I still remember the night the pilot crashed into the Benbow Inn. I was just a kid, but the look in his eyes—pure terror—stuck with me. He pressed the sphere into my hands and whispered, 'Beware the cyborg,' before he died. That same night, pirates came. We barely made it out alive.

Now, standing on the deck of the RLS Legacy, I watch John Silver bark orders in the galley. He’s got this easy charm, a fatherly way about him—especially with me. But I can’t forget those words. The metal arm, the way he moves too smoothly for a man his age. I know he’s hiding something.

We’re approaching Treasure Planet. The map inside the sphere glows faintly in my pocket. Delbert thinks we’re making history. Captain Amelia thinks we’re chasing myths. But I know it’s real. And so does Silver.

Last night, I saw him whispering to Scroop near the airlock. Something’s coming. I can feel it in my bones.

The ship shudders. Red lights flash. And then the crew starts moving—not toward the lifeboats, but toward the armory.

Silver finds me before I can run. He places a hand on my shoulder, his voice low. 'Jim… you don’t understand what’s out there. Let me protect you.'

But his eyes—they’re not kind right now. They’re calculating.

The mutiny has begun.