[Down at the galley]
Dr. Delbert Doppler:
That woman! That... feline! Whom does she think is working for whom?!
Jim Hawkins:
It's my map, and she's got me bussin' tables--
Mr. Arrow:
[sternly interrupting] I'll not tolerate a cross word about our captain! There's no finer officer in this or any galaxy.
[They see a figure standing in a dark corner with a knife, whistling]
Mr. Arrow:
Mr. Silver!
[Silver turns around to greet the trio, revealing his mechanical arm, leg, ear, and eye]
John Silver:
Why, Mr. Arrow, sir! Bringin' such fine-lookin' distinguished gents to brace me humble galley? Had I known, I'd have tucked in me shirt! [tucks in his apron and chuckles while Jim observes his mechanical body parts.]
Jim Hawkins:
[whispering to himself, remembering Billy Bones's dying warning] A cyborg!
Mr. Arrow:
May I introduce Dr. Doppler, the financier of our voyage.
John Silver:
[uses his cyborg eye to observe Doppler's suit] Love the outfit, doc!
Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[Uncomfortably] Uh... thank you. Love the eye! [Trying to divert Silver's attention] This young lad is Jim Hawkins.
John Silver:
Jimbo! [Holds out his arm for Jim to shake it, but there are five sharp tools instead of five fingers. Silver notices and switches it to a hand. Jim glares at the arm and Silver untrusting. Silver simply smiles and prepares a dish.] Ah, now, don't be too put off by this hunk o' hardware. [Switches from hand to small knife-like scissors. Slices up some shellfish into a bowl. Switches from scissors to cleaver to cut up some vegetables, but he does this without looking and almost cuts off his left hand. Has a shocked look and then just smiles again.] Whoa! Heh-heh. [Switches the cyborg arm from cleaver to three clawed mini-arms. Throws three eggs and cracks them into the bowl.] These gears have been tough gettin' used to, but they do come in mighty handy from time to time. [Switches his arm as he throws the bowl on top and fire comes shooting out for a couple seconds. Pours the stew into a pot set on top of an open stove and adds some salt. Takes out a spoon and tries it to see if it's just right. Has an approving smile on his face. Pours some stew into two bowls, one for Delbert and one for Jim.] Here, now. Have a taste of me famous Bonzabeast Stew.
Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[sniffing, and then tasting the stew] Mmm! Delightfully tangy, yet robust.
John Silver:
Old family recipe. [Doppler sees an eyeball float to the top of the stew and yelps.] In fact, that was part of the old family! [laughs heartily] Ah, I'm just kiddin', doc. [Takes out the eye and swallows it.] I'm nuttin' if I ain't a kidder. [Sees Jim hesitating.] Go on, Jimbo, have a swig.
[Jim looks at the spoon again. Suddenly the top turns into a little pink face stuffed with the stew. The rest of the spoon does the same, revealing the form of smiling, pink blob. Turns into a straw and devours the rest of the stew in a flash.]
John Silver:
Morph! You jiggle-headed blob o' mischief! So that's where you was hidin'!
[Morph peeks over the top of the bowl, chatters, then belches. He floats up and rubs against Jim's cheek.]
Jim Hawkins:
Heh. What is that thing?
Morph:
[imitating Jim] "What is that thing?"
[Jim touches Morph, who then shapeshifts into a miniature version of Jim.]
John Silver:
He's... a Morph. I rescued the little shapeshifter on Proteus One.
[Morph transforms back and floats over the Silver; they cuddle each other.]
John Silver:
Aw, he took a shine to me. We've been together ever since.
[Bell rings up on deck.]
Mr. Arrow:
We're about to get underway. Would you like to observe the launch, Doctor?
Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[thrilled] Would I?! Does an active galactic nucleus have superluminal jets?! [awkward silence] I'll follow you.
[Jim starts to follow them out, but is stopped by Arrow.]
Mr. Arrow:
Mr. Hawkins will stay here, in your charge, Mr. Silver.
John Silver:
[spits out the stew, surprised] Beggin' your pardon, sir, but, uh--
Mr. Arrow:
Captain's orders! See to it the new cabin boy's kept busy.
[Both Jim and Silver attempt to protest, giving up simultaneously as Arrow departs.]
John Silver:
So... Cap'n's put you with me, eh? [walks around Jim]
Jim Hawkins:
[flatly] Whatever.
John Silver:
[smiles and starts to prepare another dish.] Ah, who be a humble cyborg to argue with a Cap'n?
Jim Hawkins:
Yeah... [Grabs a purp from a barrel and starts to walk around.] Ya know... These purps, they're kinda like the ones back home... On Montressor. Ya ever been there?
John Silver:
Ah... Can't says I have, Jimbo.
Jim Hawkins:
[taking a bite out of the purp] Come to think of it, just before I left, I met this old guy who was, uh... He was kind of looking for a cyborg buddy of his.
John Silver:
Is that so?
Jim Hawkins:
Yeah. What was that old salamander's name? Oh, yeah. Bones. Billy Bones?
John Silver:
Bones? BONES? ...Eh, 'tain't ringin' any bells. Must've been a different cyborg. There's a slew of cyborgs roamin' this port.
