Chapter 3 - A Friendship
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 3 - A Friendship
Chapter 3 - A Friendship
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Jim was starting to wish he'd never found the treasure map
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Jim was starting to wish he'd never found the treasure map. He sat on a board hanging down from the ship above him with John Silver yelling “encouragements” beside him. “Put some elbow into it!” Grumbling quietly, Jim pushed the chisel with aching arms against the barnacle covered bottom of the R.L.S. Legacy. Bekkah was on the other side, sitting on a board of her own. She had some how managed to get halfway across the bottom of the ship, destroying any little barnacle in her way.
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Smiling she waved her chisel at them at them. “So, Jimbo, is this an easy job?”
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Jim shot her an annoyed look. “How did you get so far?! I haven't even gotten more then a meter!”
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Arms crossed on his chest, Silver answered, “Maybe she doesn't waste her time mumbling. Now put you back in it!” Little did Jim know, that wasn't his first job.
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As the weeks wore on, Silver put the two to even more work. He made them both work on cleaning the large ship's cannons. The huge, brass guns were so dirty both teenagers came out completely covered in oil. Silver sat nearby, munching on a purp. “You missed a spot.” Sighing exasperatedly, they both continued scrubbing.
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After making them both skin a load of potatoes for dinner, Silver taught Jim how to tie a rope securely. They sat up in the crow's nest while Bekkah listened from below. Silver quickly tied a knot and held it out to Jim, but realized he wasn't there anymore. He peered over the edge and found a rope hanging over, with Jim at the bottom walking away with his hands in his pockets. Sighing, John picked up the rope and was surprised to see it was an exact replica of his own rope. But he wasn't to let Jim get off easy.
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After the crew had eaten supper some weeks later, rows and rows of dirty dishes were lined up. “Last job of the day, you two!” He pushed both Jim and Bekkah forward and thrust a pair of sponges in their hands.
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Jim spoke for both of them. “Goody.”
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Silver smiled at him. “I knew you'd feel that way. Have fun!”
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Bekkah plunked down on a stool and picked up a greasy pot. “Better get started. These dished aren't gonna clean themselves.” Jim followed suit and began scrubbing.
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Not more then half-hour later, Silver came back in, carrying in his arms another load of dirty pots and pans. Bekkah dropped her spnge on the ground and leaned back. “Come one, be fair. You've had us scrubbing, scraping, and rubbing at anything on this boat that was so much dusty while you lounge around getting fat!”
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Smiling, Silver pointed out the obvious. “Oh, you already know I was fat before I came on this ship. Now, git scubbing!” With that, he left Jim and Bekkah with only each other and lots of dirty dishes for company.
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Jim glanced sideways at Bekkah. “Is he always this cruel?”
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Laughing, she picked up another pot and began scrubbing. “When isn't he?”
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Placing a clean pan to the side, Jim asked a question that had been nagging on his mind since he'd met her. “How long have you known Silver?”
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Sighing, Bekkah looked at the ceiling as if she was thinking. “I guess it's been eight years now. Yeah, eight years.”
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“Wow. How's you guys meet?”
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She let out another laugh and shook her head. “It's a long story. You probably wouldn't want to hear it anyways.”
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He looked at her with his deep blue eyes. “Ya know, we've got a lot of dishes to clean and a lot of time. I'm listening.”
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She looked up at him with doubting eyes. “No you don't. Not really.” Then she added in a barely audible mumble, “Nobody does.” With that, they both continued scrubbing and drying late into the night without a word passing between them.
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As the stars deep in the Etherium shone on the flying Legacy, Silver crept back into the galley. The first thing he saw was the stacks of clean sparkling dishes lined up along the walls and counters. Then his cyborg eye came to rest on the sleeping form of Jim. Smiling, he took off his coat and laid it across Jim's shoulders. He shifted in his sleep as the cyborg walked off and opened one eye to watch John Silver walk out the open door and into the night.
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<b>………………..</b><b></b>
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After that, Jim began to feel a connection with not just Bekkah, but Silver. It was something he'd never felt before, friendship. Sure he'd had friends before, but they all lied and betrayed him. But this time, it was different. He actually felt…<i>wanted</i>.
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Silver taught Jim new things about everything. From dishes to rope to the engines on the ship's longboats, Jim felt he knew everything now. They all laughed, joked, and teased. One particular evening, the night air was cold so the crew went below to where they ate and shared stories.
