No Time
By: Lisa and Mickys411     Rated PG

There was a knock on the door just as the Monkees were finishing breakfast.
"I'll get it." Davy said, rising to his feet and wiping his mouth with a napkin, "It's probably that surprise my grandfather said he was sending me."
"I hope it's something nice for you." Peter said.
Davy smiled at his friend and went to answer the door. Outside the door was a deliveryman with a small cart next to him.
"Does David Jones live here?" The man asked.
"That's me." Davy said with a smile.
"Sign here, please." The man said, holding out a clipboard with a pen and paper attached to it.
Davy took the clipboard, signed his name and handed it back to the man.
"So what did I get?" Davy asked.
The deliveryman indicated the cart next to him. On it was a small steamer trunk, looking a bit old and worn.
"This is for you." He said, "Where do you want it?"
"Just put it in the middle of the room." Davy replied, not sure what to make of his surprise.
The man nodded and did what Davy told him. He pushed the trunk into the pad, gently lifted the trunk off the cart and onto the floor.
"Well, enjoy your trunk." The man said, then pushed the cart out of the pad and closed the door behind him. The other three Monkees joined Davy around the trunk.
"That's your surprise?" Micky asked after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah, I suppose so." Davy replied, trying not to sound disappointed.
"Hey, maybe there's something inside the trunk." Mike suggested, "Open it up."
Davy nodded and worked the wrappings the shipping company had placed around trunk. It was then that he saw the envelope wrapped up with the wrappings. He pulled it free.
"Maybe this will explain what's going on." Davy told his friends. He then opened up the envelope and read the contents.
"Dear Davy,
I hope you enjoy this trunk. It might come in handy for you. It once belonged
to your great great uncle Rufus Jones. He was supposed to use this trunk when he set sail for America...on the Titanic. However, as usual, he got into some trouble with the authorities and never made it aboard."
The Monkees looked at each other in surprise before Davy continued reading.
"Uncle Rufus always was messing with things he shouldn't have, but I digress.
Inside you will find some of your clothes you left behind and a small gift from me.
Love,
Your Grandfather"
"Wow, your great-great uncle almost was on the Titanic!" Micky exclaimed.
"Lucky for him he didn't go aboard." Mike added.
"Yeah, about 2/3 of the people aboard died when it hit an iceberg and sank on its maiden voyage." Davy replied. "Let's see what my grandfather gave me anyway." He bent down and had to work a bit before the latches finally popped open.
Opening the lid, the guys could see clothing and another envelope. This one had money inside.
"Least this wasn't a total bust." Peter remarked, then saw something attached to the inside roof of the lid. "Hey, what's that?"
Davy reached over and pulled some pieces of paper stuck from age to the roof of the lid. His eyes popped open in shock.
"It looks like tickets!" Davy exclaimed. "Tickets to the Titanic! There's four of them here!"
"Those might be worth something." Mike said.
"Wow, let me think." Davy said, "Where can we sell these?" He began to walk away when his hip bumped the lid, crashing it closed.
There was a great deal of dust and fog all of a sudden and when it cleared, the guys looked around in shock.
"Where are we?" Peter asked.
The four of them were standing in a hallway with wooden doors on either side. Primitive-looking light fixtures hung from the ceiling. They looked at each other and realized that they were dressed in different clothes than before.
"Dig these old-fashioned clothes." Micky said.
Suddenly, there were footsteps and a man dressed in a blue steward's uniform marched up to them.
"What's going on here?" He demanded in a British accent, "You can't be blocking the hallway, now. Move along."
"Wait, we don't know what we're doing here." Mike told the man.
"You're blocking the hallway, when you should've been settled in your cabin." The man replied gruffly, "Let me see your tickets."
Davy held out the tickets he had in his hand to the steward. The man glanced at them and then at the door behind the Monkees.
"Your cabin is right behind you." He said, "Now get along; I've got other things to attend to."
"Our cabin?" Davy asked.
"Yes, your cabin." The steward replied, losing his patience with them. "That's where you'll be sleeping while you're on board this ship."
The Monkees looked at each other in terror. They had a pretty good idea what ship they were on.
"You...you mean the Titanic?" Micky squeaked.
"Are you balmy?" The steward asked, "Of course the Titanic, the pride of the White Star Line! Even God himself couldn't sink it! Now go on, get in your cabin, I won't tell you again."
The Monkees quickly went inside their cabin, pulling their trunk with them. The cabin was very small, with bunk beds on either wall, with a table and washbasin against the wall between them. However, their cramped accommodations were the last things on their minds at the moment.
"Fellas..." Peter said shaking, "We're in big trouble."
"I still can't believe we're on the titanic," said Davy.
"What I want to know is how we got on here in the first place," said Mike.
"All I did was close the top of the trunk."
"Maybe if we open the trunk and close it again, we can get out of here," said Peter.
"That actually may be crazy enough to work," said Micky.
The Monkees circled themselves around the trunk and began re-opening and closing it several times, hoping it will bring them home to the pad.
But with each try, their chances grew slimmer and slimmer.
"I hate to say this fellas, but it looks like we're stuck here," said Mike.
"We gotta find a way to get back to our time," said Davy.
"What do we do in the meantime?" asked Peter.
"We'll just have to make the best and worst of this situation," said Micky.
The guys agreed to the suggestion.

