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Jim is mopping the deck, grumbling a little as he does it.
This is the third time he had to mop today. The crew just got back from exploring a planet and when they came back, all their feet were covered in mud. He moves his hair out if face with an annoyed huff. He got rid of the pony tail and just let his hair grow out. It’s almost to his shoulders.
Silver tasked him with cleaning the crew’s mess like usual. "Just for once they should clean up they're own messes." He grumbles. "I had to work all day while they went to a sky island. It's not fair."
The sky island Jim is talking about is an Ancient sky island that was once was inhabited by an ancient and god like race known as Zonai.
He's heard stories about the zonai and how they were powerful magic users.
But somehow all that remains of them is they're mysterious sky islands that are spread out in the gaxely and a treasure that Silver has been looking for, for months now.
"Jimbo! Come over here Lad."
Jim turns around and sees Silver waving at him. "Need you to serve lunch while me and the crew look over some stuff."
Jim huffs before saying "I haven't even finished mopping." Silver chuckles before going over to him. "Don't worry about that for now. The crew is starving from searching that island all day."
"Is that my problem?" Jim ask flatly.
"No, but it's your job to help with all kitchen duties, ya smartass. Now get to the kitchen."
"Fine." Jim grumbles. And starts to walk away, but stops to speak again.
"Oh by the way, while you're talking to them, can you tell them how to use forks? I'm tired of them eating like slobs and making a mess. I know they only have one brain cell, but I'm pretty sure they know how to use a fork."
With Jim leaves while silver sighs fondly.
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In the dining area, Jim is giving out the last plate and the crew member he's giving it too, snatches it out of his hands with his Tentacles.
"It's about time." They snarled.
"Yeah you're welcome, asshole." Jim says and walks away ignoring the crew member cursing at him.
Jim goes over to a table that's empty that has a plate a food that he set for himself. He sits down and picks up his fork to start eating. While he does, he listens to Silver speak to his crew members.
"Alright men..or whatever ye are. We're nearly there. We just have to crack a few more pieces of the puzzle and that treasure is good as ours."
All of the crew members cheer while Jim rolls his eyes.
"Now, all we have to do is just open this chest amd we'll one step closer." Silver bends down to pick up a green stoned chest that he got from the sky island.
Silver is about to open it, but someone speaks up. "Wait. What's that?" A one eyed crew member ask while pointing to the top of the chest. Silver looks a little confused and looks at the top of the chest.
On the lid of the chest is some type of writing. He knows it must be zonai, but he has no idea what it says.
"I..I think it's Zonai writing." When Silver said that, Jim perks up. He's studied zonai writing in his own time.
"Well what does it say?" Scroop demands.
"I have no idea."
All of them groan in frustration, some of them smash they're plates on the floor in anger. Jim rolls rolls his eyes again. These idoits are the reason why the kitchen is low on plates.
"Now we're never going to get that treasure!" One shouts and silver sighs. "Everyone just calm down. We'll get to it. I'll look through some of my research and see if I can-"
"I can read it."
Jim says.
Everyone looks to his direction, staring. Scroop decides to speak. "It's ancient zonai writing you half wit. No one can read it. Just mind your business, cabin boy." He growls in annoyance.
Jim glares back at him a little and stands up. "I'm telling you the truth, I can read it."
"How?" An alien with four arms questions.
Jim rubs his neck a little and looks down. "I..I really liked the stories of the zonai when I was younger. So I wanted to learn more about them. I got a few books from libraries and learned some of language. Not a lot though, but just enough."
All of the crew still eye him with doubt and Jim shrugs.
"But whatever, if y'all wanna take forever finding this treasure without some extra help then be my guest." Jim is about to sit down and eat again, but Silver gets his attention by saying
"Jim, come over here and help us lad."
Jim has to stop himself from nodding eagerly and he goes over to them. Silver pulls an empty chair close to him so Jim could sit down.
He then pushes the green chest towards Jim.
"Alright Jimbo, we're ready when you are." Jim nods and looks at the scripture written on the chest.
