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Ever Last	By : glasseyeviolet Category: S through Z > Treasure Planet Views: 1600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Treasure Planet. I am not making a profit from it either.

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Author's Notes:
This is a rewrite from a long time ago (when I was fourteen eep!) my character was a female named Kendra that was so unbelievably mary sue I wanted to hurl. So I decided to make 'her' a male OC instead and I actually quite like how he turned out. I apologize if you are not into OC's or if he resembles yours it is purly coincidental.
I wanted to do a first person point of view but I do not think I do to well. Especially with mister angsty himself Jim Hawkins who seems a bit whiny to my standards (in my story! Not the movie). So yea if ya'll want to critique and help me change that please go ahead. The only reason I went towards moody Jim is that he still harbors this 'hate' towards his dad and with Silver he wants closure with.
If my OC is too stupid then I won't add him into the second chapter and the whole warning thing about sex will be obsolete. Instead I will have Jim just masturbate or something rather.
Again I apologize for my grammar and my terrible knowledge of the universe. So you all may all pick away if you wish :D.
I own nothing, except for Tristen.

Ever Last
Life had begun to make little sense as five years passed on. I didn’t expect it to flow evenly, I just wanted some closure.
I guess when you want something really bad it can never be obtained.
The obstacle of obtaining that need is my life so far. A nice life I suppose, nothing to fancy, it is the normality I have always wanted after attending the Academy. Everyone thought I would be the one to run my own crew to the space and beyond to track down ruffians scourging planets for loot.
They were just running on over active imaginations but I would have to agree it does sound tempting.
However I couldn’t, I don’t want to go back down that road no matter how much of a thrill it would give me.
That tiny spark of adventure I squashed many of time whenever I boarded another ship. I no longer have the luxury to act like a juvenile delinquent I have to be the adult now. For my mother’s sake at least, I don’t think she can handle another escapade of mine on her hands.
Yet somehow I still have this childish dream that one day I could see Silver again. That said obtainment that is always out of reach every time I draw closer. When I graduated the Academy at age 18 that seeing Silver is just an elusive thought.
I was foolish to think I would see the old cyborg again. Only that small part of my mind pushed me towards that fantasy where he and I could cruise the galaxy like we had once before.
Times have changed Jim, stop thinking about imprudent reveries that will never come true.
I do, embarrassingly say, that I do have a new respect for the Captain of the Victory. A washed up ancient pirate that commands a schooner filled with delicate weaponry to be shipped. My assumption always led me to believe that he would rather plunder treasure than stick around here in the shipping docks.
Remarkably he actually is quite good at navigating what with his old age an all. He always knew which way to go even when he was drunk. I do have to say, I give some level of respect to a man that can still drink and steer at the same time.
Speaking of said extraterrestrial, the stench of unwashed clothing gave away the stout lizard alien. He waddled towards me with a welcoming belch reeking of liquor. “Ah, Mr.Jim Hawkins. No craters a commin’ this way I see. Masts should be at full sail! Damint! Why are the Masts not a full sail?! Where is that blasted lieutenant! “
It never ceased to amaze me how amusing Captain Smollett appeared when angry. His sunken in face puckered, his stubby grey fingers clenched his smelly coat. I straightened out my blue naval jacket out of habit whenever I was around the Captain. The Academy would kill me if I ever looked disheveled as our good ole’ Smollett did.
“If I may speak Captain,” three beady black eyes glanced at me annoyed. “He is probably in the weapons haul checking our stock.” This apparently did not sit well with Smollett when the cretin waved me off.
“He’s always down there! Never see ‘im up here at all! How’s he supposed to learn about the Victory if he is just fiddlin’ with weapons!” throwing his stumpy arms up in defeat he muttered a few curses under his breath heaving his stout body to waddle towards the main deck’s starboard side.
With a heavy sigh I knew I had to cheer him up somehow. For some twisted reason he reminded me somewhat of Silver. The old cyborg always came up in my mind now and again.
I missed him. More than I thought I would. As I strode up to Smollett I could remember doing the same exact thing when I wanted to talk to Silver. This time the picture just didn’t add up right, and instead of being the student I became the teacher.
