Chapter 1 - The beginning
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 1 - The beginning
Chapter 1 - The beginning
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Ok. So Jim Hawkins was just your ordinary rebellious 16 year old. Of course, he was a genius and was always getting into trouble because of it. Some people said he would outgrow it. Others knew better. His mom, Sarah Hawkins, had done the best job that she could to raise him while taking care of the family business. But with no father figure, Jim would have an empty void in his life. But you know how the story goes.
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One rainy evening, as he was sitting on his roof, nursing his smoldering anger towards his mother after another of their fights (this time involving the police), a small, round ship flew across the sky and smashed into one of the landing bridges next to the Benbow Inn. Instinctively, Jim slid off the wet roof and ran to the smoking space shuttle. As soon as he got there, the round door opened and a large turtle like creature crawled out, carrying a small wooden chest.
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“Sir, are you okay?” Jim asked, about ready to run back to the Inn and lock the door.
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Through wheezing breaths, the creature managed to gasp out, “Must protect me treasure!” he pulled his wooden chest closer to him.
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Jim figured the creature must've bonked his head a little too hard in his crash. <i>Doesn't this guy know that this is Montressor? Nothing goes on here, </i>he thought. Never the less, he took the turtle-guy's arm across his shoulders and guided him up to the Inn. “Mom's gonna love this,” he said to no one in particular.
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Back inside, his mom was discussing with Dilbert, her good friend and confident, about Jim and how he needed his dad back in his life. She opened a small locket she wore around her neck and stared admiringly at the moving pictures of Jim as a kid inside. Suddenly Jim opened the door and rain water poured inside as lightning flashed in the back ground. Sarah almost fainted with fright. “Jim Hawkins!” she scolded.
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“He needs help!” Carefully laying the oversized creature on the ground, Jim ignored his mom.
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The creature moaned as he struggled to reach where his wooden chest had fallen. “Can't let them get me treasure…” Jim pushed the chest over to him. The creature's pointed fingers tapped a code into some buttons on the front and the chest opened. Grunting with pain, he pulled out a small, round bundle and placed it into Jim's hands as he stared wide-eyed at the hulking beast. A ship could be heard from a distance away outside and the creature grabbed Jim's shirt. “Beware the cyborg!” Those were the last, raspy words of the strange creature.
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<i>Crash!!!</i> Yelling and shouts could be heard over the downpour outside. Jim hurried to the window and opened a spot in the holographic screen. The breath was stolen from his body as icy fingers of fear gripped his heart. Pirates! It was the only word he needed for motivation. “Let's get out of here!” he yelled, grabbing his mom and Dilbert's hands.
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They ran madly upstairs as a splintering noise came from the doorway. More shouts and crashing followed as the pirates smashed plates and furniture. They shouted things like, “Is it here?” “Where is it!” Then a commanding voice over powered them all. “Find it! Hurry upstairs, you slow-witted excuse for pirates!”
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Upstairs, the three escapers legs were burning from the strain. The came to a large window and Dilbert leaned outside giving a loud whistle. He was rewarded by a honking noise coming from below where a carriage and strange looking two-legged animal stood. “Good girl! Stay, Delilah!”
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Taking Sarah's hand he said, “Alright on the count of three.” Jim looked over his shoulder with extreme impatience. “One. Two-“
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“Three!” Jim pushed all of them over the edge and the fell with a bounce into the carriage.
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Dilbert instantly took the reins and urged the weird horse forward. Sarah looked back at the now-burning inn. A look of despair, disappointment, and sorrow flooded all her senses. Her life, hope, and dreams now was being taken away by the glowing flames. Jim looked over at her with sadness in his own heart. He unwrapped the circular bundle and stared quizzically at the brass sphere that lay in his hand.
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Later at Dilbert's large book-filled laboratory, Jim stood with his back against a wall staring at the curious markings that surrounded the whole of the little sphere. Across the room, Dilbert draped a warm blanket across Sarah's shivering shoulders. “I'm so sorry, Sarah,” he was saying. “The Benbow Inn has burned down to the ground. There's nothing left.” She buried her face in her hands as tears of frustration and sorrow flowed unchecked down her cheeks.