It takes him a minute to remember what some of the lettering is, but he's able to piece what it says.
"Dawn the garb of Farosh in this chest, find the temple hidden among dragons, along the wide mouth forest serpent."
Everyone looks in confusion before Jim speaks.
"I..I think the next place we have to go to is the farron floating islands. That's where a lot of Zonai dragon statutes are."
Silver nods. "That's place is challenging to get to. Many ships lost they're way trying to get to the island.”
"But who is this Farosh?" A two headed alien ask.
"She be a dragon that is said to live a long time ago." Silver answers. "She's immortal and has the power of electricity, there are legends that she use to be a zonai who went through a strange transformation to become a dragon. Now to find out what is this garb they're speaking out."
Silver starts to open the chest and everyone watches intensely, waiting to see what's inside.
When it's open and Silver looks at the contents in it, he mumbles "what the hell?"
"What! What is it!? Is it treasure!" One person shouts.
"Yeah tell us!" Another says and everyone starts to talk at once, making silver growl in annoyance. "Will all of ye, pipe down!"
Everyone gets quite and Silver starts to take out what’s in the chest.
"It's clothes and..some jewelry."
The first thing silver holds up is a sleeveless shirt with a dragon head symbol on it and then some pants.
Jim looks in the chest and sees some sort of headress with the clothes.
"We're supposed to wear that?" Mr.scroop says. "Is this some type of damn joke? That looks like it was made for humans, none of us can fit that."
"Plus it looks girly, I'm definitely not volunteering to wear it." A big alien with six eyes says. Sliver and Jim roll they’re eyes. "You couldn't fit in it even if you wanted to. Look ya morons, the garb is made for humans, but that's no problem for us."
Sliver then starts to look at Jim and Everyone follows his gaze towards the boy.
Jim realizes how all of they're eyes go to him and he sighs.
"Fuck."
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In 15 minutes, Silver is standing by Jim's cabin door. He knocks with his robot hand.
"Jim, ye done in there?”
He hears the boy give a frustrated sigh before he answers. "Give me a damn minute. I'm still trying to put the jewelry on."
"Jim it's been nearly 20 minutes, you should be done by now."
"You try putting on ten sets of jewelry, quickly. You wanna switch places with me? If not, then quit rushing me."
"Brat." Sliver mumbles, but waits a few more minutes.
Soon the door opens and everyone rushes to Jim's door.
Jim peaks through the door. He scoffs once he sees everyone.
"Can you guys back up so I have room to open the door?”
They all grumble a bit, but does what he ask. Jim steps out and everyone stares. It's a bit silent for a moment until someone gives a wolf whistle. "Looking good, Cabin boy."
Everyone laughs and starts to shout more inappropriate comments.
Jim’s cheeks get red and glares at them. At the moment Jim is wearing the sleeveless cropped shirt, it shows off entire mid section. The shirt has detailed triangles designs and on Jim’s neck is a yellow beaded necklace.
The pants he’s wearing are green and low waist, it has a yellow sash hanging in the front. On Jim’s head is the headress that has a single decorative horn. In each of his ears are three tear drop earrings and around his eyes are tear drop shaped rhinestones.
Each of his arms have beaded bracelets and on his ankle is a yellow and green anklet.
“Never realized he has such a girly hips.” One of the crew members say.
“I’m not some fag, but I wouldn’t mind fucking cabin boy right now.”
“Too bad it didn’t come with a skirt, I would love to see his ass-“
“Fuck off.” Jim growls and silver notices something when the boy got angry. He saw a some electricity spark from the headress of the horn.
‘So it’s not just any garb. It’s some type of defense armor.’ Silver thinks.
Interesting.
“Alright you filthy perverts, enough ogling the boy, give him some space.”
Everyone groans in disappointment, but does what he says. Once they’re gone, Jim huffs. “Animals.”
“Oh don’t get too bothered, I won’t let anyone of them touch you.” Silver starts to walk away, but stops to turn around. “Oh Jim. You do look pretty.”
He chuckles once he sees Jim’s cheeks get pink and he walks away, leaving the flustered boy by himself.