"Wait, I have another idea!" Peter exclaimed.
"What is it?" Mike asked.
"Maybe we haven't left port yet, maybe we can get ashore." Peter said.
The other Monkees agreed and left their cabin. It took a while to find it, but the guys eventually found a small balcony on the port side of the ship. They quickly looked around them on all sides, but all they could see was water for miles around them. Obviously, the Titanic had been on its way for some time now. Davy slumped against the rail.
"We're trapped on a ship that's going to sink. I'm so sorry about this, fellas." He said quietly.
"It's not your fault, Davy." Micky said, "You couldn't have known what your Uncle's trunk would do."
"Must be some sort of spell on it or something." Mike remarked.
"My Grandfather's letter did say that Uncle Rufus liked to mess with things he shouldn't have." Davy said.
"Maybe your Uncle stole it from a gypsy or a magician." Micky suggested.
"Well, we can debate this all day." Mike said, "But we should get inside again, it's kinda cold out here."
The others agreed and were about to go back inside, when they heard weeping coming from the deck above them.
"What's that?" Peter asked, looking up.
"Someone's crying." Davy said, trying to look up over the rail, but it was too high for him. "Hold me while I climb up a bit."
The other three Monkees held on to Davy as he climbed the rail to see what was going on.
"I just can't take this anymore, I just can't!" A female voice was crying.
"Hello miss, can you hear me?" Davy called up, but the crying continued.
Suddenly, Davy saw a form climb over the rail on the deck above. He assumed it was the woman who was crying.
"No miss, don't do that!" Davy called up, but the woman above didn't hear him and continued over the rail.
"What going on, Davy?" Mike, who was holding Davy's legs, asked.
"Someone's going to jump off the rail above us!" Davy exclaimed.
The woman was now hanging on the other side of the rail, and she was facing the ocean. Davy could clearly hear her sobbing.
"Miss, please!" Davy shouted, "Don't do this, climb back over the rail!"
The woman finally heard Davy's voice. "What? Who's there?" She called out.
"I'm down here, miss." Davy called back. "Please don't jump, climb back over the rail!"
"No, I just can't go on like this anymore!" The woman called back.
Another voice drifted over to them, a male voice this time. "Rose, where are you?"
"Rose...is that your name?" Davy asked.
"Yes." She sniffed.
"It's a very pretty name you have, Rose." Davy said, "I'm sure you're a pretty lady too, and I don't want to see you jump off there and die."
"You don't understand what's going on in my life." Rose replied, still crying.
"Rose, can you hear me?" The male voice cried out again.
"You're right, I don't." Davy admitted, "But killing yourself won't help anything, you've got to work your problems out."
Rose didn't reply right away, then simply said, "I...suppose...I can try."
"Yes, you can. Please, climb over the rail again." Davy said, and watched as Rose began to climb up.
"There you are Rose!" The male voice said, "What are you doing?"
The voice startled Rose and she lost her footing. She screamed and fell, just barely managing to grab onto the rail with one hand.
"Help me!" Rose screamed.
"I'm coming Rose!" The male voice said.
"She's gonna fall!" Davy yelled to his friends. "Help me catch her!"
While Mike held onto Davy's legs, Micky climbed onto the railing too and Peter held his legs. With a scream, Rose lost her grip on the cold rail, but was caught by Davy and Micky. Mike and Peter held on to Davy and Micky tightly so they wouldn't fall either.
"ROSE!" The male voice above them screamed.
"It's okay, we got her!" Davy yelled up to the deck above.
A young man leaned over and looked down on them.
"Oh my, thank you!" The man exclaimed, "I'll be right down!" He ran away.
"Don't hurry." Rose muttered.
Micky climbed down and helped Rose back onto their deck. Davy then climbed down too. By now, the commotion was attracting attention from the other passengers. The Monkees finally got their first look at Rose. She was in her early twenties and had dark brown hair down to her shoulders. Rose was wearing an expensive-looking gown of brown silk and taffeta with red sequins around it.
"Are you alright Rose?" Davy asked.
"Yes, and thank you for saving my life." Rose said, "What are your names?"
Davy and the other Monkees quickly told Rose their names. She thanked them again.
"Why were trying to kill yourself up there?" Mike asked.
Before Rose could answer him, a steward, in fact the same steward that confronted the Monkees earlier ran over to them.
"Miss Dawson, are you alright, ma'am?" He asked, ignoring the Monkees.
"I'm fine, thanks to these gentlemen." Rose replied.
The steward looked at the Monkees skeptically, but said nothing. Just then, a well-dressed man ran over to them as well.
"Rose, my darling, are you alright?" He asked, embracing her in his arms.
"Yes Jack, I'm fine." Rose said abruptly, "I was just trying to get a better look at the ocean, when I slipped and fell."
The Monkees knew this wasn't the truth, but said nothing. Jack looked at them.
"Thank you all so much for saving her." He said, "I'll give each of you twenty dollars apiece."
"I've a better idea." Rose put in, "Let's have them at our table for dinner tonight."
Jack looked rather put out by that suggestion. "Dinner...at our table? My dear, what would your Mother..."
"Oh, I'm tired of what my Mother wants." Rose interrupted, and then turned to the Monkees.
"Please, be our guests at dinner tonight." She smiled, "It will be in the Garden Room, say seven o'clock?"
"Sure, if it's not too much trouble." Mike said, "But we don't have anything nice to wear."
"I'll tell the steward to loan you four dinner jackets." Rose replied, looking at Jack, "That way, you'll look presentable to my Mother."
"I'm sure they will." Jack affirmed, "And make sure you wear that Ruby necklace I got you as an engagement gift." He pasted on a fake smile for the Monkees. "See you tonight, gentlemen."
"We'll see you tonight, Jack and Rose." Peter said.
With that, the two walked away and back up to the first-class cabins.