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Jim sat on the stairs holding a mug of steaming hot chocolate, watching Silver tell a story about a fire breathing lizard and everyone laughing at the falsehood of the story. His eyes slowly skimmed across the crew members, noticing how even Scroob looked friendly in the light of the lanterns.
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Then his eyes fell on Bekkah, who was sitting at a table across from him. Scroob made a blonde joke and she just laughed, then began singing “The Itsy-Bitsy Spider”, emphasizing on the washed out part. Then she turned toward Jim, a smile lingering on her rosy lips. But Jim couldn't help but notice a hint of sadness deep in her bright blue eyes. She turned her head back to the conversation when someone else mage fun of her golden hair, making an even better come back in return. Despite all the laughter and noise, Jim couldn't take his eyes off her, remembering that moment forever.
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The next day brought warm skies and Silver brought them both down to the longboat hold. Letting them help him haul one over to the bay doors. “Okay, nice and easy now,” Silver kept saying. “Good! Right there.” He pressed a big button and watched the doors open before hopping into the boat and casting off. Jim watched with a smile but in his heart remembered how his father had left him when he was a boy.
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Before he could think anything else, Bekkah brought him out of his thoughts. “Jim! Let's go!” He looked up just in time to see her jump out the doors. Panic swept through him and he dropped to his knees to try and catch her, only to see her and Silver sitting in the longboat, smiling up at him. He returned the smile and jumped in with them.
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“So, where are we going today?” Jim inquired to Silver.
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Silver smiled and moved away from the control conducts. “Well, I was thinkin' about a lesson in flight anatomy today. Now, sit down here…” Silver began explaining what different controls did. Jim excitedly sat down and grabbed the steering handles, pressed some buttons, flipped some switches, and they were off.
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The jolt of sudden movement caused Silver and Bekkah to almost fly out of their seats. Bekkah sat in front of Jim, holding on to whatever she could as Jim twisted, turned and flipped the longboat. She let out a laugh of pure glee. As they flew away from the R.L.S. Legacy, they spotted a pale blue comet gliding in icy waves across the etherium. Jim, on impulse, fly straight to it. “Whooohahahaaaa!!!!” He let out a wild laugh and plunged the longboat into the cold center of the comet, circling around small icicles and large chunks of solar ice. By the time he pulled the small ship out of the comet, they were all covered in ice.
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Bekkah pushed Jim out of the way. “My turn!” Reluctantly, he gave up the seat, allowing her to take control. Almost before he was sitting down, she was off, speeding deeper into the etherium.
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It was late before they all finally made it back to the Legacy. Laughing and giggling like children, they all collapsed in the bottom of the longboat. Silver was the first to regain his composure. “Ah, Jimbo if I could handle a boat like yeh when I was yore age, they'd be bowin' in the streets to me today!”
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Still with a smile plastered on his face, Jim sighed. “Well, they weren't exactly singin' my praises when I left home. But I'm gonna change all that.”
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Looking at him quizzically Silver responded, “Are ya know? How so?”
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Leaning back with his hands behind his head and eyes closed, Jim said, “Let's just say I've got some plans that'll make people see me a little different.”
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Bekkah looked at him with a blank face. “Do you really care that much about what people think about you?” Jim opened his eyes and looked at her.
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Silver looked sadly at his mechanical hand. “Aye, sometimes plans can go astray.”
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Removing his hands from the back of his head, Jim turned his eyes to Silver's mechanical leg where he was turning a knob to adjust it. “How'd that happen anyway?” he asked quietly.
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Flexing his cyborg hand, Silver said distantly, “You give a few things…Chasin' a dream…”
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“Was it worth it?”
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A smile spread across the cyborg's craggy features. “I'm hopin' it tis, Jimbo. I most surely am.” Bekkah smiled at him
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Before anyone could say another word, the ship gave a mighty leach to the side. Dilbert's voice could be heard above. “Good heavens! Th estar Pellucid! It's gone supernova!”
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The commanding voice of Captain Amelia could be heard over the deafening roar that had consumed the Legacy. “All hands on deck!!”
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Bekkah grabbed Jim's hand and dashed madly for the door. “I don't know what we can really do, but come on!” Jim held tight on her hand and ran with her.