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Jim knew it was his fault, but what was he <i>supposed</i> to have done? Leave the dying creature out in the rain? The pirates would've attacked their inn anyway. Now all they owned was a few coins, the clothes on their backs, and Dilbert's friendship.
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Jim heard Dilbert talking as if faraway as he fidgeted with the sphere. “If only I could figure out those markings. It will probably take me <i>years</i> of studying to even <i>begin</i> to comprehend th-”
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The brass sphere had opened up as a result of some twisting and pushing at it. Blue tendrils flew out from the now-open ball and surrounded the entire room. Everyone stared in awe as it formed into a holographic map of their galaxy. Instinctively, Dilbert started naming some of the planets and nebulas. “Look! It's the Lagoon Nebula! And see here, it's Montressor! Oops.” The map started to zoom farther into the galaxy when he accidentally touched a planet. He continued naming things until he came to one that only the fantastical Jim Hawkins. A planet with two rings going opposite ways in a criss-cross way lay in front of them. None of them could believe their eyes.
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“It's Treasure Planet!”
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After much convincing on both Jim and Dilbert's part, they managed to get Sarah to let them go. Completely enthralled with the adventure they were about to embark on, They traveled through the packed streets of Montressor Space Port. Being men, of course, they would neither admit that they were last or get directions. Finally deciding to ask a strange looking creature, they spotted the beautiful “ship-shape” vessel that they had hired to transport them along with the crew.
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A half-hour later, after they met the feline captain of the ship, Dilbert and Jim found themselves grumbling on their way to the galleys.
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“Who does she think she is?” Dilbert complained, swaying awkwardly in his oversized, metal space-suit.
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“It's <i>my</i> map!” Jim blurted out only to feel a heavy hand fall on his shoulder.
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“I will not have anyone talking about the Captain in such a way!” Mr. Arrows, the large, sturdy (kinda rocky) first mate said.
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As they reached the darkened galleys, they heard whistling. When they walked into the room, they saw a large man chopping up different items and throwing them into a large pot of stew. Upon seeing them, he turned. “Hello, me fine commander, how are ye this fine day?” The large, fat man stepped out and swept his hat off in a fine bow. But the first thin Jim noticed about him was his right arm and leg had been replaced by whirring gears and gadgets. He was a cyborg. Instantly, Jim didn't like him.
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Before anyone could say anything more, he dished up two dishes of the stew and thrust them into Dilbert and Jim's empty hands. “The name's John Silver, me hearties!”
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Dilbert took a spoon and cautiously sipped some. “Mmm! Slightly sweet and yet strangely tangy. Jim was not so sure on tasting it, but seeing that Dilbert hadn't fallen over and died yet, he lifted it to his mouth to try some. But the large brown mound on his spoon grew eyes and stared at him. It seemed to almost shake with mirth and turned into a pink blob.
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“Morph! So that's where ye've been hiding!” The pink blob floated over to Silver. “So what can a simple cook like me do for ye?”
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“The boy will be your new cabin boy,” Arrows said, his expression never changing.
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Both the cyborg and Jim started complaining. “But Colonel, I already have-”
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“You can't leave me here with him! I-” But both gave up when they realized they were talking to air.
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They both turned to each other. The cyborg stuck out his arm. “What might be your name, boy?”
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Slowly circling him, Jim answered, “Jim Hawkins.” But before he could say anything else, he ran into a girl about his age washing dishes.
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“Hey! Do ya mind? A person can't get anything done around here without getting interrupted, I swear!” She had fiery, bright blue eyes and curly, blonde hair that flowed from beneath a bandana tied on her head.
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“Now, Bekkah, meet your new mess mate, Jimbo.”
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Reluctantly, she stuck out her hand. “I'm Bekkah,” she said with a sigh, averting her eyes from his.
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Staring at her questionly, he answered, “Jim. Nice to meet you. I think.”
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And so began Jim's journey to Treasure Planet.