“Captain Smollett sir, I wouldn’t get so worked up over it. You know how Tristen is; he prefers to be isolated to work on anything explosive. You know if we go down there we may lose an arm or two.” Nudging him gently and gathering a bit of grime from his tattered navel uniform I continued “he knows the ins and out of this ship more than the rest of the crew mates. “
Smollett glanced up at me his porous stubby fingers gripping the bronze railing in thought. I always wondered what went through that old bastard’s mind. He always seemed to look pensive when I brought up the crew. I could only assume he thought about his own crew long ago when they were murdered ruthlessly by a band of thieves, pirates you may say.
I guess it is understandable, I never knew that feeling. Hell, on the Legacy only a few perished but not a whole company.
“You shouldn’t feel guilty, sir. You had to do what was best. You fought bravely and should be honored for it. ” I knew my answer hit a spot when his black eyes flickered solemnly then returned to his usual narrowed gaze.
“Honored?” his hoarse voice crooned “no, there is no honor in me for what I did.”
I studied him hard for a second, disbelieving his reply “Captain, I remember hearing the stories-“
A growl cut me off “stories ya say? Did tha stories forget ta say that I left my crew marooned on the ship huh?” I didn’t answer. “No it didn’t! Because my boy, I left on one of them boats flying from tha danger allowing my crew to die without their capin’.”
The ship creaked when the boat moved towards the Port side. I gripped onto the railing as if it were a life or death situation. I couldn’t form anything intelligible at the sudden realization. No, I thought, that could not have happened; it is just him being senile. “But the stories-“
Stubby fingers swiped the air “not true! Jim Hawkins be needin’ to get his head outta the masts and start understandin’ the facts. Rumors is all they be, rumors I started to make myself look decent.” He took in a large breath of air “Flattered Jim Hawkins, I am, but I’m not the hero, just a coward.”
The smile I must have had earlier curled into a frown. The words I tried to grasp for died in my throat alongside my crushed spirit.
Reality had to be harsh; it had to smack you every single time when someone of importance told you the truth. The truth really did hurt, but did it hurt because of what he said? Or because of something else that would not rest?
“They died because of uh foolish mistake. I shoulda never left them. Shoulda went back but I didn’t. Everyone dies Jim Hawkins; it is the fact o’ life. ” the indifference in his voice sent a chill down my spine. I leaned against the railing trying to stop my mind from spinning.
It sunk in staining my skin with its oily claws digging into my stomach and twisting it. After a span of three days of knowing the old bastard and here he tells me he left his crew to die? I just couldn’t fathom it.
If I am going to die, I rather die knowing that I fought hard for the one’s I loved. Smollett had the chance but instead escaped to leave those he adored behind to be slaughtered.
Fragments of the legend I had weaved him into destroyed. My emotions were clear as a bell when stubby fingers patted me on the shoulder forcing me to stare into those sad beady eyes. The eyes of a coward, no a murderer, my mind couldn’t wrap around it but the adult side tried to rationalize it.
Yes, what he did was wrong, but he did fight, he did try.
‘But it didn’t make him a hero Jim, it just made you look like a fool’ I thought to myself miserably.
“’M gonna be in the mess hall, be callin’ if ya see any flyin’ rocks.” The old lizard toddled away oblivious to what happened. I for one cannot wash it away from my mind. I shouldn’t be acting like the misunderstood teenager I once was. I had to be the adult in this situation. Children create heroes; adults knew that heroes were nonexistent. I became stuck in a melancholy hole that started to suffocate me.
I took in a large breath of air glaring out into the never ending universe pushing away from the railing. I had to go somewhere; I had to do something, anything to get this wretched realization off my mind.
My feet were determinedly leading me towards the weapons haul to find Tristen. The damned Leporid humanoid always made a mess in the engine room. Bolts and wrenches scattered about to create a minefield of parts to be tripped over.
The faint glowing of a small blow torch ended my game of hide and seek to find the midnight blue alien welding together metal pieces for the cannons.
Per usual Tristen did not stand at attention when his goggled eyes peered at me. I stood there waiting for any type of commentary but instead I received a chuckle. He turned off the torch light tugging off his goggles revealing his cheerful crimson eyes.
“Afternoon sunshine, or is it morning, hah! I have no idea, Morph and BEN usually keep me up to date but they seem to be messing with the cook. So how have you been? You been okay-“
I rubbed in between my eyes exasperatedly, there goes Tristen babbling off again about who knows what. Probably because of his heritage I suppose, well mixed heritage to be frank. Leporids are known to be alert, ready for action. That describes his positive attributes but begrudgingly he has been blessed with a vocal box that could rattle on for days.
