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TP: Treasure Seeker -- 7 - Secret Intentions
In the galley, the crew mumbled amongst themselves. Only the gated window above them gave some light into the dark room, and the whispered tones of the workers created a thick, unsettling atmosphere. They all ceased their conversations when the heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. In came Silver.
"So," he said, "We're all here."
A few of the crew settled themselves more comfortably in there positions before listening,
"Fine. Now," he continued with subtly, walking slowly through the galley "If ya pardon my plain speaking gentlemen, are ya all " he paused for an instant to change his mechanic hand into a sharp blade, "Stark ravin', totally blinkin' daft!" he swung his sword around yelling as he did so. The crew ducked and dodged his swings; clearly he was in visible rage.
"After all me connivin' gettin' us hired as an upstandin' crew," he leered at the group and walked straight to Scroop, "You want to blow the whole mutiny before it's time?"
"The boy was sniffing about," S
TP: Treasure Seeker -- 6 - Scars
Sitting at a table, Hannah held out her bruised arm so Silver could mend it. It was a nasty bruise, larger than her hand, but no blood was drawn. She rolled up her sleeve and saw her wound, but it didn't shock her, she had been in worse situations.
"How're ya feelin', lass?" Silver asked, as he looked through some drawers in the room.
"I'm doing just fine," she assured him. But in her head, she obviously didn't feel fine. Her arm was throbbing with pain and her throat hurt when she spoke, but she didn't want to reveal her weakness.
"Yer a tough little one aren't ya? I've never seen a lass like you who could take a hit like that and tink nothin' of it," he commented as he pulled a ribbon of cloth and some medicine from a cabinet.
"I try," is all she said. Her usual smiled faded and she looked at the table. She rested her head on her hand, still trying to get enough oxygen back in her system. Silver walked to the table seeing her, raised his brow and said,
"Don't worry, it won't hurt as
TP: Treasure Seeker -- 5 - Dead Weight
Jim slapped his mop on the deck, irritated about the boring assignment they had.
"Yeah I got your 'Mr. Mop'," Jim mumbled to himself. The atmosphere around the ship was bleaker than when they first took off. A mist settled around them, and was cooler than the warm air back at Montressor Spaceport. Hannah swabbed the deck with him, equally uninterested in the task. But she had to brighten up the mood somehow, even in the dreary mist.
"Well, it's not that bad," she grinned, "At least we're on this boat. It may not be the greatest, thrilling journey we were thinking about. But, when we finally land at our destination, we'll get our fair share."
Jim pondered on what she said, and lifted his spirits enough to ask a few questions. It was in his mind ever since he left the galley, so he brought it up cautiously, "So, you already know Silver?"
"Yeah, we met at the Spaceport about " she paused, looked up and thought, "three or four days ago probably."
"Did he talk to you first or the
TP: Treasure Seeker -- 4 - The Launch
Hannah wiped her brow once she put the last of the supply packages in the storage cell. She dusted off her hands and made her way on deck, where everything was finally prepared for the long journey. In her mind, she couldn't quite get a hold of the possibility of finding treasure. Not just a treasure, but the treasure. The very loot that she heard about when she was so young. But that wasn't the only thing she was excited about. Finally being apart of something made her stamina rise, she was never apart of a team like this. Plus the thought of being forever in legend as being apart of the crew who found Flint's Trove- that could give anyone a pep in their step. It's time to leave the past behind, she thought, and time to show everyone that even I have a future.
"All hands to stations!" Mr. Arrow bellowed to the crew.
Then every person on deck went in all directions. Up the masts, climbing the rat's nest, pulling rope, yelling at each other, it was the sound of excitement
TP: Treasure Seeker -- 3 - Silver
"That woman, that feline!" Doctor Doppler ranted. He, Jim and Hannah were tramping down the steps that lead to the galley with Mr. Arrow behind them, "Who does she think is working for whom?"
"It's my map," Jim put in, "And she's got me busting tables."
"And I was hired as a part of this crew! Now all I'm gonna do is serve soup?"
Hannah exclaimed when Mr. Arrow seemed to have heard enough of the subject.
"I'll not tolerate a crossword about our captain," he demanded as he gripped their shoulders. He was definitely strong- in appearance and in his voice too. But he was a loyal companion, no doubt about that, "There's no finer officer in this or any galaxy."
Embarrassed about the ranting, they rubbed the backs of their necks. Before anything else was said, they heard whistling in the back of the room. Jim couldn't see the person clearly because of the steam coming from a stove in the center of the kitchen.
"Mr. Silver," said Arrow addressing the stranger.
"Why, Mr. Arrow sir!" said
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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