“Flint.” The bronze robot said to the carpet. “She’s the captain’s daughter.”
Amelia leaned forward in her seat. “The captain Flint?”
“Uh, well, there were many Flints in history, we may not be talking about the same one…”
“The bloodthirsty, vindictive marauder who built and lorded over Treasure Planet?”
“Yeah, we’re talking about the same one.”
“BEN,” Jim pressed, “Who is she?”
“I said it already – she’s her daddy’s little girl.” The crew stared him down. “It’s a long story.”
“We’ve got nothing but time.”
“Okay…” BEN leaned back, accessing memory files from long before. He drummed him fingers on the bench he sat on. It helped when he had a rhythm to think to.
“I already told you fellas, that I used to work for captain Flint, right? Well, he was an evil, sick guy. He liked to spit in my face if there was fly in his rum. He keelhauled. A lot. And he whipped.” The robot massaged his rusted, brown bottom. “A lot of that, too. We never thought anyone could like a fella like him.
But one day, he surprised us all. We had a prisoner in the brig, right? One day, she gave birth to a kid! We were so shocked – one of the hands went into cardiac arrest!”
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Rough sketch of BEN telling the others his story in chapter 7 of 'the Curse of Flint' fic.
Pose referenced right from a pose in the movie so no real credit on my part *sheepish*