The Monkees then got back to their cabin as well to be ready for that evening. Around a quarter to seven, the steward arrived with the spare jackets for them.  They thanked the steward, and finished getting ready.
While Mike and Micky were thinking over how to explain themselves at dinner, it was Peter who noticed something was bothering Davy.
"What's wrong?" Peter asked.
"It's just the way Rose acted around Jack," Davy answered.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the fact that she said how she slipped when she was really about to jump off the ship, and if you noticed she acted quiet around him."
"I'm sure she was just upset from what happened to her."
"Come on you two," said Mike.
"Yeah, we have to meet Jack and Rose," said Micky.
And the Monkees then left for the Garden Room.

The Monkees climbed up a set of stairs that led to the first class section, but were blocked by another steward who kept watch at the door.
"What do you lot want up here?" He demanded.
"We've been invited to dinner by Miss Rose Dawson in the Garden Room, sir." Davy replied.
"Ha! I'll bet she did!" The steward laughed, "You're just trying to get above yourselves and mingle with your betters!"
"It's okay, Charlie." The steward who the Monkees had first met said from a landing below them. "I got the go ahead from Mr. Herrington."
"Oh, alright then Harvey." Charlie said, looking a little abashed, "Go ahead then, but get back down here afterwards. The other folk may not like you lot up there with them."
"We won't be long, sir." Mike said as he and the other Monkees filed past.
"Why are all the stewards such un-nice men?" Peter whispered after they got into the first-class section.
"Class distinction was everything back then, Peter." Davy replied, "My grandfather told me stories of how is was often looked down on because his family didn't have much money."
The guys found themselves in a much better area, with painted glass windows and mahogany doors. They asked for directions to the Garden Room and were quickly shown to the place. It was a very nice restaurant, with white linen and crystal glasses on the tables.
"Talk about your class distinctions." Micky said.
"Hello, gentlemen." A voice called out.
The Monkees turned to see Jack walking over to them. He was wearing a black dinner jacket and pants, white shirt and a black bow tie.
"Hello, Jack." Micky replied.
"You four wear those jackets well." Jack smiled, "Let's go to our table. Rose and her mother should be here shortly."
The maitre d showed the five to their table and they sat down.
"What would you like to drink before dinner, sirs?" The maitre d asked.
"Bring us a bottle of Chateau de Roquefort '06 if you please." Jack said.
"We don't drink sir, so could you just bring us soda?" Mike asked.
"Soda water?" The maitre d asked.
"No, soda pop, like Pepsi." Peter answered.
The maitre d looked at Jack, who chuckled. "It's one of those sweet American drinks that you get from a soda fountain at a pharmacy or as you would say a chemist." He said.
"Oh, I see." The maitre d replied stiffly, "I'm afraid we don't serve THAT here."
"Just bring them the soda water, please." Jack said before the Monkees could say anything. "And a glass of the Roquefort as well."
The maitre’d bowed slightly and walked away, nose up in the air.
"He never heard of Pepsi?" Peter asked incredulously.
"This is a high class place." Jack said in a slightly patronizing tone of voice, "They don't serve children's drinks. So tell me, how is it that you came to be aboard this wonderful boat?"
Just then, Rose and her mother entered the restaurant. Jack and the Monkees stood up from their chairs, and Jack took Rose's hand when she came over to him.
"Rose, you look beautiful." Jack said, kissing her hand, "Mrs. Dawson, you look lovely as well."
Rose was wearing a red silk gown and a large ruby and diamond necklace and her mother wore a dark blue gown.
"Thank you, Jack." Mrs. Dawson replied, and then cast a look at the Monkees.
"And you are the men who saved my daughter's life this afternoon?" She asked.
"Yes ma'am, we are." Davy replied, and then introduced him and his band mates to her.
"Very well, and thank you very much for saving her." Mrs. Dawson said.
"You're welcome." Peter replied simply.
Jack sat Rose and her mother down at the table and then he and the Monkees followed suit. The maitre d brought over the waters and wine and got drink orders from the two ladies. When everyone was settles, Mrs. Dawson once again looked at the Monkees.
"Well, gentlemen." She said, "What brings you aboard the Titanic?"
"Um, we're musicians and we just got done with a tour of the British Isles." Mike replied.
"Yeah, and now we're on our way home to California." Micky added.
"You are from Britain, are you not?" Mrs. Dawson said to Davy.
"Yes ma'am, I'm from Manchester."
"What kind of instruments do you play?" Rose asked the group.
"Guitars." Peter replied this time. "And Micky plays the drums."
"How interesting." Rose smiled, as the waiter now brought over the menus.

"The chef's specials tonight are pheasant and glazed carrots, or prime rib with truffles," said the waiter.
"I'd like a cheeseburger please," said Peter.
The waiter gave him an odd look.
"A what?" he and Jack asked at the same time.
"A cheeseburger, you take a burger, a piece of cheese, some lettuce, tomato, and ketchup and stick them in between two buns."
"That sounds tasty," said Rose.
"You can't be serious about ordering that," said Jack.
"Actually I'm in the mood for a chili dog," said Micky.
"I think I'll have a tuna fish sandwich with cheese," said Davy.
"I may have that too." said Rose.
"Rose, you're joking right?" said Jack.
"Yes dear, I'll have the pheasant and carrots"
"Yeah fellas, they don't have that kind of food on this ship," said Mike.
The guys then looked over their menus and then made up their minds.
Mike and Davy picked the prime rib with truffles as did Jack, while Micky and Peter choose the pheasant with carrots as well as Mrs. Dawson.
The waiter then went to put in everyone's orders

