You're My Treasure

Chapter 8

I made a specific illustration on both Sarah's new looks. I was going to make one for the ship where Jim is currently in right now, but I couldn't finish it in time. I'm really dedicated in this fanfiction, so might as well, right?

One thing though, I did no coloring.

Out of the shadows, the three voices revealed themselves. John Silver, the cunning, Amelia Smollet, the captain, and Delbert Doppler, the astronomer. The looks on their faces weren't exactly the positive ones, but Jim's was certainly one.

Delbert approached the male with a mini flashlight on his hand. "Hold still, Jimmy," he held the boy by the shoulder to check his eye, which made the boy squint.

"Ah... mhm... you're fine. No damage, no nothing." Delbert reported, and sat down again, resting his back against the steel bars.

"You guys... what are you doing here?" Jim asked, but then more questions popped in his head when he realized the place they were in. The trio were imprisoned in a tiny chamber, and he found the same thing on the rim of the entire floor. It was a floor in a ship specifically designed to bring hostages, with nothing but bars to separate the hostages. Other chambers were filled with other hostages as well, but none of them were known by the boy. In the middle of the room, two staircases were found. One led up to the main deck, and one led to the floor underneath the one they're currently in. A loud washing noise was occupying them from outside, meaning they were on the move.

"Apparently, we have made enemies in our lives, but didn't know we did." Silver chuckled once. "Whoever had brought us here, never liked the things we had done."

Jim turned to his ex-captain, expecting an answer. She scoffed as a starter. "I imagine whoever had dragged me here simply has a smolder to try on, and he, or she, thinks it will work on me," she eyed to the professor, "as I'm a married feline."

"Tish tosh," Delbert replied, smiling slightly. When he turned to Jim, he cleared his throat. "I have no idea why I'm here, Jim."

Jim rolled his eyes around, but then they widened. "Don't you two have kids to take care of?!"

"That's why there's an occupation called 'babysitter', Mr. Hawkins." Amelia crossed her arms, "captaining a ship and take it to numerous places is still in my blood, and I believe my husband would say the same thing, wouldn't he? Although, we never imagined that it would be like this."

"Erhm, correct. That's why we decided to go on a week of vacation, leaving the kids with babysitters."

Jim scoffed at the couple. "And now the ship is taking you, without either of you on the wheel."

"Ya sittin' here with us, Jimbo," Silver retorted, taking off his hat. "What makes ya think you're in a better condition than us, eh?"

Jim groaned in annoyance, accepting his current faith. "Just when I wanted a nice sleep, some guy put a chloroform on my face and took me."

The young boy scanned his surroundings. With the dim lighting, he could see some other prisoners, who didn't necessarily look like prisoners that people would think whenever they think of the word. There was a mix between humans and aliens, varying in forms and size and height.

"Who are these people?" Jim questioned.

"They're my crew," Amelia answered. "Bloody sodding pirates attacked our ship under our radar. We've been taken as hostages, but then again, why, you may ask." The feline shoved her arms together, obviously feeling cold. By instinct, her husband brought her closer to his side.