Jim Hawkins sat at his desk, finishing up the papers he had recieved weeks earlier. The voyages he'd taken could no longer compare to his one as a teenager. He hadn't become very rich, he hadn't become anything except more confidence in himself. No longer did he stammer or fear older and stronger people. He found he could bring anyone down if he as much as tried. He would always feel better sticken up for the little person.

But he wouldn't feel better inside. He was lonely. Gonzo and Rizzo had moved away to some other part of England, Ms. Bluberidge had moved to the Americas after that night of pirates. Everyone else was out of reach. His so called "family" had split up and he was alone again. It kept reminding him of his childhood before Ms. Bluberidge took him in. He owned a house, a buisness with sailing, and was quite fine in living. He wasn't filthy rich, but he got by. He just wished he could once again go on a voyage with that crew again, just for the fun of it all.

He put his work aside as he put his head in his hands. His eyes ached, but he could never get any sleep. His body wanted sleep so badly, but everytime he would close his eyes. The nightmare of a death would fill him. And ... it was him whom was the murderer.

Then, he made a huge mistake for him. His eyes slipped close.

Jim fought and fought against something he couldn't see. Then...his sword stuck through something. A human stomach. A gasp could be heard, then a body, falling to the floor. Then all disappeared. A graveyard. A girl, no older than himself at 20, was being buried. He was at the back. Everyone of the crew members were there, in despair. All disappeared into black. Voices surrounded him ,blaming him for the girl's death, saying that he killed her. He was a murderer, they said. He tried to explain, tried to defy, but deep down, he knew he had killed her, with his own sword. His friends, his family, gave him disgusting, nasty looks. The voices vanished as blood covered Jim's hands. He knew who's blood. The girl's blood covered his hands, his trembling hands. He started to cry. How could he kill an innocent human being? How? His father would be disappointed with him for his sin. HE was disappointed in him. How could he? How! "WHY?" He screamed to the sky. Then all went black.

Reality.

Jim jolted awake as his nightmare went past his eyes yet again before fading away into nothingness. Why did he have this nightmare? How could he kill somebody? He would never harm somebody unless under extreme circumstances. Even then he would hesitate.

"Hawkins! Jim Hawkins?" A voice called, snapping Jim out of his thoughts. He got up from his chair as he walked to the door. He opened it slightly.

"Yes? May I help you?" He asked, showing only the right side of his face show.

"Letter, sir, from A. Smallet." The messenger stuck his hand out, a pure white envelope with small, gray writing and a deep red stamp on it in his blue hand.

Jim took it quickly. "Thank you, sir. Good day." He said as he closed the door, waiting for the messenger to go away. He soon heard footsteps down the steps and soon they faded away.

A. Smallet? As in Abraham Smallet, aka Captain Smallet? The same froggy captain on his first voyage? He quickly turned the envelope ove as he opened it up fastly, but with much care. He gasped at what the letter stated.

Dear Jim,

Benjamina and I have been marrid and we would want you to come on our voyage to the Indis with. The crew of the Hispanoila will be jioning us if they can. Yes, even those pirates. But they shall be cabiners. Unlike you, I wish for you to be cordinator. Much help will be needed and we will greatly appreciate yours to come along with you. We have already sent letters to Gonzo and Rizzo, hoping to find them upon our ship as well. We shall some new help.

Benjamina and I also must ask something else from you. Benjamina's cousin has a daughter, whom is suppose to mary the prince of India, and she is worth much to her family. She must be protected and I have chosen you to have that honor. We hope this will not be too much of a burden for you. You shall have help, for the daughter has a protector herself, but we can not be too careful The girl's name is Tressa Gunn, whom is 16-years-old and her protector is a 19-year-old girl named Emilianne Tigerkes. They shall see you soon, I hope. If you find this too hard, say so and Benjamina and I will understand.

We hope to see you on the Hispaniola on the 10th of March.

Farwell and See you soon we hope.

Captain Smallet.

Jim closed the letter as he thought about what to do. He was to protect a future fiance to the prince of India. He smiled. This was exactly what he needed to get the thougth of that wretched nightmare from his mind.

But then a realization dawn him. It was March 9th! The captain wanted him at the Hispaniola by tommarow! He rushed upsatirs as he got his things together.

Yet, did he know, in his heart, that he would fall in love, and have his nightmare come true?