You're My Treasure

Epilogue

It was late in the night. The moon was in the shape of a crescent, but then again, it's the Montressor spaceport, not the moon. Its brightness was enough to illuminate the beached ship near the inn. When everybody else was in their bed, the owner of the Benbow Inn was not in her bed. And the ship was where she was currently at.

Sarah dropped herself on the deck of the ship they once ventured in with a loud thud. Climbing onto the ship with a rope was a hard task, so she took a moment to let herself breathe in some cold oxygen. However, the moment was interrupted with a call.

"Who's there?"

A question called from the under the deck. The sound was familiar in Sarah's ears.

"Silver? Is that you?"

Sarah's eyes locked onto the set of stairs that led to the floor beneath her. Briefly, a head popped out. Indeed, it was John Silver.

"Sarah? What are you doing here?" Silver asked, stepping out of the stairs while brushing off some dusts from his shoulder.

"I could ask you the same thing," she crossed her arms. "You're not... trying to sabotage the ship and take it away at dawn, are you?"

"No, Sarah," he chuckled a little. "I never thought I'd find being a cook in your inn would be enjoyable. Perhaps, I could spend more time in peacefulness that adventures cannot provide."

"Hmph, I wouldn't say working in my place is any 'peaceful'," she stepped forward to the cyborg with a smile.

"Well, if I happen to be in the need or desire for an adventure, I'll make sure to leave ya a note before departing off, Sarah," Silver assured.

"Hahah... Alright, what are you up to, Mister?"

He sighed a little. "After weeks of cooking, I've been distracted by me job. Not that I'm complaining, it's just I simply forgot to investigate who was dare enough to touch a finger on me and take me and the others with recklessness."

Sarah's brown eyes widened a tad. "Huh, is that so? I happened to... have the same intention. It's also because..." she rolled her eyes onto a mast placed on the center of the ship. The mast had a sigil carved on the bottom that her brain felt familiar of. It was something that she had seen previously but couldn't figure out what it was, specifically. It had a monstrous looking creature in the center, with lines on its left and right that represented the wreckage it could do or did. She approached the carved sigil, and felt its weave. The carpentry done on the sigil was top-notch, but it wasn't something she was interested in.

"What is it, Sarah?"

"I've seen this sigil before... I really have, but I can't tell when I saw it," Sarah breathed a curse afterwards. The lack of memory irritated her.

"Hm, well, I found the captain's journal," Silver pulled out a journal from his pocket. "His name was... Harold Victor. Ring any bells?"

"No," she shook her head.

"Huh... and the name of this ship is the Revenge. The Leviathan's Revenge. Ring any bells, Sarah?"

She processed the name, and confirmed by nodding a little. "It does... somehow."

"Well, apparently, the lad had a boss. The lad worked for someone else, meaning they took us in to bring us to this boss of his. At least... that's what I figured, since when they took us into his captivity, he never bothered to come down to see us. His name is Leland... the last name is poorly written, and had ink drops on it. I can't make it out."

Her eyes widened in reaction. She almost couldn't believe her ears. "Leland, you said?!"

"Yes. Leland, L-E-L-A-N-D. Leland."

She took the journal all in sudden, and brought it to the area of the ship where moonlight touched it. With enough lighting, she read the name of the boss of Harold Victor, which read "Leland". It had a surname, which read "Ha", but the rest was covered in ink drops. However, she didn't need the rest, as she already knew who it was.

"I can't believe it... he's done it!"

"What are ya talkin' about, Sarah?" Silver approached her, puzzled with her behavior.

"The sigil, the name, the ambition... N-no..."

"Sarah, get a grip!" He took the woman on the shoulders, and captured her eyes with his. "Who's Leland?"

"Leland... Leland Hawkins," she paused, and Silver stomach dropped at the surname.

"It's Jim's father."

Hello there, been a while since I last gave an author's note. As I've mentioned previously, this book is merely a background story of the next book which I'm going to publish in the future. So much for a background story, eh? I know, I never thought I'd put this much work into a background story. Anyway, thank you for reading this book. I really appreciate it. I'll see you in the next one, take care.

Forgive me for my errors... I try my hardest to find them :>