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Jim wakes up slowly, peeking one eye open. He groans slightly and stretches, sighing as he feels his shoulders pop. He lies in the hammock, a small grin slowly making its way onto his face.

He recalls last nights events, a small blush forming on his face. Jim shifts onto his side, expecting to face the girl he fell asleep with.

But much to his disappointment, and a bit of confusion, he's met with an empty space. He gets up swiftly, preparing to search for (Y/N). He slips one of his boots on and ties it, reaching for the other, but it begins to hop away.

Jim looks at his boot, his brows pull together, realizing who was playing tricks on him. "Morph.." he calls tiredly. "..knock it off, it's to early for this."

He follows the boot behind a chest, bending down to look behind it. Morph slowly hopes behind Jim and kicks him, knocking the boy over. He catches himself in time, turning around to glare at the flying boot.

"Ow! Hey Morph!" He yells, trying to reach for the creature. Morph dodges his advances, sticking his tongue out, he blows a raspberry at Jim and snickers.

Morph flies outside, Jim hot on his heel. The small creature quickly ducks under a grate. Jim tries to tackle the pink blob, but misses and lands flat on his stomach.

He groans, pushing himself up with his elbows. Morph emerges after a moment and forms into a puffer fish, puffing his cheeks and spitting a spray of water on Jim's face.

The boy recoils slightly, biting his cheek he looks down into the grate, trying to see Morph. "That's it, you little squid!" Jim says playfully, laughing as Morph shifts into miniature versions of Jim's head, popping up between the spaces of the grate they chant, "You little squid!"

Jim tries to hit them with his boot, but misses. Before he could bring his boot down again, a voice calls out to him. "Should I even ask?" Jim perks up at the voice, turning around and being faced with a tired looking (Y/N).

She shifts on her feet slightly, a cup of tea in her hands. She brings it to her lips, raising a brow at the boy infront of her.

"Morphs been messing with me.." Jim says plainly, taking in her appearance. He stands up, his boot discarded and makes his way towards her. "Where were you?" He asks, reaching a hand up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

(Y/N) leans into his hand, sighing softly. "Just had a craving for morning tea." She says in a sing-song voice, causing Jim to snicker, (Y/N) doing the same.

"You need help catching a Morph?" She asks, peeking over Jim's shoulder, watching as the said creature looks up from the grate slightly, eyeing the two. "After you." Jim replies, smirking.

(Y/N) nods, setting her cup of tea on a nearby barrel and making her way to the grate. But before she could bend down, Morph shoots out and flies away.

Both teens look at eachother and nod, immediately chasing after him. They follow him down to the kitchen, making sure there weren't any unwanted company before continuing down.

They watch as Morph dives into a barrel. Jim dives in, (Y/N) following shortly after. They each try to cup their hands around the chittering creature, laughing at their missed attempts.

Before they could continue however, a voice suddenly calls out. "Look!" She starts, her tone slightly aggravated. "We're just saying we're tired of waiting!" Jim stills slightly, Morph still in his hands. (Y/N) cups a hand over her mouth, trying to cover her breathing.

She bends down slightly to look through a small crack, watching as a few more aliens make their way down the stairs. But what surprises her more is when she catches sight of a certain cyborg.

"There's only four of em left!" Another alien complains, his voice directed at Silver. "We are wanting to move!" Another yells, Silver jerks his head towards them, his eyes darkening.

"We don't move till we got the treasure in hand!" Silver bellows, causing the aliens to shrink back. Jim's eyes widen a fraction, carefully placing his hand in (Y/N)'s and squeezing it.

"I say.." a new voice speaks, Scroop makes his way towards his Captain, his voice low. "..we kill 'em all now." He suggests, a few aliens nodding along. Before he could suggest more, Silver reaches out and grabs his face tightly.

Yanking the spider forward, he growls, "I say what's to say!" He spits firmly, Scroop trying to get out the cyborgs tight grip. He lets go but redirects his grip to the spiders neck.