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Ok. So Jim Hawkins was just your ordinary rebellious 16 year old. Of course, he was a genius and was always getting into trouble because of it. Some people said he would outgrow it. Others knew better. His mom, Sarah Hawkins, had done the best job that she could to raise him while taking care of the family business. But with no father figure, Jim would have an empty void in his life. But you know how the story goes.
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One rainy evening, as he was sitting on his roof, nursing his smoldering anger towards his mother after another of their fights (this time involving the police), a small, round ship flew across the sky and smashed into one of the landing bridges next to the Benbow Inn. Instinctively, Jim slid off the wet roof and ran to the smoking space shuttle. As soon as he got there, the round door opened and a large turtle like creature crawled out, carrying a small wooden chest.
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“Sir, are you okay?” Jim asked, about ready to run back to the Inn and lock the door.
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Through wheezing breaths, the creature managed to gasp out, “Must protect me treasure!” he pulled his wooden chest closer to him.
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Jim figured the creature must've bonked his head a little too hard in his crash. <i>Doesn't this guy know that this is Montressor? Nothing goes on here, </i>he thought. Never the less, he took the turtle-guy's arm across his shoulders and guided him up to the Inn. “Mom's gonna love this,” he said to no one in particular.
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Back inside, his mom was discussing with Dilbert, her good friend and confident, about Jim and how he needed his dad back in his life. She opened a small locket she wore around her neck and stared admiringly at the moving pictures of Jim as a kid inside. Suddenly Jim opened the door and rain water poured inside as lightning flashed in the back ground. Sarah almost fainted with fright. “Jim Hawkins!” she scolded.
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“He needs help!” Carefully laying the oversized creature on the ground, Jim ignored his mom.
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The creature moaned as he struggled to reach where his wooden chest had fallen. “Can't let them get me treasure…” Jim pushed the chest over to him. The creature's pointed fingers tapped a code into some buttons on the front and the chest opened. Grunting with pain, he pulled out a small, round bundle and placed it into Jim's hands as he stared wide-eyed at the hulking beast. A ship could be heard from a distance away outside and the creature grabbed Jim's shirt. “Beware the cyborg!” Those were the last, raspy words of the strange creature.
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<i>Crash!!!</i> Yelling and shouts could be heard over the downpour outside. Jim hurried to the window and opened a spot in the holographic screen. The breath was stolen from his body as icy fingers of fear gripped his heart. Pirates! It was the only word he needed for motivation. “Let's get out of here!” he yelled, grabbing his mom and Dilbert's hands.
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They ran madly upstairs as a splintering noise came from the doorway. More shouts and crashing followed as the pirates smashed plates and furniture. They shouted things like, “Is it here?” “Where is it!” Then a commanding voice over powered them all. “Find it! Hurry upstairs, you slow-witted excuse for pirates!”
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Upstairs, the three escapers legs were burning from the strain. The came to a large window and Dilbert leaned outside giving a loud whistle. He was rewarded by a honking noise coming from below where a carriage and strange looking two-legged animal stood. “Good girl! Stay, Delilah!”
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Taking Sarah's hand he said, “Alright on the count of three.” Jim looked over his shoulder with extreme impatience. “One. Two-“
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“Three!” Jim pushed all of them over the edge and the fell with a bounce into the carriage.
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Dilbert instantly took the reins and urged the weird horse forward. Sarah looked back at the now-burning inn. A look of despair, disappointment, and sorrow flooded all her senses. Her life, hope, and dreams now was being taken away by the glowing flames. Jim looked over at her with sadness in his own heart. He unwrapped the circular bundle and stared quizzically at the brass sphere that lay in his hand.
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Later at Dilbert's large book-filled laboratory, Jim stood with his back against a wall staring at the curious markings that surrounded the whole of the little sphere. Across the room, Dilbert draped a warm blanket across Sarah's shivering shoulders. “I'm so sorry, Sarah,” he was saying. “The Benbow Inn has burned down to the ground. There's nothing left.” She buried her face in her hands as tears of frustration and sorrow flowed unchecked down her cheeks.