"You four have very odd tastes." Jack observed.
"Yes they do." Rose smiled. "What's it like being musicians?" Rose asked the Monkees. "It's sounds interesting."
"It can be hard." Peter admitted, "Traveling around, not getting much pay, hoping the club's manager pays you."
"Yeah, luckily we had enough money to travel on this ship." Mike said, "Everything is so fancy up here, even the silverware."
"I'll bet you meet a lot of interesting people." Rose stated as the waiter brought over her drink.
"Yes we do." Davy said, smiling at Rose.
"My Mother and I only travel to our summer home in Upstate New York once a year." Rose said, "This is the first time I've been abroad."
"And we had a lovely time visiting all those grand cathedrals in Europe, didn't we, Rose?" Her Mother asked as she took a sip of her drink.
Rose simply nodded her head as Jack put in, "It was in the Cathedral de Notre Dame that I asked Rose to be my wife."
"Oh we're going to have a grand wedding." Mrs. Dawson put in.
"Perhaps you four could play at our wedding?" Rose asked the Monkees.
"Dear, we'll have the finest string quartet in New York play for you two." Mrs. Dawson put in quickly, patting her daughter's hand.
"How did you two meet?" Micky asked Rose, but Jack answered instead.
"Oh, our families have known each other for years." He said, lighting up a cigarette. "We met at a party and later I was asked to accompany Rose and her mother on this European trip and I obliged."
"Sounds romantic." Mike muttered under his breath.
The waiter came with their orders. It was quiet for a few moments as everyone began to eat.
"Which fork do I use?" Micky whispered to Davy.
"What difference does it make?" Davy whispered back, "You eat like a slob anyway."
"Start with the outer fork and work your way in." Rose whispered to them, a smile on her face.
"Eat, Rose." Her mother ordered.
Rose complied, while Jack talked constantly about his business ventures and travel. The Monkees pretended to look interested and they could see Rose was bored with it all. The waiter came back over to their table.
"What would you ladies and gentlemen like for desert?" He asked with a raised eyebrow at the Monkees.
"Do you have ice cream?" Mike asked.
"Yes we do, sir." The waiter replied, looking relieved.
"Then I'll have a scoop of double-chocolate fudge, please." Mike replied.
"I'll have one of those too." Micky piped in.
"We only have vanilla, sirs." The waiter said patiently.
"We'll have four of those, please." Peter said.
"And we'll have your red velvet cake." Jake said, ordering for himself, Rose and her mother.
"Very good sir." The waiter said with a bow and walked away.
"No Pepsi, no tuna fish sandwiches." Davy said, shaking his head.
"I had a Pepsi once." Rose said, "It was very good."
"But not good for you, my dear." Jack said, patting her hand.
"When did you have a Pepsi, Rose?" Her Mother wanted to know.
"Last year, when me and my friend Isabella went on a shopping trip." Rose replied.
"Oh her." Mrs. Dawson said, rolling her eyes.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Dawson." Jack said with a smile at his fiancé, "When Rose is my wife; I'll make sure she's around a better class of people."
"I'm sure you will, Jack." Mrs. Dawson approved.
The waiter came back with the desserts sitting on a trolley. He passed them out and went on his way. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence.
When it was time to go, everyone stood up and said their goodbyes.
"It was very nice meeting you, Rose." Davy said, holding out his hand.
"Same here, Davy." Rose replied, taking his hand while secretly slipping a piece of paper into it, "And the rest of you as well."
"Goodbye gentlemen." Jack said, "It was a pleasure. I had never really talked to musicians before."
"Same here, Jack." Micky said, gritting his teeth.
"Goodbye, gentlemen." Mrs. Dawson said stiffly, "Have a nice life."
"You too, ma'am." Davy said.
The group parted ways, and the Monkees made their way back downstairs to the third class level. Once they got back to their little cabin, Davy looked at the paper Rose had slipped into his hand.
"Meet me at the balcony where we first met at midnight." Davy read, "Signed, Rose."
"You better not, Davy." Mike warned, "She's engaged to be married."
"Yeah, and you're a third-class passenger as well." Micky chimed in.
"That's the least of our worries, guys." Peter said, pointing to the inside of the trunk, "Look in here."
Davy, Mike and Micky looked in the trunk and saw the silverware that they had eaten with just a few minutes earlier.
"How did that get there?" Micky demanded.
"I don't know, but if we're caught with it, we're sunk." Mike said.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Open up, it's the steward." Harvey said.

“Hide the silverware.” Davy said frantically.
They hid the silverware under the blankets of their bunks and Davy let the steward inside.
"I'll be needing those dinner jackets back, gentlemen." Harvey said.
"Oh is that all you wanted?" Peter asked, relieved.
"What else would I be wanting?" Harvey asked, suspiciously.
"Oh nothing." Peter said quickly, "Here's your jackets."
The Monkees handed him their jackets and Harvey left the cabin. They sighed with relief.
"We gotta get rid of that silverware before its missed." Micky said.
"But if it's found anywhere on this deck, they'll know we took it since we're the only 3rd class passengers that were in that restaurant." Davy said.
"But we didn't take it." Peter said, "It just showed up in that trunk."
"They won't believe that." Davy said, "I know, give it to me, I'll throw them over board."
So, Davy hid the silver ware under his clothes and went over to the balcony. Nobody was around, so he quickly threw the stuff over the side and into the ocean. Then, he decided to wait for Rose.
Davy stood around the balcony waiting for Rose to show up.
Just then, he heard footsteps, and was glad to see it was Rose.
"I see you read my note," she said.
"Yes I did," said Davy.
"There's something I have to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I'm not in love with Jack.
"What do you mean; you're engaged to marry him."
"I know, but I'm only doing this for my family."
"I don't understand."
"Jack didn't tell the whole story about us.
The first time I met him when we were young I thought he was a rotten brat and as he grew up, he got worse.
He thinks just because his father is one of the most powerful oil tycoons, he think he can whatever he wants."
"And that mean you?"
"Yes, there were so many times I wanted to tell my parents that I hated being with him, but my father and his father were life-long friends, so I had to keep my mouth shut."
Rose took a deep breath and continued.
"Last year, my father became ill, and just before he passed he said, 'My dear Rose, make me proud.'  I knew he would be proud of me if I married Jack and disappointed if I spoke the truth, so when Jack asked me to marry him I said yes."
"Rose, you should tell Jack and your Mother the truth, said Davy, I know you wanted to keep your father's word, but you shouldn't marry someone you're not in love with."