"Disobey me orders again like that stunt ye pulled with Mr Arrow.." the two teenagers flinch slightly at the mention of the late First Mate. "..and so help me.." Silver continues, his voice becoming louder.

"YOULL BE JOINING HIM!" He hurls Scroop towards the barrel where the two were hiding, the impact causing them to shut their eyes, their hands still in a firm grip.

"You daft bug-brained addled fool!" Silver continues to yell, shaking his arms to emphasize his point. "With all these slip ups, I may just put ye in the brig meself." He finishes, panting lightly from the yelling.

Scroop gets up, clutching his neck, he eyes his Captain before speaking. "Strong talk, but I know otherwise.." he counters, catching Silver off guard.

"You got something to say, Scroop?" Silver says, daring the spider to continue. Scroop reaches into the barrel, blindly searching for a purp while his eyes stayed on the cyborg. His pincer lightly grazes (Y/N)'s cheek, the girls breathing hitching.

She breaths out as he moves his pincer , still looking for a purp. Jim quickly reaches down and grabs one, placing it into the spiders pincer and exhaling as it moves out the barrel.

"It's those two rats.."

Silvers breathing becomes uneven, he eyes the arachnid with wary eyes. "Me thinks you have a.." Scroop continues, popping the purp, he watches as the purple juice flows down his claw and onto his arm. "..soft spot for em."

This catches the attention of the rest of the crew, they turn towards their captain, mumbling quietly and glaring at him. Silver slams his hands on a table, making them all
(Scroop included) flinch.

"Now mark me, the lot of ya!" He yells, his voice echoing slightly. The crew all cower away, backing away slowly. Silver takes notice, taking in a deep breath before releasing.

He speaks again, this time in a more calmer tone. "I care about one thing, and one thing only.." he vows, turning his attention towards Scroop, he yells. "Flints Trove!"

The cyborg snorts quietly, shaking his head. "You think I'd risk it all for the sake of some nose-wiping little welp and that loud mouthed, screeching women? The lass hardly shuts her yap!" He jokes, causing the crew to bellow with laughter.

Down in the barrel, Jim looks down with wide eyes, tears brimming the edge of his eyes. He looks to his right, flinching slightly upon seeing (Y/N). Her eyes were shut tight, and her breathing ragged, her shoulders were shaking violently, from anger or sadness, Jim couldn't tell.

He reaches a hand out and touches her arm, causing her to look at him, tears streamed down her face, Jim's heart breaking slightly at the sight. "That.." she tries to say, but gets cut off by a sob.

(Y/N) takes in a deep breath before looking at Jim once more, tears still running down her cheeks, but her eyes were dark. She glares harshly, her grip on Jim's hand becoming unbearably strong.

"That cyborg lied to us.." she says shakily, Jim nodding with her.

"What was it now?" Scroops voice suddenly calls, "You have the makings of greatness in you!" He repeats the words that Silver had said to Jim. The cyborg glares at him, his hands curled into fists.

"Shut eye yap!" He orders, "I cozied up to those two to keep 'em off our scent!" He tries to reason. Both (Y/N) and Jim look down in defeat, shaking their heads slightly. "But I ain't gone soft." Silver growls, looking around his crew.

Scroop was about to make another remark, but gets cut off by voice from above. "Land ho!!" All eyes turn upwards, wicked grins adorning their faces, the crew all scamper up the steps, Silver and Scroop being the last.

The spider harshly bumps shoulders with his Captains before making his way up the stairs, snickering quietly. Silver sighs, shaking his head before following after. Morph quickly flies out the barrel and joins Silver happily, leaving both teens to sit in silently, feeling defeated.

...

3rd POV

The crew quickly make their way up the stairs, and stare wide eyed at the sight infront of them. There stood Treasure planet, in all her glory. An alien bellows a laugh.

"There it is!" He yells excitedly. He points to the planet, not once taking his eyes off if it. "Fears eyes and click heels if you got 'em!" He playfully calls, receiving a few laughs.