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Jim knew it was his fault, but what was he <i>supposed</i> to have done? Leave the dying creature out in the rain? The pirates would've attacked their inn anyway. Now all they owned was a few coins, the clothes on their backs, and Dilbert's friendship.
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Jim heard Dilbert talking as if faraway as he fidgeted with the sphere. “If only I could figure out those markings. It will probably take me <i>years</i> of studying to even <i>begin</i> to comprehend th-”
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The brass sphere had opened up as a result of some twisting and pushing at it. Blue tendrils flew out from the now-open ball and surrounded the entire room. Everyone stared in awe as it formed into a holographic map of their galaxy. Instinctively, Dilbert started naming some of the planets and nebulas. “Look! It's the Lagoon Nebula! And see here, it's Montressor! Oops.” The map started to zoom farther into the galaxy when he accidentally touched a planet. He continued naming things until he came to one that only the fantastical Jim Hawkins. A planet with two rings going opposite ways in a criss-cross way lay in front of them. None of them could believe their eyes.
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“It's Treasure Planet!”
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<b>…</b><b>……………………………</b><b></b>
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After much convincing on both Jim and Dilbert's part, they managed to get Sarah to let them go. Completely enthralled with the adventure they were about to embark on, They traveled through the packed streets of Montressor Space Port. Being men, of course, they would neither admit that they were last or get directions. Finally deciding to ask a strange looking creature, they spotted the beautiful “ship-shape” vessel that they had hired to transport them along with the crew.
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A half-hour later, after they met the feline captain of the ship, Dilbert and Jim found themselves grumbling on their way to the galleys.
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“Who does she think she is?” Dilbert complained, swaying awkwardly in his oversized, metal space-suit.
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“It's <i>my</i> map!” Jim blurted out only to feel a heavy hand fall on his shoulder.
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“I will not have anyone talking about the Captain in such a way!” Mr. Arrows, the large, sturdy (kinda rocky) first mate said.
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As they reached the darkened galleys, they heard whistling. When they walked into the room, they saw a large man chopping up different items and throwing them into a large pot of stew. Upon seeing them, he turned. “Hello, me fine commander, how are ye this fine day?” The large, fat man stepped out and swept his hat off in a fine bow. But the first thin Jim noticed about him was his right arm and leg had been replaced by whirring gears and gadgets. He was a cyborg. Instantly, Jim didn't like him.
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Before anyone could say anything more, he dished up two dishes of the stew and thrust them into Dilbert and Jim's empty hands. “The name's John Silver, me hearties!”
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Dilbert took a spoon and cautiously sipped some. “Mmm! Slightly sweet and yet strangely tangy. Jim was not so sure on tasting it, but seeing that Dilbert hadn't fallen over and died yet, he lifted it to his mouth to try some. But the large brown mound on his spoon grew eyes and stared at him. It seemed to almost shake with mirth and turned into a pink blob.
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“Morph! So that's where ye've been hiding!” The pink blob floated over to Silver. “So what can a simple cook like me do for ye?”
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“The boy will be your new cabin boy,” Arrows said, his expression never changing.
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Both the cyborg and Jim started complaining. “But Colonel, I already have-”
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“You can't leave me here with him! I-” But both gave up when they realized they were talking to air.
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They both turned to each other. The cyborg stuck out his arm. “What might be your name, boy?”
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Slowly circling him, Jim answered, “Jim Hawkins.” But before he could say anything else, he ran into a girl about his age washing dishes.
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“Hey! Do ya mind? A person can't get anything done around here without getting interrupted, I swear!” She had fiery, bright blue eyes and curly, blonde hair that flowed from beneath a bandana tied on her head.
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“Now, Bekkah, meet your new mess mate, Jimbo.”
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Reluctantly, she stuck out her hand. “I'm Bekkah,” she said with a sigh, averting her eyes from his.
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Staring at her questionly, he answered, “Jim. Nice to meet you. I think.”
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And so began Jim's journey to Treasure Planet.
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Mutos_gurl101 on June 30, 2006, 1:18:07 PM
wow... lol I finally found the story whooohooo!!!1 *must keep reading* I like it so far...