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It was early morning as Y/N walked out of the cabins, stretching her arms up. "Put some elbow into it!" she heard Silver's loud voice and walked over to the edge to see him and Jim sitting on a plank hanging by the side, Silver teaching Jim, more like lecturing him, about scraping the barnacles off. Y/N waved to them, greeting them with a "Good Morning." Silver tipped his hat to her, and Jim nodded to her as he struggled to get a barnacle off. Y/N sighed and walked over to the pole, grabbed a rope, and wrapped it around her waist. She made sure her lifeline was secure and ran to the side of the ship, jumped over the ledge, and swung towards Jim and Silver. Her feet landed on the side of the boat.
"You look like you might need a helping hand." Y/N smiled at the awestruck boy. "And Silver?" Silver hummed, looking at her as she pointed behind her. "Start making some breakfast and get the crew to work. The captain doesn't need any lazy floozies on her ship." Silver sighed, pulled him and Jim up, and walked off, not before letting Jim back down. Jim passed a scraper to her. "Thanks for coming to help," Jim said, and Y/N shook her head. "No worries. But you should know you and Doc are the ones paying us for taking you to your Treasure Planet." She scraped off a barnacle. "Pfft, you're not going to tell me you don't believe it?" Y/N laughed. "After seeing that trinket? I believe you, and besides, like Silver said, I've already taken a liking to you." She moved over to the other side and started scraping off the rest as Jim stared at her, a small shade of pink appearing on his cheek as he continued working.
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It was noon, and Silver and Jim were peeling potatoes. Jim leaned against the wall. Silver glanced over at Jim, who paused his peeling and looked up through the grating of the deck, getting lost in thought.
I am a question to the world
A young Jim looks out the window, his hands pressed against the cold glass as he gazes up at the sky in anticipation, alongside his mother, who looks out the window with a frown.
Not an answer to be heard
Or a moment that's held in your arms
Sarah looked at her son with a frown, pulled him closer, and hugged him tightly.
And what do you think you'd ever say?
Jim held a small frown on his face as he looked up at the starry sky and turned to Silver, who had gotten his attention back. They were on one of the lookout posts, and he watched Silver teaching him how to tie a rope, in other words, a lifeline, properly. Jim let out a bored sigh and leaned his head away.
I won't listen anyway
You don't know me
Silver tied the rope and secured it, showing it to the cabin boy. His eyes widened when he noticed that the boy had disappeared from his spot, only to see a rope already tied and hanging.
