[Several days later, Jim and Doppler sit aboard a space ferry on their road to Crescentia, the giant spaceport from which they will depart on their journey. From a distance, the crescent-shaped port looks like a glowing silver of moon. But as they approach, Jim can see that the port is actually a many-layered network of docks, all crowded with spaceships. As the space ferry touches down, Jim shivers with emotion. Looking around the massive spaceport in confusion, he feels that anything can happen. He hurries down the gangplank, eager to reach the docks and whatever adventure awaits him there]
[At the bottom, Jim pauses and looks around breathlessly. Aliens of every shape and color, speaking hundreds of different languages, are scurrying this fashion and that, securing rigging, scraping hulls, and bartering for luck. He stops and watches in fascination as two spacers in heavy coats and stocking caps pull star matter out of a net. Even the air smells different here, Jim thinks. It is fresh and brisk and has a mysterious tang, unlike anything he's ever smelled on dreary old Montressor. Jim feels like shouting with joy]
Jim! [His voice cuts into his thoughts. Jim turns in time to see Doppler waddle down the gangplank, dressed in an outdated space suit and clanking with every step. He is so loaded down with gear that he can barely walk] Jim! Oh, Jim, wait for me!
[Jim smirks and shakes his head as Doppler catches up to him]
Well, this should be a wonderful opportunity for the two of us to get to know one another. You know what they say. Familiarity breeds...uh, well, contempt. But in our case––––
Look, let's just find the ship. [He hurries over to two alien longshoremen to ask directions]
R Robot
Second berth on your right!
[Doppler scurries awkwardly after Jim as they move through the docks]
It's the suit, isn't it? I should never have listened to that pushy two-headed saleswoman. One head said it fit, and the other said it was my color. I didn't know what to do. I get so flustered and––Oh! [His jaw drops. Before them a huge, three-tiered solar galleon gleams in the sunlight. It is the RLS Legacy, the ship Doppler has hired. It is the grandest ship either Jim or Doppler have either seen, and it is already bustling with activity]
[Together, they hurry up the gangplank onto the ship. On deck, a rough-looking crew of alien spacers race fore and aft, readying the ship for launch. Mr. Arrow, a square-jawed, rock-skinned alien in an officer's uniform, stands in the middle of the deck, shouting commands]
Stow those casks forward! Heave together now!
Good morning, Captain! Everything ship-shape?
Ship-shape it is, sir. But I'm not the captain. The captain's aloft. [He points. Jim and Doppler look up toward the rigging and see a slim, catlike creature also in an officer's uniform. She swings down the ropes and lands gracefully on the deck]
Mr. Arrow, I've checked this miserable ship from stem to stern, and as usual, it's spot on. Can you get nothing wrong?
Why, yes...I... [He stammers in surprise. He hasn't realized a female will be running the ship. Much less a feline female]
[The captain grins and shakes his hand]
I'm Captain Amelia. Late of a few run-ins with the Procyon Armada. Nasty business, but I won't bore you with my scars. You've met my first officer, Mr. Arrow. [She gestures to the stony alien at her side] Sterling, tough, dependable, honest, brave and true.
Oh, shut up. You know I don't mean a word of it.
[As they speak, Jim gazes around the ship. Its polished, caramel-colored wooden decks run thousands of feet from stem to stern. Elaborate webs of rigging hang from the masts, and high above, the ship's bright flag snaps louder in the wind. Jim sighs with satisfaction. It is just the sort of ship he's always dreamed of sailing. For a moment, he imagines himself at the helm, steering the giant vessel through the Etherium. But suddenly, his thoughts are interrupted]
May I introduce you to Jim Hawkins? Jim, you see, is the boy who found the treasure m... [But before he can finish, Amelia claps a paw over his mouth]
Doctor, please! [She looks over her shoulder to make sure no one is listening] I'd like a word with you in my stateroom.
[Doppler, Arrow and Jim follow the captain to her quarters. She shuts the door behind them, but looks sternly at Doppler]
Doctor, to mewl and blabber about a treasure map in front of this particular crew demonstrates a level of ineptitude that borders on the imbecilic. And I mean that in a very caring way.
May I see the map, please?
[Jim glances at Doppler, but reluctantly pulls the map from his pocket and tosses it to Captain Amelia]
Here.
[The captain unlocks her gun case and places the map inside]
Fascinating. Mr. Hawkins, in the future, you will address me as "Captain" or "ma'am." Is that clear?
[Jim scowls at her, but the captain's gaze doesn't falter]
Yes, ma'am.
[Amelia grins and locks the doors of the case]
That'll do. Gentlemen, this must be kept under lock and key when not in use. And Doctor, again, with the greatest possible respect, zip your howling screamer.
