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Y/N, Jim, B.E.N., Amelia, Delbert, and Morph all gather there in the evening. "Uh, pardon the mess, people," B.E.N. apologized as they all came inside. "You'd think in a hundred years I would have dusted a little more often," he chuckles, "but, you know, when you're batchin' it, you tend to, uh, let things go." He pushed off a chessboard and grabbed a pair of pink polka-dot pants, hiding them behind his back. "Aw, isn't that sweet?" Delbert carried Amelia in his arms, bridal-style. She is now bandaged up and has her left arm in a sling. "I find old-fashioned romance so touching, don't you?" Y/N chuckled as she and Jim looked around. "How about drinks for the happy couple?" he said, bringing out a tray to show ink pots.
"Oh, uh, ooh. Uh, no." Delbert politely declined as he took off his coat. "Thank you, we don't drink... and, uh, we're not a couple." He smiled at Amelia, who smirked back at him. "Ahem. Look at these markings." Y/N placed a hand over her mouth, holding back a chuckle when Delbert changed the topic. "They're identical to the ones on the map." Y/N and Jim looked around the domain, and he was right; it was similar to it. "I suspect these are the hieroglyphic remnants of an ancient culture," Y/N hummed, looking at the rusted ruin. "Mr. Hawkins," Amelia's painful moans called out to him, "stop anyone who tries to approach. Ohh!" She then felt her injury and hissed. "Yes, yes. Now listen to me," Delbert slowly pushed her back to lean against his coat as a pillow. "Stop giving orders for a few milliseconds and lie still."
"Very forceful, Doctor," Amelia smirks, teasing him. "Go on. Say something else." Delbert smiles at her. Jim glances at Y/N, who smiles at them with a soft look, making him rub the back of his neck. He opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, B.E.N. shouted, "Hey, look!" standing at the entrance of their hideout. "There's some more of your buddies! Hey, fellas! We're over here, fellas!" He waved his robot arms around to their enemies, who turned to them with their weapons at the ready and fired at B.E.N., who dodged the blasts. Y/N and Jim ran to him. "B.E.N., get down!" Y/N grabbed him by his hands and pulled him back inside as she and Jim crouched, and he fired back aimlessly at the pirates.
"Stop wastin' your fire!" they heard Silver order his men, and the shooting stopped. The pirates halted as well, and so did Jim. Jim was refilling the fuel when they heard Silver call out to them, "Hello, up there!" Jim cautiously stood up and peeked over to see a white flag being waved. "Jimbo? Lassie?" Then Silver peeked his head out. "If, uh, it's all right with the captain..." he got up onto the yard. "I'd like a short word with you both. No tricks, just a little palaver." Jim looked down, and Y/N got up, placing a hand on his shoulder and glancing at Amelia. "Come to bargain for the map, doubtless. Pestilential... Ugh!" she tried to sit up while insulting them. "Captain," Delbert scolded, placing his hands on her arm to ensure she was still lying still and healing slowly. Y/N rubbed her chin, a hand on her hip. "That means... that he thinks we still have it," Jim said. He and Y/N looked at each other and nodded. "Let's hope he doesn't figure out that it was Morph who was the map."
Jim and Y/N come out to meet Silver outside the building. The three walk slowly toward one another in the middle and stop a few feet away. They see that Silver is now walking with a cane, thanks to Jim stabbing his prosthetic leg. Morph then flies over to him with a bright smile. "Ah, Morphy! I wondered where you lit off to." Silver sits down on a rock and groans as he rubs his mechanical leg and takes off his hat. Jim and Y/N stalk closer to him. Jim held a harsh glare at him while Y/N had a conflicting look. "Ooh. Oh, this poor old leg's downright snarky since that game attack we had in the galley." Silver chuckled with a smile, looking at Jim and Y/N, who didn't return the laughter. Silver's smile dropped. "Ahh... Whatever the two of you heard back there," Silver pressed his hands together, looking down, "at least the part concerning you both, I didn't mean a word of it." Silver stood up as he explained what happened back in the galley. "If that bloodthirsty lot had thought I'd gone soft... they'd have gutted us all." Y/N held her hands tightly together, looking down, and Jim's gaze softened as he grabbed Y/N's tense hand. Silver leaned in closer, standing between the two, glancing at his crew. "Listen to me. If we play our cards right..." he wrapped an arm around the two, "we can all walk away from this rich as kings and queens." He pointed between the three as Jim crossed his arms, taking an 'interest.'
