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Character name: Long John Silver
Series: Disney's Treasure Planet
Age: Appears to be in his forties.
Job: Resident Mutineer, Scallywag, and All-Around Backstabber
Canon: In addition to being pitifully underrated and Disney's biggest monetary loss to date (ouch), Treasure Planet is a scifi retelling of Robert Louis Stevenson's famous Treasure Island. And by scifi I mean it has the whole shebang -- laser cannons, space, aliens, and, most importantly, furries. The movie follows the adventure of Jim Hawkins, who, after being given a strange orb (actually a map) by a strange, dying man (actually a pirate), ends up on the (space)ship headed to the legendary Treasure Planet, where the infamous Captain Flint supposedly hid "the loot of a thousand worlds." Unbeknownst to Jim, the crew of the ship, excluding the captain, himself, and the doctor, is made up entirely of pirates -- all of whom intend to stage a mutiny and take the treasure for themselves.
John Silver is the resident bear-humanoid-alien-cyborg-cook of the R.L.S. Legacy, and seems every bit the charismatic, jovial spacer -- the canon equivalent of a sailor -- he claims to be. In his own words, he's, "nothing if [he] ain't a kidder." While he's not afraid to be harsh with Jim or any of the other crew mates, Silver flirts shamelessly with the captain, Amelia, kisses up to the first mate, loves to joke around, and has a soft spot a mile wide for his pet -- a floating, pink blob named Morph. However, Silver himself is also a pirate, the leader of the mutiny, and much more manipulative and temperamental than he lets on. While Silver honestly cares about Jim, and even fills the role of surrogate father during their time on the ship, he's spent his entire life -- and lost an arm, eye, and leg -- searching for Flint's treasure, and will do almost anything to get his hands on it.
Sample Entry:
Now, a title like that cuts me to the quick! For anyone other'n yourself, Director, m'lass, those would be words strong enough to set a date, time, and grave! These old bones are long past their time for gettin' into all that nonsense, I can promise you that. I be but a humble cook with naught but this arm and a pipe to my name. Never seen or done nothin' I wouldn't've been willin' to have me own mother herself there to witness. Ahh, well, we spacers have a sensitive way about us, believe it or not, can't take it too personal. I can tell you've got a fine sense of humor 'bout you. And smart as paint! That's somethin' you don't see everyday. Not many c'n keep their wits about them, runnin' a place like this! Now, pardon me for sayin' so, but ol' Silver speaks from his heart, he does. All work and no profit, stuck in such a place, reminders o' heartbreak all around -- that's no situation for a sharp lass such as yourself. Sharp as a clipper, y'are, and I'd be daft to question the word of a captain, but t'ain't right! So if there's anythin' you need seein' to, anythin' t'all, you just let me take care of it.
An' speak o' the devil! Those ghouls are raisin' a great right ruckus. I don't envy your job, I don't, not with souls the likes of these free to roam as they please, an' you tryin' to find a spare moment to reel 'em in. Ahh, now, lass, you keep your seat. I'll take see this through. These gears might be gettin' a bit rusty, but that door's no closer than the top deck of a ship, an' this bein' without winds an' waves. I'll more'n manage, don't you worry 'bout me. You jus' see if you can't find this hunk o' hardware a milder sort of occupation. Ha, just a momentary aberration, back in a jiff, now... Ahem!
And what do the lot of you think you're doing? Moanin' and groanin', carryin' on as if the devil hisself were standin' before ye! I don't want none of your excuses! After all the trouble I went through gettin' here, you think I'm going to put our deal before meself? I'll work for my interests and my interests alone if you so much as think about bellyachin'! I got the lass on my good side, y'hear, and I won't have you bunch of lollygagging, rot-mouth landlubbers makin' a mess o' things. Once we get to talkin' frank and honest, I'll see if I can't do somethin' 'bout your situation. Until then, you do what you've always done, an' you mind your step. I'll let you know when you're needed. Do we have an understandin'?
-- Ahh, Director, m'lass, where were we? You'll have t' excuse this old cyborg, never had much patience for them with a mind to disrespect their employer, as it were. But I'll try to keep meself from strayin' into things I shouldn't, for your sake an' mine. As for that "Mutineer and Scallywag" nonsense, that I'll have nothin' to do with it, now or ne'er. You can lay to that! But I'm far from useless, I am. O'er twenty years spent in one galley or another makes a quick study, it does. Take me on as a cook, lass, you won't be disappointed! My bonzabeast stew will knock the socks clean off any man's feet! ...Haaa, I knew you'd come 'round. Bonnie lass, y'are, wit shinin' in your eyes like a solar flare! Now, 'course, there is one last matter t' be discussin'. That is, the ingredients 'round these parts t'ain't quite what I'm used to. Back where I comes from, there ain't no such thing as parts best left unserved, if you understand my meanin'. Hide, head, an' whole, that's my motto, and a true lesson for the ages, f'you ask me! There's that bit about men what should be dead not quite stayin' as such, so it comes to my mind that those gentlemen what came by before -- that bein' a near insult to the class o gentlemen, mind you -- well, per'aps you'd be so kind as t' let me borrow a few parts here an' there? Won't hardly trouble 'em, you know as well as I.
After all, what's an arm or leg lost here an' there in the grand scheme o' things, eh?
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