Captain, I assure you----
Let me make this as monosyllabic as possible. I don't much care for this crew you hired. They are... [She turns to her first mate] How did I describe them, Arrow? I said something rather good this morning before coffee.
A ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots, ma'am.
[Amelia's sly green eyes twinkle]
There you go---poetry!
[Doppler's face turns red]
Now see here!
Doctor, I'd love to chat----tea, cake, the whole shebang----but I have a ship to launch. [She glances at Doppler's space suit and **** an eyebrow] And you've got your outfit to buff up. Mr. Arrow, please escort these two neophytes down to the galley straightaway. Young Hawkins will be working for our cook, Mr. Silver. [She turns sharply and walks off]
Wait! What? The cook?
[But Amelia is already gone]
[Silver has chosen Jim over the treasure]
Silver, you gave up?
Just a lifelong obsession, Jimbo. I'll get over it.
[B.E.N. pulls up with the ship with Delbert piloting it and Amelia in tow; the remaining pirates are in custody]
Hurry, people! We got exactly two minutes and thirty-four seconds till planet's destruction!
You're doing fine, Doctor. Now ease her over gently--gently!
[The ship terrain to Jim and Silver]
We were better off on exploding planet!
[Jim and Silver climb onto the ship]
Take us out of here, metal man!
Captain, you dropped from the heavens in the nick of--
Save your claptrap for the judge, Silver!
[Silver chuckles then frowns] [A sudden chunk of the planet takes out the main sail and one of the cannons]
Mizzen sail demobilized, Captain! Thrusters at only 30% of capacity.
30%? That means we're...We'll never clear the planet's explosion in time...
[As the planet is collapsing, Jim looks back and sees that the portal is still working and with the cannon destroyed he can use the parts]
We gotta turn around.
There's a portal back there. It can get us out of here!
Pardon me, Jim, but didn't that portal open onto a raging inferno?!
[The jets are still destroying the planet's core, when the planet collapses and explodes]
Yes, but I'm gonna change that. I'm gonna open a different door! [Jim starts to gather pieces to make a solar surfer]
Captain, really, I don't see how this is possible--
One minute, twenty-nine seconds till planet's destruction!
Just some way to attach this.
All right. Stand back. Stand back, now. [He welds the pieces together to make a makeshift solar surfer] There you go.
OK. Now, no matter what happens, keep the ship heading straight for that portal.
[Jim and Silver share a sympathetic gaze as Jim launches his solar surfer off the ship]
Well, you heard him! Get this blasted heap turned 'round!
Doctor, head us back to the portal.
[Up ahead, Jim manages to weave his way through the planet's explosion, heading straight for the portal]
Go on the right! THE RIGHT!
I KNOW, I KNOW! WILL YOU JUST LET ME DRIVE?!
[The solar surfer engine suddenly cuts out and refuses to start]
No! No!
[Out of options, Jim shoves the engine against the wall, and the friction combined with the sparks gets the engine started again. Jim and the ship race toward the portal]
Seven, six, five, four, three, two--
[Right at the last second, Jim presses on the Montressor Spaceport, causing the portal to change as he and the ship fly through it, and the planet is collapsing and starts to explode. The portal explodes behind them]
[The longboat follow the map and finds the treasure planet, the mutiny any location the ship; Grewnge use a gun point at Delbert and Amelia] [Morph chattering]
It's okay, Morph. Is okay.
Jimmy, I--I don't know about you but I'm starting to see my life pass in front of my eyes. At least, I think it's my life. WAS I EVER DANCING WITH AN ANDROID NAMED LUPE?!
B.E.N., shh. This isn't over here yet.
We'll gettin' close, lads! I smell treasure a-waitin'! [The pirates cheering, Silver laughs and grabs Jim forward, Silver cutting the trees, everyone gasp in shocked it to seens dead end] Huh? Where is it?
[After the map seemingly leads the pirates to a dead end]
I see nothing! One great big stinking hunk of NOTHING!
I don't know! I-I can't get open in.
We should've never followed this, boy! [kicks Jim fall on the ground]
I'd suggust you get that gizmo going again, and fast!
[The mutiny quickly refuses to Jim]
Let's rip his gizzard right out, right now!!
[Jim put the Map down it powers on the treasure planet] [last words before his death]
Poor boy.
[Introduce the portal sees the planets looks, suddenly, it open a triangular sees galaxy] [shocked]
Ah, have mercy.
[the portal high triangular like Treasure Planet shape, the Lagoon Nebula]
The Lagoon Nebula?
[about universe]
But that's halfway across the galaxy.
[he point at Map; a Big door]
A big door... [point at Map again; changing a planet] opening and closing. [changing a different planet] Let's see. Kinapis. Montressor spaceport. [as he point at Montressor Spaceport; that's how to get home] So that's how Flint did it. He used this portal to roam the universe stealing treasure.