Rose stared out over the ocean for a long time before answering Davy. "You're right, Davy." She said quietly, "I have to make my own life somehow, though there aren't many options for women, even a rich woman like myself." She started to cry again, "I just feel so helpless! That's why I wanted to jump off the ship this afternoon. Maybe I'll be lucky and the ship will sink I won't have to marry Jack."
"Don't say that, Rose." Davy said quickly. "When this ship sinks, a lot of people will die."
"When?" Rose asked between tears.
"I mean if." Davy corrected himself. "You can make a life for yourself without Jack, but it won't be easy."
"I know. I'm not even allowed to vote." Rose sniffed.
"I thought women got the right to vote..." Davy said, and then stopped himself, remembering the year was only 1912.
"Maybe they do in England." Rose said, "But not yet in America. But when they do, I'll be one of the first to vote."
"That's the spirit." Davy smiled, and then looked back behind him as he heard fast music playing.
"Do you dance?" Davy asked Rose.
"Yes, but not to that kind of music." Rose said.
"Why not?" Davy asked again.
"Well, my Mother said it's not proper for a lady to dance to music like that." Rose said.
"I thought you were tired of what your Mother wanted." Davy remarked.
Rose smiled and Davy took her hand. "Let's go see what that's all about."
The two of them went inside the ship again and went into the common area for the third class passengers. Many people were already there, with some of them playing guitars, flutes, drums and other musical instruments. It was a joyful sound as men, women and children danced and sang.
"Davy!" Someone shouted. Davy looked around and saw his band mates already there sitting off to the side. He took Rose over to them.
"Hello Rose." Mike said. "Nice to see you again."
"Same here." Rose smiled. The band started an Irish jig. Davy took Rose's hand again.
"C'mon, let's dance on." He laughed.
Rose hesitated, but then let Davy lead her over to an open space where the others were dancing. Nobody seemed to notice or care that Rose was dressed much better than they were. They were all happy that they were going to be making a new life for themselves in America.
Davy wasn't too sure how to dance a jig either, but he and Rose followed the others, and soon they were having a great time. Mike, Peter and Micky were also clapping along with the music.
Much too soon, the dancing was over and everyone went back to their cabins to sleep. The Monkees escorted Rose back to the stairwell that led to the upper class rooms.
"That was the most fun I've had in a long time." Rose said.
"I'm glad you did." Davy replied as they turned the corner. Someone was standing there, waiting for them.
"So am I, Rose." Jack said, "Since that will be the last time you'll associate with that riff-raff."
"Jack, what are you doing here?" Rose demanded.
"Your mother noticed you were gone from your room, and sent me to look for you." Jack replied, "I figured you'd be here with them, since you enjoyed their company so much at dinner." He shot a venomous look at the Monkees. "You paid your debt to them, so I don't want you talking to them again."
"I'll talk to whomever I want to Jack." Rose said.
"We'll see about that." Jack said, grabbing her arm, "Let's go, your mother is worried sick about you."
"Yes, I'm sure she is." Rose said dryly, pulling her arm free. She walked over to Davy and gave him a hug, "Tomorrow on the boat deck at 10 a.m." She whispered in his ear. Then louder she said, "Thank you all again for the wonderful evening."
"Same here, Rose." Micky said.
Jack grabbed Rose's arm again, and began to lead her up the stairs. He stopped and looked at the Monkees, particularly at Davy, "You'll leave my fiancée' alone, and this is the only warning you'll get." He turned and led Rose back upstairs to her room.
"Evil man." Peter said when they had gone.
"Let's get some sleep." Mike suggested, "Maybe in the morning we'll be able to figure out how to get off this ship and back to our own time.
Reluctantly, the others agreed and they went back to their cabin.

The next morning, the Monkees woke to see that they were still on the titanic.
"Rats, it didn't work," said Micky.
"What didn't work?" asked Peter.
"I thought if I wake up this whole ordeal would be a dream, and we be back at the pad."
"Same here, said Mike, Looks like where going to have to come up with something else though."
"Can it wait, I have to meet Rose," said Davy.
"Ok, but look out for Jack."
Davy then took off to find Rose. After Davy had gone, the other three Monkees decided to follow him.
"If Jack shows up, Davy may need help." Mike said.
Peter and Micky agreed and the three men quickly filed out of their little cabin.

