On the clearest of nights, when the wind of the etherium were calm and peaceful, the great merchant ships with their cargos of octurim crystals felt safe and secure. Little did they suspect that they were pursued by pirates!

And the most feared of all these pirates was the notorious Captain Nathaniel Flint. Like a Cadarin Zapwing, overtaking its prey, Flint and his renegades swooped in out of nowhere. Then gathering up their spoils they vanished without a trance.

Flint's secret trove was never found. Nevertheless, stories have persisted that it remains hidden, somewhere in the farthest reaches of the galaxy, stowed with riches beyond the imagination. The loot of a thousand worlds: Treasure Planet.

The same old story in every run down pub around the galaxy; people, young and old gathered around every night and retold the tale of Treasure Planet while the children listened on with excitement. It never changed. It was just an old bedtime story for restless youngsters.

A young girl around the age of fifteen rolled her eyes as an old man a few tables over finished telling the tale of the greedy old Flint and the imaginary Treasure Planet.

"A bunch of load if you ask me," she said, tossing the money for her drink down on the table. She stood to her feet and grabbed her hat, making sure to cover her eyes as she adjusted it on her head.

"A non-believer is you?" an old woman toad asked, over hearing the girl's mumbling. The girl simply shrugged her shoulders and headed for the door.

"Believe what you want," she muttered, shrugging her knapsack onto her back.

The girl stepped out into the cloudy, Montressor evening and pulled her black cloak tighter around her body. With a cautious look both ways, she continued up the path to find a place to stay for the evening. She didn't have to search for very long; just a little ways up the path she was walking was an old, run down inn.

"It'll work," she grumbled to herself. Without a second thought, she hurried up the path to the lodging named "Benbow Inn".

She entered the inn to find it more crowded than first anticipated. However, she shrugged off that fact, persuading herself that she no longer wanted to search for another less popular place to stay, and began her search for the owner or a worker of the inn. Her eyes landed on a frazzled woman taking orders moments later.

The woman appeared to be about thirty years of age and dressed in a red shirt with khaki sleeves accompanied by a long, khaki skirt with a white apron around her front. Her hair was brown, mostly covered by a white bonnet, and her brown eyes held exhaustion, only heightened by the large, dark bags underneath them. Relieved that she found who she was looking for, the girl quickly approached the woman.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a place to stay the night and I came across your inn so I was wondering if you had any vacancies?" the girl asked, taking off her hat so the woman could see her hazel eyes. The woman smiled at the young girl, hiding her clear fatigue and shook her head happily.

"Please, follow me." Nodding her head in thanks the girl obediently followed the middle-aged woman through the crowd of people and towards what the girl presumed the front desk.

"Sorry for the mess," the woman apologized, pushing some papers out of her way. "It's been a busy day." The girl shrugged her shoulders and scanned the small room.

"Business is business," she said simply. The woman gave a small, humorless laugh and pushed some of her brown hair that escaped her bun out of the way.

."So," the woman asked starting up a conversation while booking the young female. "What brings you to Montressor?" The girl's eyes landed on the woman once again before she shrugged.

"This place holds a lot of memories for me, just dropping in to pay this old rock a visit." The woman smiled at the girl and handed over the room key.

"Your room is the first one on your left when you walk up the stairs, you can't miss it. The bathroom is down the hall on your right. You're lucky, you have the whole inn to yourself, save for my son and me. Enjoy your stay at the Benbow and I hope your visit is a nice one, Miss…" the woman trailed off as she realized she didn't catch the young girl's name.

"AnaMaria and it was a pleasure meeting you. Thank you for your kindness and the room," the girl said. The woman smiled and held out her hand.

"Thank you for choosing Benbow Inn and my name's Sarah Hawkins. If you need anything just ask me or Jim, my son." AnaMaria nodded her head and politely shook Ms. Hawkins hand before scanning the room once more.

Feels just like home, she thought as she took in all the different people and the smells. She sighed longingly and then turned back to Ms. Hawkins, releasing the woman's hand from her grip . "Ms. Hawkins, if I may trouble you one more time? May I have something to drink? Water would be fantastic if it's alright." Ms. Hawkins smiled and nodded her head.

"No troubles at all and please, call me Sarah." AnaMaria nodded her head, making a note of it if she needed to call upon her services before the night was up.

Once Sarah handed AnaMaria her water she excused herself from the young girl's presence and returned to her work. AnaMaria, not wanting to look like a complete idiot standing there, quickly occupied an empty table close to the shadows. She set her knapsack at her feet and placed her tattered, black tri hat on her head. She began to sip her water quietly, thinking as she quenched her thirst.

I'm running low on money, the young teen mused. I need a job if I ever want to fix my ship. After that last run in with that cyborg, it needs more than I can provide for it. And I need a new crew. The quicker I find one the better, I don't do well trapped here on the ground.' The raven-haired girl was snapped from her thoughts by the slamming of a door and the crashing of plates.

"Jim!" Sarah Hawkins gasped.

AnaMaria turned towards the front door to see two robot cops and a boy her about her age standing within the doorframe. Upon seeing the two cops, she pulled her hat down lower and moved into the darkness more so they couldn't see her.

"Okay, thanks for the lift guys," the boy said, moving the cop's, who stood to his right, hand off his shoulders. He attempted to walk forward but the Robocop stopped him.

