Chapter Twelve

It took a lot of convincing, but Micha talked her brother into leaving his crew behind and joining hers. They'd search for Silver together and then return home and live happily ever after, so to speak.

The crew had a lot to get used to now that Andrew was on board. He was only a few years younger than the First Mate, but he was definitely tougher. Andrew was hard and cold, only soft to his little sister. His anger showed through when he ordered the men around and they wondered what a man like him was doing having a sister like Micha.

Days passed before they reached the next port and Micha was glad they did. When they pulled up to the docks, she frowned. Something about the ship next to theirs seemed familiar, though she couldn't place why.

Stepping onto the docks, Micha headed in the direction of the next ship. Andrew called out to her but she shook her head, telling him not to mind her for a moment.

"I'll be right back!" she called. There was someone on the deck standing tall and reading the news. And he looked familiar.

She stood next to the ship on the docks, a few meters below and shook her head, unable to believe her eyes.

"Warrick?" she called.

The old pirate captain put his paper down from his eyes for a moment and looked around, his gaze finally settling below. "Stars above!" the pirate cried. "John!"

Micha froze. "Warrick, what did you say?"

The pirate captain was gone. He'd run off excitedly and left her there on the dock.


Warrick burst into the cabin where he knew the cyborg would be. "John! John!" he cried, waving his arms frantically. Silver whirled around in his chair, his mechanical arm brandishing his cutlass. "What? What!" He stood, realizing it was Warrick. "Don't ye know better than to rush in on me like that!"

"No, no! Come quickly, it's Micha!"

Silver paused and narrowed his eyes. "Beggin' yer pardon, sir?"

"Micha's on the dock, John!" Warrick breathed through his panting.

Silver wasn't sure if he could laugh, cry or beat the man silly for joking at a time like this.

Still, he had to confirm it for his own sanity's sake and stepped onto the deck. Micha by that time, had climbed on board and was standing on the deck. She stood perfectly still adjacent to John as she stared at him in disbelief for a few moments. In those moments, neither said anything.

"Oh…my gosh," she eventually whispered before rushing into the large man's arms.

Silver thought he'd have a heart attack. "It's not possible," he cried. "Of all the places to meet you at-"

Micha didn't hear him. She was too busy burying her face in his large belly.

Andrew stood on the deck with a grin, having followed her onboard. "Hey Silver," he greeted with a nod. The cyborg winked at Micha's older brother and smiled. "How long have I been searchin' for ye…only to finally have ye here with me…" Silver whispered, bringing Micha's face up to look at him.

"Stars, you look like yer mother," he said softly, stroking her cheek. "It's so good to see ye here."

Micha wiped her eyes and sighed heavily. "So…where do we go from here? Now that I've found you…do we go home?"

Andrew grinned from where he stood and raised an eyebrow. "Actually, sis…maybe the bunch of us could go on another adventure. You might…like to know, you and Silver, actually, that I heard a rumor."

"A rumor? About what?" Warrick asked, interested.

Andrew grinned widely and shrugged. "Oh, just a little rumor that Jim's still alive."


Jim maneuvered the small boat easily into the dock and groaned. He'd been at his search for what felt like ages, but he'd known it was only days. He'd asked around, left messages, called home to his mother, but still had found no sign of anyone.

Clambering noisily onto the pier, he leaned on his cane and headed towards the town for a drink. In the bar, he sat next to a younger man with dark hair who was drinking his ale slowly.
"Nice day," Jim commented to the barmaid who seemed less than interested in making conversation. She handed him a mug of ale and left him be.

Jim scanned the bar and the patrons curiously. Would any of them know?

The man next to him was staring into his ale without a word. In fact, the man next to him looked familiar.

"Excuse me…" Jim started, the man looking up at him with raised eyebrows. "Yeah?"

"I don't suppose you know someone named Micha? Or even a man your age named Andrew?"

The young man's eyes widened. "Who's asking?"

"Jim Hawkins." He paused. "Their father."

The man stood, his widened eyes wild with excitement. "You're kidding me. C'mon sir, we have to go now!"

"Wait, who are you!" Jim demanded. The man grinned, holding out his hand in embarrassment.

"Sorry sir. M'name's Adrian. I've just been sailing the etherium with your kids."


The family, Jim, Micha, Andrew, Silver and even Adrian, returned to Montressor with joy in their hearts. Warrick had been given Silver's ship and crew along with a promise to keep in touch with Micha.

Sarah Hawkins didn't know how to react when most of her family came traipsing through the door of the BenBow Inn one rainy afternoon. In fact, she was so unsure that she just decided feeding them all and acting as if nothing was out of place would be the best.

Jim smiled, content in his place on the couch in front of the fire with his daughter next to him and his son on the other side, his best friend and mentor, John Silver, sitting near to them. Jim may have been crippled, his wife may have been dead, but he had everything else he could have asked for. His family.


Author's Note: Done. Well, sorry if it was less than…anything you expected, dear Evilla, but at least I did what I set out to do and finished it. Just for you, of course. Whee. Hope you liked it. Again, sorry, but I just kinda made up the ending here. Hehee. Thanks for being here to pester me to finish it. I really appreciate it.