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A terrible pounding threatened to split
her head in two. It started just behind
her eyes and seemed to radiate back-
wards. She needed to lay down. She
needed to sleep. Already, the feline
couldn’t recall the last time she got a
restful sleep. Usually she slept best when
on a ship, but this crew set her teeth on
edge. And with the one person she could
trust gone, she doubted she would get any
rest this night.
It was a shame that the good doctor on board
wasn’t a medical doctor, since this aching in
her head was enough to bring forth concern.
Amelia showed no sign of it, at least, if she
did, it was very minimal.
She turned towards him as the words left
his month, head slightly cocked.
Was he actually concerned for her?
Or was he looking for weakness?
Amelia was willing to bet her vessel on the
s e c o n d option. And that was quiet
agitating. The woman took a deep breath
and straightened herself to full height, arms
moving to the small of her back. She was the
Captain, N O T his friend, or even aquaintance.
” I appreciate the offer, Mr. Silver. “
Except she didn’t. At all.
” If I require any motivational words,
you shall be the first to know. “
Tobacco burned as the pipe lingered
in his mouth, eye set forth and away
from her scrutinizing gaze. Of course
she’d put up those walls - any Captain
would do the same. Hard as nails and
twice as sharp.
Smoke billowed, his grin forming to
the jovial cook he was aiming for.
❝ I do what I can Cap’,n tha’
be the truth o’ it. Learned a trick
or two time and time again -
wouldn’t be hard t’ assist. ❞
Silver could sense her agitation
and commanding tone. It was easy
to let ones anger billow at the
disrespect but Silver was cut from
a different mold. Smile, nod. Avoid the
obvious and keep with the illusion.
Flint’s trove depended on it.
Gears were clicking, eye set
forward. Didn’t matter much
what was before him, just
so he could keep going.
Treasure Planet - I’m still here
They can’t tell me who to be
'Cause I'm not what they see
Yeah, the world is still sleepin’ while I keep on dreaming for me
And their words are just whispers and lies that I’ll never believe
Treasure Planet scribbles! Aaaa this movie has some impressive character designs if you ask me
Captain Amelia ( + )
"Those gears and gyros clickin’ and whirrin’… like the devil himself! He’s after me chest… that fiendish cyborg and his band of cutthroats.”
Keep yourself together,
He wouldn’t want you to f all apart.
But how was she supposed to do that when
she felt like she had been s h a t t e r e d?
And her rage wanted to overflow at this moment
more than Silver could possibly realize. Some-
thing was peculiar about the whole ordeal. Jim
may have been a rebellious pain-in-the-arse but
he wasn’t dense. He knew how to secure lifelines.
Yet Mr. Arrow still found himself tumbling into
the eternal void of space. And the Captain
had been carrying the weight of her doubts
about this particular crew since day one. She
just wasn’t fool enough to let them know.
It was nearly impossible to conjure up a smile.
And she was sure that the falseness wouldn’t
go unnoticed. Especially not with the cyborg.
” Yes, well.. How very kindof you.
But I am in no need of your assistance. “
As if the inspection of his pipe was the most important
thing; Silver rolled the item in his fingers, playing off the
moment as just a simple talk. Maybe the Captain should
have just been left alone — but that wasn’t his style. This
could very well be a way to find what pressure would be
needed.. for when the time of reckoning would come.
❝Of course, of course.❞
It had to do with Mr. Arrow. It was certain.
Scroop was a dirty scalawag - boisterous
and deceitful. Putting the blame to Jim
would be something to be addressed.
Despite the gut wrenching annoyance of feeling the
old Ursid had come to have around the cabin boy,
John refused to be seen as soft. Scroop would be
the first to pay once he was Captain.
A soft whirl of machinery vibrated as a metal
eye examined the woman once more.
❝Need and want are two separate fellows,
playin’ for the same goal. Maybe yeh don’t
need it; but offer stands if a want arises.❞
”—And what’ve you been getting up to?”
Jim’s heart leapt into his mouth at the sight of his old friend, but
he steadied himself, slid back into his cool bad-boy demeanor
and leaned against the mast, casually tossing a fresh purp back
and forth between deft inventor’s hands. It was a testament to
his strong will that he didn’t break down and embrace the other
like he so wanted to.
❝Oh yeh know me, Jimbo! Keepin’ meself busy —
well hidden and the ilk.❞
It was unexpected; to come across the young lad in happenstance;
but Silver wouldn’t be one to discourage it. Welcoming or not, Silver
missed him. Just as any old spacer would, John reserved his
excitement to a nonchalant wave of gears and bolts, before chucking
deeply in his chest.
❝And what of yeh? Finally get some settlement
She wasn’t exactly having the best
time of it at the moment. She had
snapped at Mr. Turnbuckle rather harshly.
But she had her reasons, Mr. Arrow was…
L O S T
But now, she thought she was alone, her
hands were clenched against the side of
her ship, head bent, ears flattened against
her skull, eyes closed. She was really just
trying to focus on her breathing when she
heard the voice. The voice that was
familiar and unwelcome.
" Mr. Silver. "
She was hoping her voice wasn’t shaking.
”What are you prattling on about?”
He always seemed to be filling her cabin-boy’s head
with his nonsense, and now it seemed he had come
to do the same to her.
Tobacco burned with a draw of breath;
caused by none other than himself.
Silver enjoyed the moments of solidarity
on deck yet it appeared his need would
be cut short by a melancholy Captain.
At least — temporary Captain.
❝Appeared yeh had a moment is all, Cap’n — been
prattilin’ about many a t’ings in my day but that be
one of the best.❞
Exhaling the smoke from his lungs,
Silver took his chances by standing
along side the woman; his own half
synthetic gaze set to the distant nebula
off the side.
❝No offence o’ course; just tryin’ to settle a mind.❞