"Not so fast!" the cop exclaimed, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder once more.

"We apprehended your son operating a solar vehicle in a restricted area," the robot cop on the boy's left informed.

"Moving violation nine-zero-four, section fifteen, paragraph - uh...," the cop on the right trailed off trying to remember the number.

"Six," the boy muttered, rubbing his cheek. AnaMaria smirked slightly in amusement; obviously, he was familiar with this law.

"Thank you," the robot cop on the right said.

"Don't mention it," the boy shrugged. He had brown hair that was styled so that the lower part of his head was shaved off save for a little clump of hair that was braided on the lower part of his head. The hair on top of his head lay hanging seemingly untouched except for his bangs that fell into his face every so often when he moved his head a certain way. His captivating steel blue eyes held a look of pure shame and his shoulders sagged in regret. His black shirt was hidden behind a brown coat that hung from him carelessly. His baggy, too big for him, green pants were held up by a brown belt and on his feet he wore dark brown boots.

"Jim," Sarah Hawkins scolded. Hearing the warning in her voice and the anger in her stare the boy – Jim looked away from his mother. The robot cops continued their lecture.

"As you are aware ma'am this constitutes a violation of his probation," the one on the left explained. Ms. Hawkins quickly spoke up before things could get out of control.

"Yes, yes, no, I understand officers," she said quickly, rubbing her neck. "Um, but, c-c-could we just…" Sarah Hawkins trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Um, pardon me, but um, officers," a man sitting at the other end of the inn called out, catching everyone's attention. "Um, if I might, interject here," he offered, standing to his feet and heading over to the small group by the open door.

The man had a dog like appearance to him, complete with small, floppy brown ears and a large snout. He wore glasses and a small, green vest on top of a white button up collared shirt. On his lower body, he wore khaki pants and brown shoes. Altogether, it looked like this man couldn't do anything but make the current situation worse.

"I am the noted astrophysicist, Doctor Delbert Doppler. Perhaps you've heard of me? No, uh, I have a clipping." The dog man began to search his vest for his clipping. Before he could get too far into his search the robot cop on the left side of the boy interrupted him.

"Are you the boy's father?" he asked. At this the "doctor" and Sarah began to frantically object to the statement, Sarah throwing in an "ew" at the thought and Doppler looking surprised at her little comment.

"He's just an old friend of the family," Sarah Hawkins explained.

The robot cops leaned down to look at Dr. Doppler and commanded harshly, "Back off sir!" Dr. Doppler covered his face with an arm and balanced on one foot in surprise. Ms. Hawkins quickly came to his rescue.

"Thank you, Delbert, I'll take it from here," she reassured.

Dr. Doppler straightened up and said, "Well Sarah, if you insist." He cleared his throat and turned away muttering something to her in the process. He scurried off to his seat. AnaMaria found herself chuckling at the man's pitiful attempt.

The robot on the left continued, "Due to the repeated violations of statue Fifteen C, we have impounded his vehicle. Any more slip up's will result in a one way ticket to juvenile hall."

"Kiddie jail," the right cop added.

"The slammer," the other one said. They released the boy from their grip and Sarah quickly grabbed him before he stormed off.

"Thank you officers," she said, looking down at her son. "It won't happen again." She gave him a pointed look to insure he knew it as well.

"We've seen his type before, ma'am," the robocop on the left added in, as if his words were meant to comfort the mother. His partner looked at him.

"Wrong-choices."

"Dead-enders."

"Losers." Upon hearing the last statement, the boy glared up at the two robot cops, giving AnaMaria a good view of his pierced ear. She smirked as she noticed the boy struggling to hold back a smart comment.

"Also," the left robot said before bidding farewell. "There is said to be a pirate by the name of Longstrum-"

Captain Longstrum AnaMaria thought bitterly.

"-In these parts. If you see him please inform us." The robot lifted his hat from his head. "Take care now."

"Let's motor," the other said before they both headed out the door, slamming it on their way out. Sarah was suddenly painfully aware of the entire pub's (save for AnaMaria who had the decency to turn away after the cops had left) attention on her and her son.

Mildly embarrassed that they were caught the people quickly returned to what they were doing. AnaMaria on the other hand returned her attention to the mother and son, watching the conflict from underneath the folds of her tri hat. When the boy turned away from his mother, his eyes caught the gaze AnaMaria.

A well placed curiosity as well as irritation flared inside the boy's stomach. The figure he was looking at was definitely not a regular at the inn and he got the distinct feeling they weren't from around here either. He searched the darkness for a pair of eyes and the hair on the back of his neck rose to attention when his pair of steel blue eyes connected with the pair of startling hazel.

The connection however was swiftly broken when Ms. Hawkins began her scolding once more. Once she said her last, Ms. Hawkins hurried off to finish her work while the boy picked up a load of trays and turned for the kitchen. He cast one last look at the figure with the capturing hazel eyes before disappearing behind the kitchen doors to wash dishes.

Once the pub quieted to a dull roar and the amusement of the previous event faded AnaMaria stood to her feet and grabbed her knapsack from the ground. It was time to do some sightseeing. Leaving a few coins for her drink, AnaMaria headed out, unaware of a pair of steel blue eyes watching her as she disappeared into the town below.