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was in his reverie that he established what he had to do, inspiration striking from the very plot the cyborg himself had hatched. Another adventure was about to begin... 「 #𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 」

knowing that somewhere in the vast expanse of space a certain cyborg was watching over him; ready to catch the light coming off of him. He truly had charted his own course, and he wasn't about to stop now. Not until Silver could see what type of man he'd become for himself. It ー

would find himself most perplexed by the absence of the original mechinism. "Heh, I can hear you now, ya old scalawag. I bet you'd just laugh this off and make knowing what to do look easy." As he often did in times like these, Jim would look towards the skies for guidance, ー

and the Admiral no shortage of stress, and the only conclusion that they could come to was that The Portal was the endgame in all of this. Had they found a way to replicate The Map? Or perhaps a way to operate Flint's Portal without it? Whatever the case may have been, Jim ー

notorious Captain Flint's Trove now lay in ruins; its spoils long since lost to the abyss and the planet itself destroyed beyond repair. This begged the question of just why anyone would seek a desolate mechanism such as this. Speculation on this matter had caused both him ー

mother, and a trip down memory lane. The Map was his true reason for being here, for he'd heard wind through his connections with Admiral Amelia that there were those who would seek to unearth such a great secret once more. Once home to the Loot of a Thousand Worlds, the ー

on ruining the lives of himself and all those he held dear, he had proven himself a fine spacer through and through. Now; however, it was time to dig up some history. "Never thought I'd need this old thing again..." His time back at home bore more than a simple visit to his ー

quick visit to his childhood home; the Benbow Inn, before returning to port. The hustle and bustle of this place never changed, even as he had. It had been 10 years since the incident that had defined his life, and put him back on the right track. Once a delinquent, hellbent ー

「 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 」 The winds of the etherium were calm and peaceful, tranquility reaching as far as the eye could see. It was within these conditions that Captain Jim Hawkins made his descent onto the moon of his home world of Montressor, making a ー