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Jim was starting to wish he'd never found the treasure map. He sat on a board hanging down from the ship above him with John Silver yelling “encouragements” beside him. “Put some elbow into it!” Grumbling quietly, Jim pushed the chisel with aching arms against the barnacle covered bottom of the R.L.S. Legacy. Bekkah was on the other side, sitting on a board of her own. She had some how managed to get halfway across the bottom of the ship, destroying any little barnacle in her way.
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Smiling she waved her chisel at them at them. “So, Jimbo, is this an easy job?”
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Jim shot her an annoyed look. “How did you get so far?! I haven't even gotten more then a meter!”
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Arms crossed on his chest, Silver answered, “Maybe she doesn't waste her time mumbling. Now put you back in it!” Little did Jim know, that wasn't his first job.
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As the weeks wore on, Silver put the two to even more work. He made them both work on cleaning the large ship's cannons. The huge, brass guns were so dirty both teenagers came out completely covered in oil. Silver sat nearby, munching on a purp. “You missed a spot.” Sighing exasperatedly, they both continued scrubbing.
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After making them both skin a load of potatoes for dinner, Silver taught Jim how to tie a rope securely. They sat up in the crow's nest while Bekkah listened from below. Silver quickly tied a knot and held it out to Jim, but realized he wasn't there anymore. He peered over the edge and found a rope hanging over, with Jim at the bottom walking away with his hands in his pockets. Sighing, John picked up the rope and was surprised to see it was an exact replica of his own rope. But he wasn't to let Jim get off easy.
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After the crew had eaten supper some weeks later, rows and rows of dirty dishes were lined up. “Last job of the day, you two!” He pushed both Jim and Bekkah forward and thrust a pair of sponges in their hands.
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Jim spoke for both of them. “Goody.”
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Silver smiled at him. “I knew you'd feel that way. Have fun!”
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Bekkah plunked down on a stool and picked up a greasy pot. “Better get started. These dished aren't gonna clean themselves.” Jim followed suit and began scrubbing.
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Not more then half-hour later, Silver came back in, carrying in his arms another load of dirty pots and pans. Bekkah dropped her spnge on the ground and leaned back. “Come one, be fair. You've had us scrubbing, scraping, and rubbing at anything on this boat that was so much dusty while you lounge around getting fat!”
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Smiling, Silver pointed out the obvious. “Oh, you already know I was fat before I came on this ship. Now, git scubbing!” With that, he left Jim and Bekkah with only each other and lots of dirty dishes for company.
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Jim glanced sideways at Bekkah. “Is he always this cruel?”
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Laughing, she picked up another pot and began scrubbing. “When isn't he?”
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Placing a clean pan to the side, Jim asked a question that had been nagging on his mind since he'd met her. “How long have you known Silver?”
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Sighing, Bekkah looked at the ceiling as if she was thinking. “I guess it's been eight years now. Yeah, eight years.”
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“Wow. How's you guys meet?”
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She let out another laugh and shook her head. “It's a long story. You probably wouldn't want to hear it anyways.”
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He looked at her with his deep blue eyes. “Ya know, we've got a lot of dishes to clean and a lot of time. I'm listening.”
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She looked up at him with doubting eyes. “No you don't. Not really.” Then she added in a barely audible mumble, “Nobody does.” With that, they both continued scrubbing and drying late into the night without a word passing between them.
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As the stars deep in the Etherium shone on the flying Legacy, Silver crept back into the galley. The first thing he saw was the stacks of clean sparkling dishes lined up along the walls and counters. Then his cyborg eye came to rest on the sleeping form of Jim. Smiling, he took off his coat and laid it across Jim's shoulders. He shifted in his sleep as the cyborg walked off and opened one eye to watch John Silver walk out the open door and into the night.
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<b>………………..</b><b></b>
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<b> </b>
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After that, Jim began to feel a connection with not just Bekkah, but Silver. It was something he'd never felt before, friendship. Sure he'd had friends before, but they all lied and betrayed him. But this time, it was different. He actually felt…<i>wanted</i>.
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Silver taught Jim new things about everything. From dishes to rope to the engines on the ship's longboats, Jim felt he knew everything now. They all laughed, joked, and teased. One particular evening, the night air was cold so the crew went below to where they ate and shared stories.
