Y/n- Your name

L/n- Last name

N/n- Nickname

If you don't have a nickname, make up one

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 Just as the captain ordered, Mr. Arrow ushered Jim, Delbert, and you out of her stateroom, and down to the galley. You were upset, but not as upset as Jim and Delbert were. Jim had a deep scowl on his face, and just by that, you could tell he was about as happy about working for the cook as you were. He did not like that order at all. You just hoped that the work wouldn't be too bad, or hoped the work would be like what you did at the Benbow Inn.

 Delbert was stomping along down the stairs, making loud footsteps as he fumed about the captain. "That woman! That feline! Who does she think is working for whom?"

 "It's my-" Jim started, gesturing to himself, until you cleared your throat loudly and gave him a look. "Our map," Jim corrected, making you smile, "and she's got us busting tables-"

 "I will not tolerate a crossword about our captain," Arrow said defiantly, holding Jim and Delbert back. You could tell he was fiercely loyal to Amelia. "There's no finer captain in this, or any galaxy." Delbert and Jim dawned sheepish looks. 

 Arrow let go of the two as a whistling sound reached your ears. Just ahead, shrouded by steam from a boiling pot, was a large man in an apron, whistling the tune. Due to the steam, you couldn't make out the rest of him that was in the kitchenette. You could only see grey here and there on his arm and leg where skin was.

 "Mr. Silver!" Arrow called out.

 "Why, Mr. Arrow sir," the figure responded, wiping his hands on his apron. "Bringin' such fine looking distinguished guests to grace my humble galley." The man bowed low, and you got a glimpse of his arm. It was grey, but not like Mr. Arrow's skin. The man continued. "Had I known, I'd have tucked in me shirt."

 The man chuckled as he came into full view. The grey you saw wasn't skin, it was metal. His entire right arm was robotic, as well as his right leg as you saw him stagger along on a metal peg leg. The man grinned at you, and his right robotic eye gleamed. You sucked in a breath.

 "A cyborg," you and Jim whispered.

 You subconsciously put your hand over your spyglass that was on your belt, and gripped it tight, protectively.

 "May I introduce, Doctor Doppler, the financier of our voyage," Mr. Arrow said, prompting Delbert to move closer to the cyborg.

 "Love the outfit, Doc." The cyborg's robotic eye shot out a red beam, and it scanned over Delbert's body.

 "Well, thank you. Um, love the eye," Delbert said, covering his lower parts as the beam went over them. He then pulled you and Jim up closer. "Um, this young lad and lassie are Jim Hawkins and Y/n L/n." Delbert quickly backed off. 

 The cyborg-Silver-went up to you two, eagerly holding out his robotic hand to you and Jim with sharp tools pointed towards you two. "Hello." Silver chuckled once he saw the state of his hand, and the mechanical hand switched the tools out for a metal, skeletal-like hand. 

 Jim glared at the hand, and then at Silver. You just looked cautiously his hand, and then warily at Silver's face. It nerved you to see a bit a familiarity flash across his eye.

 "Ah, now don't be too put off by this hunk of hardware," Silver said as his metal hand turned into scissors, cutting down four large shrimps that were hanging.

 In a smooth motion, Silver cut off all four of the shrimps' heads, tossing the bodies into a bowl. He then swiftly cut some vegetables, and tossed them into the same bowl where the shrimp was. His flesh hand disappeared for a second after he was done cutting the vegetables, making it look like he cut it off. Then his hand reappeared with a grin on Silver's face.

 "These gears have been tough getting used to, but they do come in mighty handy from time to time," Silver explained as his hand grabbed three spire-looking things, squeezing their juice into the bowl.

 His hand then turned into a blowtorch, and balanced the bowl on top of the flames as he moved toward the steaming pot. Dumping the contents into the pot, Silver added a few shakes of salt and then scooped some of the stew into a ladle, tasting it. Silver hummed in pleasure, scooping the stew into three bowls, and giving them to Delbert, Jim, and you.

 "Here, now, have a taste of me famous bonzabeasts stew," Silver insisted.

 You took a whiff of the stew. It didn't smell half bad, nor did it look bad. You hadn't eaten since you left Delbert's house.

 Delbert took a few good sniffs of the stew, lapping it up a few times with his tongue. "Mmm! Delightfully tangy, yet robust."

 "Old family recipe," Silver said as an eyeball floated to the surface of the stew when Delbert went to take another taste. Delbert yelped in surprise.

 Silver laughed. "In fact, that was part of the old family." Silver let out a hearty laugh, wiping a fake tear from his eye. "I'm just kiddin', Doc," Silver said, popping the eyeball into his mouth.

 You weren't sure if you were hungry anymore, or if he was serious or not.

 "I'm nothing if I ain't a kidder," Silver said, nudging you and Jim with his elbow. "Go on, N/n, Jimbo. Have a swig."

 You looked down at the brown liquid. The smell was enticing. With your spoon, you took a small bit and slowly brought it to your mouth. It didn't taste horrible. It tasted like regular stew, just with the right amount of tang like Delbert said. You were honestly impressed that Silver made something this good in a short matter of time. Though, you would never tell him that. Luckily, no eyeballs floated upwards to greet you. You gave Jim a reassuring look for him to try the stew.

