himself up with a resigned look on his face, Silver took charge. “All right, Jimbo. I'm going to pound a few skills into that thick skull of yours. From here on out you won't eat, sleep, or so much as scratch your bum if I don't say!”
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“What! You can't do that!”
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“I can and I will! Now, Bekkah! I know your listening!” Bekkah slipped out from behind the main mast where she was hiding and grinned a disarming smile. Silver continued. “Tomorrow, you both to wake up early and I'm gonna show you how to be <i>real </i>cabin boys!” He stood there grinning at the two.
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Bekkah raised her hand. “And girl.”
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Sighing, John Silver added, “And girl.”
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The next day, they were rudely awakened by Morph. He transformed into a small trumpet and blew as hard as he could, creating an awful, ear-peircing noise. “Ow! You little! Get over here!” But Morph was too fast for Jim. Not looking, he flew, giggling and snickering, straight into Bekkah's hand.
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“Hah! Got ya! Now you'll feel the true wrath of Bekkah!!” She grinned insanely as the pink blob trapped in her hands whimpered piteously. Jim looked up at her and nearly jumped out of socks.
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“Bekkah! What the-” Bekkah's hair was sticking out at odd angles, some even sticking strait up, and her jacket hung awkwardly off one shoulder. The light coming in from the window gave her eyes the appearance of glowing. The entire effect made her look completely mad.
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Her smile dropped and she looked behind her innocently. “What?”
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Jim just shook his head as if to clear it. “Never mind. Come on, Silver will be expecting us.” Bekkah followed him out of the sleeping area, still holding Morph in her hand.
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“Maybe we can get some decent grub before that slave-driver wakes up.” Unfortunately, her timing was bad. Jim walked straight into Silver's plump belly and stared up into his gold, cyborg eye.
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“What's that yore sayin' about me?”
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Managing to keep her cool air about her, Bekkah replied, “Nothin'. Just sayin' to Jim what a lovely skill an' duff you make.”
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Silver kept a straight face and pretended to lecture her. “Hmm. Really? Well maybe I should make some more tonight.”
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Not able to resist a bit of fun, Jim joined in with their game he said, “Oh no! Please anything but that! Have us scrub the floors all day, just don't make us eat another plate of that mush!” The sight of Jim on the ground made Bekkah's grin grow.
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“Hehee! Jimbo, no! Don't encourage the blighter!”
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Grinning mischievously, Silver grabbed both by the collar of the shirts. “Neither of yeh will be smilin' by the end of today! Here are some chisels, now foller me!”
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Jim took the small metal tools and whispered to Bekkah, “Finally, an easy job. With chisels this small, we can only be doing something easy right?”
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Bekkah nudged him playfully with her elbow. “Oh, trust me, Silver doesn't <i>believe </i>in easy jobs.”
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Jim's shoulders sagged. “Great.”
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