Davy had gone up the stairs to the first-class section and was surprised to see that the stewards who were usually guarding the area were missing. Either they had been bribed to leave, or were simply taking a tea break, Davy didn't know or care. He wanted to talk to Rose again, and possibly try to warn the Captain that his ship would meet with disaster.
Quickly making his way out to the deck, Davy walked along the long wooden deck looking for Rose. Finally, he spotted her standing by herself near the stern of the ship. She was wearing a white lace dress and held an open parasol in her hand to shield her from the sun. She turned when she heard his footsteps.
"Hello, Davy." Rose smiled.
"Hello, Rose." Davy smiled back, "Did you sleep well?"
"After being scolded by my Mother and Jack, yes I did." Rose replied, frowning.
"I'm sorry." Davy said sincerely, "My mates and I didn't want to get you in trouble."
"Don't apologize." Rose responded, "Last night at that dance was the most fun I'd had in years."
Davy looked up and down the deck. "Is Jack or your Mother around?"
"My Mother is having her mid-morning tea with some ladies and Jack is playing cards in the lounge." Rose said, "So it's just me...but I was told not to talk to you or your friends again."
"Because we're not on the same social level as you?" Davy asked.
Rose nodded, "That and the fact that you four are, as Jack said, 'exposing me to the wrong element'."
A sharp cold wind blew across the deck and both of them shivered.
"We're both exposed to the wrong element." Davy said, "Let's take shelter by these lifeboats."
Davy led Rose over to the davits that held one of several lifeboats slightly off the deck.
"These lifeboat are quite large." Rose remarked.
"Yes, but there's not enough of them to hold everybody." Davy said.
"Why would you need lifeboats to hold everybody?" Rose asked, "It's not like this ship is going to sink."
"But what if it does?" Davy said, taking her hand. "This ship might hit an iceberg or another ship."
"Oh don't be silly, Davy." Rose laughed, "This ship is so big, so modern!"
Just then, Micky, Mike and Peter walked over.
"Hello, you two." Micky said.
"Hello, what are you three doing here?" Davy asked his band mates.
"We figured you might need some help if Jack came along." Peter replied.
"Davy's more worried about the ship not having enough lifeboats." Rose smiled. "Or that it might sink."
She then noticed the somber looks on the guys' faces. "What's the matter? You don't think this ship will sink too, do you?"
"Rose, I...had a dream last night." Davy said quietly, "That this ship did sink and most of the people on board died because there weren't enough lifeboats."
"Davy that was just a dream." Rose replied, "You can't really believe...oh, here comes Captain Smith!"
A man with gray hair and a short beard and wearing a captain's uniform walked over to them.
"Good morning to you all." He said, tipping his hat.
"Good morning, Captain Smith." Rose and the Monkees said, shaking his hand, "What a pleasant surprise to see you here." Rose continued.
"Oh every morning I like to take a stroll along the deck, to see how my ship is doing." Captain Smith replied, "This is my last voyage, you know. I'm retiring to a quiet life in England after this trip."
"I hope you have a long retirement." Rose said.
"Thank you, my dear." Captain Smith smiled, then turned to the Monkees, "How are you boys enjoying the trip?"
"Very well, sir." Mike said, "Are we almost to New York?"
"Just a few more days." The captain replied.
"Please be careful sir, from now on." Davy said.
"Why, young man?" Captain Smith asked, puzzled.
"I had a dream last night, that this ship hit an iceberg and sank." Davy replied.
Captain Smith laughed, "Oh, I have seen a few icebergs already, but I have a good crew who will watch out for any stray icebergs."
"But this happened at night." Davy said.
The captain was about to reply, when a ship's officer ran over to him, a piece of paper in his hand.
"Message from another ship, sir." The man said, saluting.
"Thank you Mr. Lightower." Captain Smith replied, taking the paper from him and reading the contents.
"Hmmm...it says there have been iceberg sighting further south than usual for this time of year." He said, rubbing his chin. He looked at Davy. "Perhaps I will be a little more careful. I'll order the ship to sail slightly further south to avoid any icebergs."
Captain Smith looked at his officer, "Give the order to sail one degree further south, Mr. Lightower."
"Aye, Captain." The officer said. He saluted the captain and briskly walked away.
"There, young man." Captain Smith smiled at Davy, "Does that put your mind at ease?"
"Perhaps you should order the ship even further south." Davy said.
"If I sail too far south, it'll put me behind schedule." Captain Smith replied, "And I want to break the speed record to New York." He tipped his hat, "Good day to you all."
"Good day, Captain." Rose and the Monkees said as the Captain walked away.
"So you got to meet the captain." A sharp voice said behind them. "How nice."
Rose and the Monkees turned to see Jack and Rose's mother standing there, both of them looking none too happy.
"Rose, we spoke about you talking to these boys this morning." Rose's mother said.
"We're not harming anyone." Rose protested.
"I want you to meet some of my new friends." Mrs. Dawson said, taking Rose's arm, "And get ready for the engagement banquet I've arranged for tonight."
"An engagement banquet?" Rose asked.
"It's a celebration of our upcoming marriage." Jack smiled.
"If we get married." Rose shot back.
"I want you to wear that beautiful necklace Jack bought you." Mrs. Dawson replied, ignoring Rose's remark.
"I want these men to come as well." Rose said.
"Rose, you've already paid them back for saving your life." Her mother said.
"It's my life, Mother." Rose replied, "If I want to keep paying them back, I'll do so."
"Oh let them come, Mrs. Dawson." Jack smiled, drawing surprised looks from everyone, "The culture would do them good."
Rose's mother let out a long sigh. "Oh very well, if it's to keep you happy, Rose."
"Yes, and you do want me to be happy, don't you Mother?" Rose asked.
"Yes, I do." Mrs. Dawson replied, then looked at the Monkees. "We'll see you again tonight at the garden room. Eight O'clock."
"We'll be there, Mrs. Dawson." Micky replied.
Rose and her mother walked away, leaving the Monkees and Jack to stare at each other. The Monkees were suspicious of Jack's sudden turn-around.
"I'll see you four tonight." Jack smiled, "Do be on your best behavior."
"We will, Jack." Mike said and then the Monkees walked away.
"Not that your best behavior will help you." Jack said after the Monkees had gone.