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Jim sat on the stairs holding a mug of steaming hot chocolate, watching Silver tell a story about a fire breathing lizard and everyone laughing at the falsehood of the story. His eyes slowly skimmed across the crew members, noticing how even Scroob looked friendly in the light of the lanterns.
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Then his eyes fell on Bekkah, who was sitting at a table across from him. Scroob made a blonde joke and she just laughed, then began singing “The Itsy-Bitsy Spider”, emphasizing on the washed out part. Then she turned toward Jim, a smile lingering on her rosy lips. But Jim couldn't help but notice a hint of sadness deep in her bright blue eyes. She turned her head back to the conversation when someone else mage fun of her golden hair, making an even better come back in return. Despite all the laughter and noise, Jim couldn't take his eyes off her, remembering that moment forever.
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The next day brought warm skies and Silver brought them both down to the longboat hold. Letting them help him haul one over to the bay doors. “Okay, nice and easy now,” Silver kept saying. “Good! Right there.” He pressed a big button and watched the doors open before hopping into the boat and casting off. Jim watched with a smile but in his heart remembered how his father had left him when he was a boy.
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Before he could think anything else, Bekkah brought him out of his thoughts. “Jim! Let's go!” He looked up just in time to see her jump out the doors. Panic swept through him and he dropped to his knees to try and catch her, only to see her and Silver sitting in the longboat, smiling up at him. He returned the smile and jumped in with them.
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“So, where are we going today?” Jim inquired to Silver.
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Silver smiled and moved away from the control conducts. “Well, I was thinkin' about a lesson in flight anatomy today. Now, sit down here…” Silver began explaining what different controls did. Jim excitedly sat down and grabbed the steering handles, pressed some buttons, flipped some switches, and they were off.
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The jolt of sudden movement caused Silver and Bekkah to almost fly out of their seats. Bekkah sat in front of Jim, holding on to whatever she could as Jim twisted, turned and flipped the longboat. She let out a laugh of pure glee. As they flew away from the R.L.S. Legacy, they spotted a pale blue comet gliding in icy waves across the etherium. Jim, on impulse, fly straight to it. “Whooohahahaaaa!!!!” He let out a wild laugh and plunged the longboat into the cold center of the comet, circling around small icicles and large chunks of solar ice. By the time he pulled the small ship out of the comet, they were all covered in ice.
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Bekkah pushed Jim out of the way. “My turn!” Reluctantly, he gave up the seat, allowing her to take control. Almost before he was sitting down, she was off, speeding deeper into the etherium.
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It was late before they all finally made it back to the Legacy. Laughing and giggling like children, they all collapsed in the bottom of the longboat. Silver was the first to regain his composure. “Ah, Jimbo if I could handle a boat like yeh when I was yore age, they'd be bowin' in the streets to me today!”
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Still with a smile plastered on his face, Jim sighed. “Well, they weren't exactly singin' my praises when I left home. But I'm gonna change all that.”
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Looking at him quizzically Silver responded, “Are ya know? How so?”
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Leaning back with his hands behind his head and eyes closed, Jim said, “Let's just say I've got some plans that'll make people see me a little different.”
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Bekkah looked at him with a blank face. “Do you really care that much about what people think about you?” Jim opened his eyes and looked at her.
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Silver looked sadly at his mechanical hand. “Aye, sometimes plans can go astray.”
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Removing his hands from the back of his head, Jim turned his eyes to Silver's mechanical leg where he was turning a knob to adjust it. “How'd that happen anyway?” he asked quietly.
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Flexing his cyborg hand, Silver said distantly, “You give a few things…Chasin' a dream…”
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“Was it worth it?”
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A smile spread across the cyborg's craggy features. “I'm hopin' it tis, Jimbo. I most surely am.” Bekkah smiled at him
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Before anyone could say another word, the ship gave a mighty leach to the side. Dilbert's voice could be heard above. “Good heavens! Th estar Pellucid! It's gone supernova!”
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The commanding voice of Captain Amelia could be heard over the deafening roar that had consumed the Legacy. “All hands on deck!!”
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Bekkah grabbed Jim's hand and dashed madly for the door. “I don't know what we can really do, but come on!” Jim held tight on her hand and ran with her.
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Redwall_Artist on June 19, 2006, 2:49:31 PM
I like how you took the movie and worded it.