 Jim glanced at his spoon that held the concoction. Suddenly, the head of the spoon turned lumpy, and pink with...eyes? Your eyes widened as the spoon became like that all over, gulping down the stew that was in the head, and floated out of Jim's hand. The spoon was really disguised as a pink, liquid-floating alien blob with eyes and a mouth. It wagged its supposed tail, and panted like a dog.

 "Morph, you jiggle-headed blob of mischief!" Silver scolded the blob as it turned into a straw, and sucked up the rest of Jim's stew. "So that's where you was hiding."

 The blob-Morph-poked his head up from the bowl, and let out a loud burp. He then flew up to face Jim, and cuddled up to Jim's cheek affectionately, then went over to you and did the same. You giggled as he touched you. It felt like cool Jell-O was sliding smoothly against your face.

 "What is that thing?" Jim asked.

 Morph repeated Jim's words, but just in a higher pitched voice. He then changed into a perfect, miniature version of Jim that stood on Jim's finger.

 "He's...a morph," Silver answered. "I rescued the little shapeshifter on Proteus."

 Morph shifted back to his pink self, and cuddled up to Jim's cheek again before dashing to Silver's hand. "Aw he took a shine to me. We've been together ever since." You could see how strong the two's bond was as Morph snuggled Silver's cheek. The cyborg did the same with a content look on his face.

 Mr. Arrow interrupted the moment a bell was heard. "We're about to get underway. Would you like to observe the launch, Doctor?"

 "Would I?" Delbert asked excitedly. "Does an active galactic nucleus have superluminal jets?" 

 Nobody answered him.

 "I'll follow you," Delbert decided.

 As you and Jim tried to follow, Mr. Arrow pushed you two back. "Mr. Hawkins and Miss L/n will stay here in your charge, Mr. Silver."

 The said man spat out the stew he was just eating. "Beggin' your pardon, sir, but-"

 "Captain's orders!" Arrow said sharply. "See to it the new cabin boy and girl's kept busy."

 Immediately, Jim, Silver, and you protested. Now that you actually saw the cook, you did not want to be working for him. It was a fruitless attempt though, as Arrow ignored the three of you and ascended the stairs with Delbert.

 "So," Silver said, "Captain's put you two with me, eh?"

 "Apparently so," you muttered unhappily.

 "Whatever," Jim said nonchalantly. 

 "Well, who be a humble cyborg to argue with a captain," Silver said as he pushed up his sleeves.

 "Yeah..." Jim trailed off, glancing at the barrel of purps with a thoughtful look. "You know, these purps, they're kind of like the ones back home," Jim took a said fruit from the barrel, and tossed it back and forth in his hands, glancing at Silver as he cooked, "on Montressor. You ever been there?"

 "Eh...can't says I have, Jimbo," Silver replied, glancing back at him.

 Jim took a bite of the purp, and hoisted himself on top of a counter. "Come to think of it, just before we left, we met this old guy who was, um, he was kind of looking for a cyborg buddy of his."

 You mentally facepalmed. He was not being subtle at all. If Silver really was the cyborg Billy Bones was talking about, Jim just raised his suspicion on the two of you.

 "Is that so?" Silver calmly asked.

 "Yeah. What was that old salamander's name?" Jim looked at you for the answer.

 You gave him a glare, telling him if you got in trouble with this guy, it would be all his fault. Finally, you answered, "Bones. Billy Bones."

 "Bones? Bo-ones? T'ain't ringin' any bells. Must've been a different cyborg." Silver brought over the rest of his stew in a serving bowl, and put it down where you and Jim where. "There's a slew of cyborgs roamin' this port."

 The three of you were interrupted by a high pitched whistle from above the galley.

 "Prepare to cast off!" you could hear Arrow announce. 

 Silver dawned a lazy grin, and gently pushed you and Jim towards the stairs. "Eh, off with you, lad, lassie, and watch the launch. There'll be plenty work awaitin' for you afterwards."

 You and Jim didn't argue, considering you both did want to see the ship take off. So, the two of you slowly backed up to the stairs.

 "And, lassie?" Silver called out.

 You reluctantly looked back. 

 "That's a mighty fine spyglass you got there," Silver complimented. 

 You gripped your spyglass again. "Thanks."

 You sprinted up the stairs with Jim.

A/N. Hey, guys! Hope you enjoyed! Four things really quick. One, sorry if some of the dialogue for Silver was weird. It's hard sometimes to make out what he's saying, and subtitles aren't helping. Second, I just used what I think Morph would feel like. I don't know if they have Jell-O in this movie...Oh, well. Third, sorry there isn't too much with the reader/you guys. Still getting used to writing reader inserts, and I've never written a fic based off of a movie...Should've mentioned that before. Fourth, sorry for the weird improvised moment at the end. But I promise you, it'll all be worth it! That's it for me. Hope you enjoyed. Don't know when the next update will be up since I gotta figure out some stuff for the next few chapters, but soon  I hope! Okay, now that's it. Comment and vote! Bye! -Anna