The Monkees settled back down in their cabin, the trunk sitting in the middle of the floor. Davy opened it and slammed it shut once again, but the guys stayed where they were.
"This has to be some sort of nightmare." Davy said, hanging his head, "We're trapped on a ship that's going to sink, and there's nothing we can do about it."
"You told the captain about the iceberg, Davy." Peter replied, patting Davy on the shoulder, "He's gonna move the ship further south."
"Yes, that's what the captain did, Peter." Davy replied, "But according to the history books, not far enough south. The ship still hit an iceberg and sank." He let out a sigh, "We have to find a way to warn him again."
In the heavy silence, Mike spoke up.
"Do you think we should mess with history, Davy?" He asked slowly.
"What do you mean, Mike?" Davy replied.
"I mean, if we somehow save this ship, we'll be changing people's lives." Mike replied, "What if a person that originally dies on this ship tonight lives and changes history?"
"Oh yeah, like that Star Trek episode where Dr. McCoy saved Edith Keeler and she ends up delaying U.S. entry into World War Two and the Nazis win." Micky, a big Star Trek fan, said.
"But why else would that trunk bring us here?" Davy demanded, "Maybe we're supposed to change things."
"Or maybe it's an evil trunk that wants to kill us." Peter said, moving back from the trunk.
Nobody had an answer to that. It was a long time before Davy spoke again.
"I don't want Rose to die."

"We don't want Rose to die either, Davy." Mike said, "But I do know that we aren't supposed to be here and we have to worry about saving ourselves too."
Davy and the other two Monkees just nodded. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Micky said.
The door opened, and Harvey the steward came in with four dinner jackets.
"Here you boys go." He said, handing them the jackets. "Remember to give them back to me after the dinner next time."
"We will, sir." Peter said.
Harvey left, and the Monkees decided to go have lunch and plan on what to do if they had to abandon ship. While eating, they agreed to try to be on deck when the ship hit the iceberg, so they would be able to get to the lifeboats.
"What about the chest?" Micky asked.
"I wish I could throw it overboard." Davy remarked.
"It's our only way of getting out of here, Davy." Mike said, "So we'll have to try and take it with us."

Just before eight, the guys went back upstairs to the Garden Room. There were more people there this time, all dressed up their finest clothes. The Maitre'd escorted them to the far end of a long table. Rose's Mother was there, chatting happily with the other women. Davy nudged Mike in the ribs when he saw Captain Smith in the room as well.
"Maybe I can talk to him again." Davy whispered.
Just then, Rose and Jack walked in, arm in arm. Rose was wearing a peach-colored dress and the ruby necklace.
"Ah, there's the happy couple!" Mrs. Dawson exclaimed.
Everyone broke out in applause, and Rose and Jack waved, all smiles. Rose's Mother came over and gave both of them a kiss and the two then walked among the guests, greeting everyone. Davy was about to walk over to Capt. Smith, when Rose and Jack walked over to the Monkees.
"Hello, gentlemen." Rose said, "Nice to see you again."
"Same here, Rose." Davy replied, kissing Rose's hand.
"I hope you enjoy your dinners." Jack said, a slight smile on his face.
"I hope we do too, Jack." Mike replied.
Rose and Jack moved on, and Davy looked over to where he had seen Capt. Smith. Unfortunately, the Captain was going out the door. Davy went to the door too, only to be stopped at the threshold by Mrs. Dawson.
"Are you running out on my daughter's engagement party, young man?" She demanded. "I personally don't care, but Rose would be disappointed."
"I wanted to talk to the Captain, Mrs. Dawson." Davy said, looking around the doorframe, but the Captain was gone.
"I'm sure you would have a lot to say to him, but he's a busy man." Mrs. Dawson said dryly, "He just stopped in to pay his respects, that's all."
Defeated, Davy nodded his head and went back over to his band mates.
"Well, there went my last chance." He said.
"We'll just have to wait and see what happens now, Davy." Peter said, as he and the others sat down for dinner.