Silver harshly shoves his way to the front, standing in awe at the gorgeous planet. He's eyes trail over its many features, smirking happily and in triumph. Morph flies from behind him and chirps, rubbing against Silvers cheek affectionately.

He squints slightly, his poor eyesight not helping him see the planet properly. He reaches into his pocket, feeling around for a moment before looking up in question.

"Where the devil's me glass?"

...

After a moment of silence, Jim makes his way out of the barrel, (Y/N) silently following after him. He stands there a moment before taking a step forward, his knees buckling under him.

With a startled yelp, (Y/N) reaches forward and grabs him under his arms, slowly sinking to the floor with him. A sob breaks her out of her thoughts, watching as tears flow from Jim's eyes. The boy sits there, crying harshly as his best friend holds onto him, allowing him to cry.

After a few minutes, his crying is reduced to sniffling. Jim wipes his eyes and weakly makes his way to stand. (Y/N) holds onto his arm for a moment before standing infront of him.

She reaches up and cups his cheek, Jim turning to look at her, his eyes puffy and red. (Y/N) shakes her head slightly, shutting her eyes she rests her forehead against his. "I'm so sorry.." she whispers, hoping her words bring even an ounce of comfort to the boy she cared about.

Jim nods in thanks to her, smiling slightly, they stand there for a moment. Jim's eyes suddenly snap open, pulling away from (Y/N), he grabs her arm and tugs her towards the stirs. "We gotta go!" He yells, (Y/N) gasping at the realization that they were both in serious danger, she nods, following after him.

But just as they reached the edge of the stairs, a large shadow looms over them, causing them to skid to a stop. Silver stood there, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Jimbo? Cima?" He questions, a confused smile on his face.

(Y/N) backs away slowly, tugging Jim behind her, under different circumstances, the boy would be laughing at his friends attempt to shield him form the danger infront of them, but obviously now wasn't the time.

Silver slowly makes his way towards the two, eyeing them warily. "Playing game are we?" He asks, both teens eyes widening upon realization. The cyborg knew they had heard him, and he wasent planning on letting them slip away...not unless they did something about that.

"Yeah.." Jim draws out, his back bumping against the side of the table. "We're playing games.."he mumbles, reaching his hand around the table, searching for something. "Oh.." Silver says, his eyes slowly forming into a slight glare. "..I see" he rubs his chin, his hand going behind his back to his holster.

(Y/N) eyes widen a bit, tapping Jim's arm discreetly, silently telling him to "hurry up and find something!" "Well I was never much good at games." Silver jokes, a light laugh rumbling from him. Jim feels his hand rub against something, finding a small knife, he clutches it around his fingers, slowly bringing it to his side.

"Yeah.." Jim says, gripping (Y/N)'s arm, he launches forward. "Us too!" He yells, bending down and cutting Silvers robotic leg. The cyborg screams in pain, bending down and clutching his prosthetic.

Jim makes his way to the top of the stairs, Silver slowly crawling after him. The boy makes his way towards the Captains room, slipping inside and shutting the door before Silver could reach them, Morph quickly slipping into the room with them.

Silver stands and growls in annoyance, his fists shaking. "Oh blast it all!" He yells, catching the attention of the crew. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a whistle, blowing it, the crew look at him with devilish smirks. "Change of plans lads!" He calls, his arm shifting into a sword. "We move now!"

The crew cheer at his announcement, running around and high-fiving eachother. "Strike our colors Mr Onus!" He calls to an alien, the alien smirking and nodding towards him. "Me pleasure Captain!" He salutes, turning and ripping the flag of the R.L.S Legacy off the pole.

The crew run and grab guns from the armory, securing them and laughing. They all begin heading towards the map room, Silver following closely behind. The cyborg looks up, watching as his flag rises, flapping in the wind. He smirks wide, facing forward he raises his sword, his own laugh bellowing.

It's his time to shine.

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