✔️ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, ᵗʳᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵉᵗ

🪐~Betrayal~🪐

☄️Third Person POV☄️

Jim was woken up by one of Mr.
Zoff's many appendages making a farting noise and blowing air straight into his face. When he attempted to bat it away, he fell out of bed and sleepily groped around for his boots. After getting the first one on, he reached for the other, but it hopped away.

"Morph?" Jim grumbled, clearly exhausted and not ready to get out of bed yet. He rubbed his hand across his face to try and wipe the sleepiness away. He crawled over to where Morph had hidden and tried to find him.

"Morph it's too early for this," he said. Suddenly, he felt the little pink  blob kick him in the butt, hard. "Hey! Morph!" he yelled, now wide awake. The floating boot stuck its tongue out at him, turned back into himself, then picked up Jim's real boot and flew around the room. [Madeleine: I love Morph.]

"Come back here," Jim shouted, trying to catch the little blob. "Come back here!" Morph repeated. Jim wasn't watching where he was going, and ran right into his sister's hammock.

🪐Lucy's POV🪐

I was interrupted from my dream when I fell out of my hammock. I gasped as I hit the floor. After my mind grasped what was going on, I realized something, or more accurately someone, was on top of me.

It was Jim and he was scrambling to get off of me. When he finally managed to pull himself together, he stood up and looked down at me. I slowly sat up, keeping a guarded expression.

"Umm, hey. Good morning," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. I gave him a blank stare, not saying a word. He acknowledged my reaction and sighed.

"Look, about last night, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean any of it. I was angry and frustrated at myself. But that doesn't give me the right to yell at you. I hope you can forgive me," he said, not quite looking me in the eye. He looked completely ashamed of his behavior.

I stared at him a moment more, then smiled. My expression confused him. I stood up and gave him a hug, which he graciously returned. "I forgave you last night," I whispered. "Wait, you were awake?" he asked, pulling out of the hug.

He held onto my shoulders at arm's length so he could check and see that I was being serious. "Yeah," I shrugged. He smiled. "Ow! Morph!" Jim yelled suddenly. I saw the little pink blob had kicked Jim with his own boot.

He laughed and flew out on deck. Jim looked at me apologetically, but I smiled mischievously. "Let's get him," I said. He smiled back at me. We turned and ran after the little shape-shifter.

Jim finally caught his boot and gave Morph a triumphant smirk. So the little blob turned into a blowfish and squirted Jim with water. "That's it, you little squid," Jim said, trying to hit Morph with his boot.

The impish pink blob in question turned into a miniature of Jim's head, repeating "you little squid" over and over as he got smaller and more heads popped up between the gratings that led to the galley.

When Morph didn't come up anymore, we headed down into the galley. Jim pulled his boot on as we climbed down the stairs. As he finally got it on, he tripped and fell the rest of the way down. "Careful," I said.

We looked around, trying to find a spot where Morph could be hiding.
Jim spotted the purp barrel and motioned for me to be silent. We peeked inside and saw one of the purps glance up.

"Ha! Busted!" Jim exclaimed, jumping into the barrel and jumping into the barrel and grabbing Morph.
"You look ridiculous in there," I laughed at him. Jim smirked, reached up, and pulled me into the barrel.

Jim and I both burst out laughing. Morph tried to slip away while we adjusted our positioning in the tight space, but I caught him again before starting to climb out of the cramped barrel, but then Jim grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.

"Wha-" I started to ask, but Jim put a finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet. That's when I heard voices as the crew members walked into the galley. "Look, what we're saying is we're sick of all this waiting," someone said. "There's only four of them left," another added.

"Ve are vanting to move," a third finished. Jim and I peeked through a hole in the barrel to see the crew members. "We don't move 'til we got the treasure in hand!" Silver explained, trying to keep his voice low.

I opened my mouth to gasp, not even realizing I was doing it, but Jim put a hand over my mouth to stop it. This can't be happening! I thought.
Silver is our friend! I looked at Jim, hoping he could give me some reassurance that this wasn't what it looked like, but he was looking out the hole.

"I say we kill 'em all now," Scroop suggested. 'I say'? What's this 'I say'?! Disobey my orders again like dat stunt yeh pulled with Mr. Arrow, and so help me, you'll be joining 'im!" Silver threw Scroop at the barrel, nearly tipping me and Jim out.

I lost my grip on Morph, but I quickly caught him again before he could give us away. [Madeleine: I knew Mr. Arrow's death wasn't Jim's fault!] "Strong talk, but I know otherwise," Scroop replied.

Scroop reached into the barrel, his claw coming dangerously close to my face. I forced back a fearful cry and Jim held up a purp before he could look into the barrel to search for one. "You got something ta say, Scroop?"
Silver asked.

"It's those kids," Scroop whispered.
Silver looked shocked, like a deer caught in the headlights. "Me thinks you have a soft spot for 'em," Scroop continued, poking a hole into the purp as he emphasized the word spot. Some of the other crew members murmured in agreement.

"Now mark me, teh lot o' yeh! I care about one t'ing and one t'ing only!
Flint's trove! Yeh think I'd risk it all for the sake of some nose wiping little whelps?" Mr. Silver argued. My heart dropped. Jim looked as if he had just been stabbed in the back by his best friend or brother.

"What was it now? Oh, 'you got the makings of greatness in yeh'," Scroop said mockingly. "And you treat the little girl as if she were your own daughter." [Little? LITTLE?!?!?] "Shut yer yap! I cozied up to those kids ta keep 'em off our scent! But I ain't gone soft," Mr. Silver replied.

"Planet ho!" Mr. Onus called from above. Everyone left the galley excitedly and Jim released Morph from his hands. He climbed out of the barrel. I stood up, and he put his hands around my waist and lifted me up out of the barrel, setting me down on the floor.

Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes and I wrapped my arms around myself. Jim enveloped me in his arms to try to comfort me. I think he needed that hug just as much as I did though. I buried my face in his chest and let a few tears fall.

"Come on, we have to go warn the Captain," he said, breaking our hug and running towards the deck. Just as we reached the stairs, we ran into Mr. Silver, who was coming back down the stairs. He looked at us, a little surprised that we were down here.

"Jimbo, Lass," he said, coming down the stairs and forcing us back.
He must have had suspicions about how long we had been down there.
"Playing games, are we?"

"Yeah. Yeah, we're playing games,"
Jim answered darkly. Silver's suspicions were confirmed by his answer, along with my fearful look. Jim pushed me behind him, trying to protect me. Mr. Silver backed us up against a table.

"Oh, I see. Well, never was much good at games. Always hated ta lose."
I heard a click from behind Silver and knew he had turned his mechanical arm into some kind of weapon. Jim grasped my hand with his left one, while he reached behind me and grabbed something on the table with his right.

"Hmm, me too!" Jim cried out as he stabbed a small knife into the pump of Silver's mechanical leg. He bolted and dragged me up the stairs. We sprinted across the deck towards the Captain's room.

I glanced behind me and saw Silver struggling up the stairs. When we reached the Captain's quarters, Jim threw me inside and slammed the door behind him, bolting it shut. I heard a whistle from outside and Mr. Silver yelled, "Change of plans, lads.
We move now!"

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maddy gets to do commentary w/ lucy and jim ☺️