Though I have to admit, he is a hard worker believe it or not. I pin that on his Mesozoric lineage, the stout horns on his head and clawed hands and feet gave it away alongside his strangely shaped calves that jutted out like a reptilian then fanned at the bottom like his Leporid ancestry.
His skin tone, or really fur tone, matched that of the swirling vortexes of space littered with scales around his forearms. Intricate silver tribal tattoos cascaded down his arms and face that glowed whenever he was in a good mood. One of his quirky little aspects that never ceased to amuse me, especially if you get him on a dirty subject then they would become blindly bright.
“Alright whats the matter?” his silky tenor interrupted my thoughts. His overtly tall frame loomed over me in apparent curiosity. He started to itch his rabbit like ears grunting and rolling his spiked shoulder blades that protruded through his naval shirt.
“I guess today is not a good day. Speaking of which you know Morph isn’t feeling that great either. Maybe he swallowed one of BEN’s cakes. That robot can make a mean soufflé but it can be potent-“
“Do you ever shut up?” I teased gently. He smiled right back rolling his red eyes “yea yea, you could…” he sauntered close flickering his forked tongue out “make me.” His tattoos started to glow instantly.
This time I laughed hitting him square on the back “heh, you always know how to make a situation awkward.” Sometimes I wondered what possessed me to fall for him. I never considered myself a relationship sort of guy but Tristen knew what to say even in his unusual consoling way. He added to that spark of adventure that I had no idea whether to snuff out completely or bring it back at the moment.
Humans were great but they didn’t have that extra spice that aliens carried. They were fascinating to say the least; above all they were worldly and gathered new ideas about the universe. It became my preference when I first dated a steadfast hot headed female alien named Elira. That ended a bit bad, well as Tristen would put it, horribly, because that is how I ended up with the mixed Leporid.
Needless to say Tristen practically won me over after my third year at the Academy. He sat by himself in the engineering class to work on his own little project. He intrigued me at first glance with his unusual disposition.
Pretty much I helped him, and he helped me, unfortunately he failed the class but he excelled in the weapons department.
After that we started working together frequently joining in as many ship deliveries as possible. When the Victory started boarding we both signed up eagerly agreeing to work in our favorite positions; Tristen as a weapons specialist and I as second in command.
It isn’t what Tristen truly wanted; he preferred to actually use his weapons instead of just shipping them out to local customers. However the times right now are at peace, sure there were raids, but nothing to dangerous that would require many soldiers or weapons for that matter.
It almost felt like yesterday when we were still arguing about the aerodynamics of the space glider. A smile inched on my face when I spied Tristen ‘s tattooed brow lift in confusion.
“Jim you must have taken something. You’re in your own little world again.” Two fingers playfully tussled my cropped hair. “So why the long face when you came in? Did that mean ole’ Captain Smollett make ya clean the poop deck?”
Red eyes gazed in my direction imploringly, I couldn’t deign him answer. Not yet. I still wasn’t sure how to say it without waltzing into a temper tantrum.
I folded my arms pondering while trying to reign in the emotions that I had desperately tried to push back. “Did you know about Captain Smollett leaving his crew to die?”
Tristen tilted his head scratching his long folded ears thoughtfully. “Err yea, everyone knows about that story. Wait! Is this a rhetorical question? No never mind, heh, I am surprised you had no idea.”
I sighed heavily slumping down on a beaten wooden box. “Forget it.” Yea, I sounded like a brat I know, but sometimes the emotional part of my brain seems to speak for me. My emotions were my ultimate weakness during these types of situations.
The ever observant Tristen saw right through my façade as he put down the torch on a random metal box with a clank. “No I am not going to forget it.” He said in that calm irritating voice of his. “Because I know how much he meant to you. I understand that you miss Silver and all but-“
Again, another childish bought of anger waved through me instantly boiling under my skin waiting to erupt. “It is just that every time I think highly of someone they end up being nothing of what I expected.” I frowned again allowing Tristen to sit next to me. His hand gently rubbed down my back soothing the heavy load I seemed to be carrying. I rubbed my face taking in a deep breath wanting to retract my juvenile statement.
