The storm showed no signs of letting up. Captain John Silver gripped the helm while shouting orders to his crew.
"Look out!" he heard Genie yell.
He looked over just a large wave crashed into him and swept him overboard!
"JOHN!" he heard Marina scream.
He knocked against the bottom of the Faithful several times, pulled by the crruent, before he resurfaced. He gasped and gulped in a much air as he could before he was knocked under water again.
He was tossed about wildly in the rough sea of the planet they were on, hardly able to get enough air. He collided with something hard and all went black.
He slowly opened his eyes after what seemed like forever to find himself laying on a beach. He slowly lifted his head and saw a small group of people not too far away.
He tried to speak, his voice was too weak and hoarse to be heard.
Suddenly one person spotted him, and the group rushed over. When they were close enough Silver saw that they were teenagers.
One boy turned to a girl about sixteen years old.
"Claire, go get my truck, bring it over here."
"Okay." she said before she ran off.
The boy turned to two of his friends.
"Jake, Brian, help me turn him over."
The boys turned Silver over, being as gentle as they could.
"Sorry."
Another girl about eighteen years old came over with a bottle of water.
"Here."
"Good thinking, Sue."
The boy that had spoken first carefully and gently lifted and tilted Silver's head, and Sue put the bottle to his lips.
He drank gratefully, the cold water wetting his dry throat.
A pickup truck pulled up, and all the boys carefully hoisted Silver up into the back of it.
Sue and Claire got in back with him along with two of the boys.
"Hopefully Mom can help him." said the first boy.
"I bet she can, Steve."
As they were going Sue asked Silver some questions.
"Sir, what's your name?"
"Silver. John Silver." he answered in a raspy voice.
She gave him some more water.
"What were you doing laying on the beach like that and in this condition?"
"I was separated from my friends in a storm when I was swept over board me ship. I hit something hard and blacked out. When I opened my eyes I was laying on the beach."
One of the boys sopke up.
"It's a good thing Steve saw you."
"John Silver? Is that what you said your name was?" Claire asked.
He nodded and winced from the pain in his head.
"Yeah."
"As in Captain John Silver, or Sir John Silver, Knight of the Terran Empire?"
"Aye. That's me."
"Wow. Everybody thought you were dead."
"I know." Silver, having heard that several times.
They went over a bump, and Silver winced miserably.
"Sorry!" Steve called back.
They finally reached Steve's house. Claire opened the door as some of the boys helped Silver inside.
"Mom!"
"In the kitchen, dear."
"There's someone here that needs your help."
"I'll be in in a minute."
"Okay."
They helped Silver to the couch, where he sat down.
"Mom was a doctor before she met and married my dad." Steve explained.
"John Silver?! What's he doing here?!"
Sue quickly and briefly exlained.
After she examined him, Steve's mother stood up.
"Well, Captain Silver, you just took a nasty hit to the head, so you'll be fine."
Silver smiled at her.
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Tell me the name of your ship, and I might be able to get word to your crew that you're here."
"The Faithful."
"Okay. You just need to get some rest. I suggest a nap."
After she left Silver and the teenagers exchanged looks.
"Wow. I was about ready to say 'yes, Mother' to her."
They all laughed heartily.
A few hours later Silver was fine, except for a bit of pain in his head. There was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it!" Steve called.
He opened the door.
"Uh,... Silver,... I think it's for you."
The moment Silver rounded the corner a smile spread across his face.
"John!" Marina cried happily as she ran into his arms.
"Ah, Lassie."
"I'm so glad you're okay."
"Other than a headache, yeah." Silver said with a grin.
He thanked Steve and his mother and left with his friends.