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The next morning, the sunlight shone on the ship. Y/N woke up, her eyes fluttering open as she sat up in her hammock, rubbing her eyes. She looked over to see Mr. Snuff sleeping in the top hammock above Jim's, stifling a laugh. She got out of her hammock, put on her boots, and walked off to do her daily checks on the engine. She walked out of the quarters to check on the anti-gravity and fix some engines.
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The crew snored in the quarters. Mr. Snuff kept snoring and farting in Jim's face, which awoke Jim. Groaning in disgust at one of Mr. Snuff's arms, Jim fell out of his hammock. He went to put his boots on, but one of them jumped away as he reached for it. Jim sighed in exhaustion as the boot hid behind a chest. "Morph?" Jim called out sleepily, rubbing the sleepiness away. He stood up, tucked in his shirt, and knelt in front of the chest. "Morph, knock it off. It's too early for this." Morph sneakily hopped around the chest, behind Jim, and kicked him. "Ow! Hey, Morph!" Now fully awake, he turned to the shapeshifter, who was blowing raspberries at him, and laughed as Morph reformed himself, grabbed his actual boot, and flew off.
"Hey, come back here!" Jim chased him around the quarter. "'Come back here!'" Morph mimicked. Jim skidded around the quarter until Morph ran past him, out of the quarter, with Jim hot on his tail. They got out of the quarters and were on deck. Jim dove for his boot and Morph. "Gotcha." He got his boot but didn't catch Morph as he dived into the grating. Jim leaned against his arm as Morph floated up in front of him, making him sigh. Morph changed into a pufferfish and spat water on Jim's face. "That's it, you little squid!" Jim growled at him but chuckled at the end as he tried to grab Morph, but he ducked into the grating. "You little squid." Then a mini Jim head popped up, and Jim tried to whack him with his boot multiple times as he multiplied until it stopped.
"What are you doing?" Jim stiffened and turned to Y/N, her face covered in soot as she laughed at him. "Nothing!" he laughed, standing up. "Morph gave me a wake-up call by stealing my boot." He ran past her to head down to the galley, hopping down the stairs while he put on his boot, with Y/N following behind him. They looked around the dark dining area. Y/N nudged Jim, pointing to the bucket where the purps were. They slowly walked towards the barrel and looked inside. They saw an eye peek open. "Ha!" Morph closed his eyes tightly. "Busted!" Jim jumped into the barrel, trying to catch Morph, making Y/N laugh as he caught Morph in his hands again when he slipped out. Y/N gasped when she heard footsteps and jumped inside the barrel with Jim and Morph. "Hey!" Jim exclaimed. Y/N silenced him with a hand covering his mouth and a finger pressed against her lips. "Ssh!"
"Look, what we're saying is we're sick of all this waiting," a female crew member spoke. "There are only four of them left." Jim peeked through the small hole and saw the crew in the galley gathered for some reason. "We want to move!" the purple one yelled. "We don't move until we have the treasure in hand!" Then Silver's voice spoke up, his cyborg hand appearing in view. Jim's eyes widened. Y/N was surprised but also wasn't, after what she had heard before this ship departed. She found it weird that Jim would start talking to Silver suspiciously like that, and Amelia didn't care for the crew and wasn't very trusting of them. She looked at Jim with worry. "I say we kill 'em all now." Scroop appeared behind him, clenching his claw, and Silver grabbed him by the face and waved it. "I say, what's to say!" He grabbed Scroop by the neck as he struggled. "Disobey my orders again, like that stunt you pulled with Mr. Arrow and lassie, and so help me, you'll be joining him!" Silver threw Scroop against the barrel of purps, shaking Jim and Y/N inside. Y/N fell onto Jim, making him release Morph, and Y/N quickly grabbed him. Jim held Y/N's shoulders and an arm around her waist, looking back at the small hole.