[move space to Jim]
But, where'd he stash it all?! [as Silver point to map, he no longer find his treasure] Where's that blasted TREASURE?!
Treasure! Treasure! Is... buried in the--
Buried in the centroid of the mechanism. What if, the whole planet is the mechanism, and the treasure is buried in the center of this planet?!
[an angrily crews shouting start digging, as Mr. Turnbuckle boring a hole tool and shocking everyone] [indignant]
And how in blue blazes are we supposed to get there?!
[as finger point and touch a Treasure Planet]
Just open the right door.
[However, the portal is open the loot of a thousands worlds; as Jim, Silver and the pirates leading to find Flint's treasure, Silver step around the alarm beeping]
Wait for me! Wait for me!
Long John Silver: [Upon seeing the discovered of Flint's Treasure, the mutiny, gasps, and cheering] The loot of a thousands worlds.
[After the pirates find Flint's treasure]
We are going to need a bigger boat! [laughing]
This is all seeming very familiar. I can't remember why.
B.E.N., come on. We're getting out of here, and we're not leaving empty-handed.
[Jim and B.E.N. start to head for a pirate ship parked amongst the treasure]
But--but, Jimmy! Jimmy!
A lifetime of searching. And at long last...I can touch it.
Dear Charlotte. To mule and blabber about a treasure map in front of this particular crew demonstrates a level of ineptitude that borders on the imbecilic. And I mean that is a very caring way.
[taken aback]
"Imbecilic," did you say? Foolishness! I've got--
[interrupting]
May I see the Map, please?
[Delbert looks at Jim, Jim has a refusing look on his face. Delbert then gestures for him to give it up in a more serious manner. Jim tosses the Map to the Captain.] [flatly]
Here.
[The Captain catches the Map, then looks at it with an observing smile.]
Hmm! Fascinating. [She then heads over to a cabinet and places the Map in a small chest.] Mr. Hawkins, in the future, you will address me as "Captain" or "Ma'am." Is that clear?
[Jim doesn't reply, but instead, rolls his eyes and looks away.] [glances back at Jim with a serious look and speaks in a more serious tone.]
Mr. Hawkins?
[flatly and somewhat annoyed, but still respectful]
Yes, ma'am.
That'll do. [closes the cabinet and locks it. Puts the key in her pocket.] Gentlemen, this must be kept under lock and key when not in use. And, Doctor, again - with the greatest possible respect - zip your howling screamer.
Captain, I assure you that--
[interrupting]
Let me make this as... monosyllabic as possible. I... don't much care for this crew you hired. They're-- How did I describe them, Arrow? I said something rather good this morning before coffee.
"A ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots", ma'am.
[smiles smugly]
There you go, poetry.
[indignant]
Now, see here--!
Doctor, I'd love to chat - tea, cake, the whole shebang - but I have a ship to launch, and you've got your outfit to buff up. Mr. Arrow, please escort these two neophytes down to the galley straightaway. Young Hawkins will be working for our cook, Mr. Silver.
[stops poking at a navigation tool and looks up, surprised]
W-uh, what? The cook?
[after discovering the map to Treasure Planet]
Mom, this is it! This is the answer to all our problems!
Jim, there is absolutely no way--
Don't you remember? All those stories?
That's all they were; stories.
[frustrated]
With that treasure, we could rebuild the Benbow a hundred times over!
Well, this-- it's just-- oh, my. Delbert, would you please explain how ridiculous this is?
It's totally preposterous, traversing the entire galaxy alone.
[Jim rolls his eyes]
Now at last, we hear some sense.
That's why I'm going with you! [pulls out a suitcase]
[runs around packing things]
She'll use her savings to finance the expedition; I'll commission a ship, hire a captain and a crew...
[slides down a tower of books]
All my life, I've been waiting for an opportunity like this, and here it is screaming! "Go, Delbert! Go, Delbert...!"
[frustrated]
Okay, okay! You're both grounded! [sighs]
Mom, look. I know that I keep messing everything up. And I know...that I let you down. But this is my chance to make it up to you. I'm gonna set things right.
If I may? [quietly speaks to her] You said yourself, you've tried everything. There are much worse remedies than a few character-building months in space.
Are you saying this because it's the right thing or because you really wanna go?
I really, really, really, really want to go. And it's the right thing.
[Sarah turns to Jim with a worried expression]
Jim... I don't wanna lose you.
[smiles]
Mom... You won't. we'll make you proud.
[Sarah smiles back]
Well, ahem, there we are, then. We'll begin preparations at once. Jim, my boy, soon we'll be off to the spaceport.
