Disclaimer- If I owned Treasure Planet, I would release a sequel. Then Long John would get pardoned... somehow... and meet up again with Jimmy... somehow. Since I don't own Treasure Planet I don't have to worry about how!

A/N- My first Treasure Planet fanfic ever written! The other one was posted first because I was too lazy to get the lyrics to the song I wanted from the Treasure Planet soundtrack. (Wow, that's sad) Hope y'all like it-- this was inspired by the song Always Know Where You Are. Even if my sister doesn't get the meaning of the song, I decided to write a fic based on the message.

Always Know Where You Are

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I miss Silver.

It's been three years since we parted on the Legacy. At Captain Amelia's recommendation, I was accepted into the Interstellar Academy and just graduated (with honors, no less).

I think Morph misses that roguish cyborg too. In contrast to his normally bubbly personality, sometimes he gets all droopy (droopier than normal, that is). That's when he'll reminisce in his own way. Sometimes that little pink blob of mischief will turn into Scroop, and say "Spider psycho! Spider psycho!" again and again. Other times he'll turn into Captain Amelia, and say, "Spaceport floozies! Spaceport floozies!" over and over. I must have missed that one while I was aimlessly futeling about in the shroud.

I wonder what Silver's up to now. Hopefully he's stayed out of trouble, but who knows? If anyone did, I would pay whomever it was to tell me.

Someday, maybe I'll ship out through the Etherium and find myself on the same planet as him. Then I could thank that rapscallion for everything he's done for me. Silver was more a father to me than Leland Hawkins ever was. And I have no hesitation in saying that when push came to shove, Leland Hawkins would have taken the treasure and let me die.

In the meantime, I'm looking for Morph. "Morph... oh Morph... Morphy?" I can't find him anywhere.

After a long and thorough search of the Benbow Inn, I locate Morph in the kitchen sitting on a letter. "What's this, Morph?" I ask, picking it up.

It's addressed to "Jimbo Hawkins, The Benbow Inn, Montressor." Only one person ever called me Jimbo...

Taking care that no one is within earshot, I open the letter and read it aloud to Morph.

Dear Jimbo,

I hope you and Morphy are well. Not too long ago I heard about the grand reopening of your mother's inn. Cutting the ribbon in the picture was a pair of scissors- that was Morphy, I gather.

I also heard about your graduation from the Interstellar Academy. Congratulations, lad. Didn't I always say you had greatness in you?

Perhaps I will cross paths with you and Morph again someday. I won't hold my breath, but we can always hope.

Your favorite pirate,

Silver

A smile creases my face as I fold the letter and slip it into my inside pocket. "Who knows, Morph?" I ask, patting him. "Maybe we'll see that old scalawag again someday."

But until that day, every time I see myself, I'll know where Silver is. Because he'll always be in my heart.

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A/N- cringes from the rotten tomatoes I'm sorry about the cheesiness of the ending. I couldn't think of any other way to communicate it. Also sorry about the shortness. Constructive criticism welcom.