I thought I was over this foolish need for a father figure. My God I am an idiot! A whining, self-loathing idiot! Not to mention I keep on bringing this up to Tristen who just sits there and takes it. I shouldn’t continue this angry teenager charade but the misunderstood part of me never seems to go away.
My life is great, it is way better than it was before, but why do I feel so empty still?
The ship groaned tiredly when stillness enveloped our conversation. Tristen however decided to speak up after a few minutes of awkward silence. “You know, we could try and find this Silver guy.” I glanced up at him slowly sighing heavily shaking my head. Tristen must have registered what I was feeling when he pulled his hand away as if burned. “Hear me out! I mean he is a well-known pirate! Someone has got to know him or his where abouts. You do keep talking a lot about the guy so why not?”
“He is long gone Tristen, who knows where he left to. He may even be dead.” Am I now becoming like Smollett with this talk? I could feel the old bastard’s voice ringing in my head with his despondent echo. I rubbed my face again trying to wash away the horrid sound.
“Come on. You’re always one for adventure. I bet he can be somewhere around-“ I cut him off with a curt nod. “Tristen, he isn’t here.”
Ears drooped over his red eyes when he halted his words. I know I am being such an asshole to him but I didn’t want to go looking for Silver. I know that I can’t be like my adolescent self and go exploring for someone that does not want to be found.
This isn’t maps and legends anymore, this is real life, and it is starting to corrode my mind. The adventure I longed for? It just didn’t seem to be in the cards.
“Your just getting yourself in a fit is all. Whatever Smollett said you shouldn’t take to heart Jim.” Tristen got up wearily cuffing my cheek gently changing the subject. “Hey, when we get back to Montressor we can fix your solar surfer. “A small gentle kiss pricked my lips gently; caring red eyes stared back as he laid his forehead against mine. “Jim, you know that I am here for you always okay?”
He brushed his pronged fingers against my cheek again hiding the solemn façade with his usual smirk. “Besides, you wouldn’t be able to finish anything without my help.”
I chuckled at that shaking my head as I rose from my seat the anger slowly dissipating. “Exactly because I was the one who failed Engineering 101.”
Tristen scoffed playfully grabbing a wrench to tighten a bolt on the cannon. “Come on, that was a hard class to begin with. The professor was a loony.”
I shook my head at the remark placing a kiss on his shoulder (or as far as I can reach) in thanks for listening. “Mhm, I believe you were just slacking.” I pointed out walking towards the stairs.
“Hah! I worked harder than you! I never slacked!” he yelled back with a clank of the wrench being thrown haphazardly to the side.
I turned around going up the stairs backwards glancing at him “I did your work slacker!”
Tristen laughed at that yelling “touché” when I exited onto the main deck.
I stilled for a moment staring out into the dark abyss. Space seemed endless, just like the hallow feeling I had beating inside my chest. There is that small part of me that wanted to listen to Tristen. To find Silver and talk to him would make my life finally complete.
The adult part rationalized that nothing like that would ever occur. I needed to man up and just deal with it.
I strode over to the railing reaching out to touch one of the floating stars absentmindly. I stepped back wearily when the star that I touched begun to turn into a pliable pink goo that started to giggle.
The little space blob always surprised me in the most mundane situations. Morph chattered then sneezed shaking himself and rubbing against my cheek. “Hey Morph how are you this evening?”
Morph trilled happily sneezing once again shaking his blob mass. He transformed into a wet tissue spraying on my face. “Ah sick I see. So Tristen was right.” I tickled the small mass again. Morph purred in response changing back into his original state.
“It’s okay Morph, will be home soon.” I patted him lightly allowing the gibbering goo to rub my shoulder and fall asleep. I smiled despite myself watching the innocent (maybe) Morph trill lightly in his slumber. I glanced out into space again hoping that a boisterous laugh would pass our way but only the deep hum of the universe responded.

Notes: Ayep, Smollett is a character from the original Treasure Island and I did NOT make him up. I just recreated his character pretty much (he isn't so dashing anymore, whoops.)
A Leporid is the rabbit family. A Mesozoric is a play on Mesozoic era when the Dinosaurs roamed. (I am still drawing Tristen and he is a tough shit to draw. *le flip*)
I am not confident about this story making any sense at all so if it is good or bad just tell me. Because I have the second chapter in the works but I have no idea if I should post it.*a bloo bloo bloo*
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