When everyone had been seated, the waiters came out and poured a little bit of champagne in everyone's glass. Rose's Mother stood up and raised her glass. The other guests followed suit.
"A toast to Rose and Jack, a long and happy marriage to them!" She exclaimed.
"A long and happy marriage to them!" The guests replied.
Everyone then clinked their glasses with the person next to them. The Monkees did the same with each other...and promptly shattered each other’s glasses, spilling champagne onto the table. The other guests looked at them with disproval.
"Sorry." Peter said sheepishly, "Could never do that right."
"You'll have to forgive him and his friends." Jack said to the other guests, "He and his friends are visiting from steerage tonight."
Jack smiled smugly while Rose glared at him. Everyone sat down while the waiters brought out the first course, which was soup.
While the Monkees were being served, the waiter tripped and spilled soup on Davy's coat and on the shawl of the lady sitting next to him.
"I do apologize, sir and madam." The waiter said, trying to wipe up the soup, "But I believe your friend tripped me." He said to Davy.
"I did not!" Micky exclaimed, getting indignant.
The lady next to Davy narrowed her eyes at Micky, but said nothing. At the head of the table, Jack was laughing to himself.
Similar mishaps happened throughout the meal, though mostly they were shrugged off by the guests. Jack turned to Rose while they were eating dessert.
"Do you still want to be friends with people who can't behave at dinner?" He asked.
"I think the question is whether I still want to marry a man who likes to humiliate people." Rose replied.
Jack's face grew dark and was about to respond when Rose's mother stood up once again.
"I wish to thank you all very much for coming tonight." She said, "It was marvelous meeting you all and I hope to see you at Rose's wedding."
The guests began to filter out of the room, the ladies going one way and the gentlemen going another.
"Fancy a smoke, Jack?" A man asked him.
"Sure, I'll join you in the gentlemen's lounge in a minute." Jack replied, then turned to Rose. "We'll talk about this later." He said, then got up and left the room.
Rose wanted to go over and apologize to Davy and the other Monkees, but was stopped by the other women, who offered their congratulations. When Rose finally did get free, the Monkees had gone. Rose ran down the deck and finally spotted them just before they went down to their deck.
"Davy!" She called out. The Monkees heard her voice and ran back over to her.
"I'm so sorry about tonight." Rose said, "I'm sure Jack must've bribed the waiters to do that."
"It's okay, luv." Davy replied, "We've been treated worse."
"Let me make it up to you. Why don't you four come back with me to my quarters and I can maybe get some of those stains off your clothes?"
"Alright." Davy agreed, then looked at his watch, "Then lets go up on deck and look at the stars."
"Yes, there's no moon tonight." Rose agreed, "Well, before my mother spots me, let's go."
Rose led the Monkees back to her cabin, unaware that Jack was listening in from inside the gentlemen's lounge door. He stepped out onto the deck and watched Rose and the Monkees walk away.
"Still want to associate with that riff-raff, Rose?" He said to himself, "Well, I know just the way to show what low-life’s they are." He took another drag on his cigar, threw it into the ocean, and walked back to the first-class cabins.

When Rose and the Monkees arrived at her cabin, they went inside to the front parlor. Rose told her maid to bring soap, water and some cloths.
"Wow, this place is much better than our little cabin." Peter remarked.
"Take off the jackets." Rose asked the guys, "Let's see what I can do."
The Monkees did what Rose asked, and the maid came back with the requested articles. Rose then took off her ruby necklace and told the maid to put it back in her jewelry box.
"I don't want anything to happen to that necklace." Rose said, kicking off her shoes, "Jack would be upset." She then went about trying to wipe the food stains off the jackets.
Meanwhile, Jack had gone back to his own cabin, which connected to Rose's cabin. He patiently waited until the coast was clear and crept into Rose's bedroom and took the ruby necklace from the jewelry box. He then left the room to put the rest of his plan into action.

Rose wiped the food stains off Davy's jacket with the soap and water. She then helped clean up the others' jackets as well. Finally, she stepped back and pronounced everything clean.
"Thank you Rose." Davy said, "The coat looks as good as new." He got into his jackets and the other Monkees did the same.
"Thank you also, Rose." Mike said, "But I think we better get going. If Jack finds us here, it won't look good for any of us."
"I know." Rose said, frowning, "I always have to be watched, can't be trusted to do anything."
"I have an idea." Davy said, "Let's go out for a walk on the deck."
"That sounds nice." Rose replied, "I'll get my fur coat."
The other three Monkees wondered what Davy had in mind, but he simply smiled at them while Rose went for her coat.
Rose came back into the room and the five of them went outside. They didn't know Jack was waiting patiently for them, and now followed the group from behind.
Outside, the air was brisk and chilly, even though it was mid-April. The night was dark, no moon to be seen, just the stars. The only lights came from the ship herself. The Monkees and Rose went to the bow of the ship.
"Look out there." Rose said, "Only darkness around and in front of us. Sort of like my life right now."
"You don't have to marry Jack if you don't love him." Davy said, "You'd just be miserable."
"Have you talked to your mother about this?" Micky asked.
"I told her I'm not sure about all this." Rose replied, "But she said Jack is a fine man and he'll keep me in luxury."
"Yeah, gold chains." Peter said.
Davy had already turned to the rail and was watching the water intently.
"What are you looking for, Davy?" Rose asked, "There's nothing to see out there."
"There's an iceberg out there, Rose." Davy replied without turning around, "And this ship is going to hit it soon, I know it."
"Davy, you're talking nonsense again." Rose replied, "Even if we did hit an iceberg, the ship would survive."
"No it will not." Davy said seriously.
"How do you know that?" Rose demanded, getting angry.
Davy looked at his friends, who nodded at him.
"Tell her, Davy." Mike said, "You might as well tell her it all."
Davy looked back at Rose, "My mates and I...are from the future. My grandfather sent me a trunk belonging to a great uncle who was supposed to be on this ship, but didn't make it on. It sent us here, I don't know why. Maybe we're supposed to stop the ship from sinking, or perhaps it's just cursed, I don't know that, either."
Rose looked at the Monkees in disbelief, "I don't believe you, you're crazy! You're from the future?"
"We're from the year 1967, Rose." Mike said.
"No, you people are crazy, get away from me!" Rose shouted.
Suddenly, the Monkees found strong hands grab them from behind. They looked to see Jack, Rose's mother and several ship's stewards standing there.
"You heard the lady, get away from her!" Jack demanded, holding Davy's arms.
"Rose, what's going on?" Her mother demanded.
"We we just talking mother, and then they started telling me fancy stories." Rose replied.
"I'll bet they were." Jack said, then pushed Davy to the deck.
When Davy hit the deck, Rose's ruby necklace fell out of his jacket pocket!
"Well, what do we have here?" Jack said, picking the necklace up off the deck, "What are you doing with my fiancé’s necklace?" He asked Davy.
"I don't know!" Davy cried, "I didn't take it!"
"Yeah, we were all together in Rose's cabin and he didn't steal it!" Peter added.
"Peter..." Micky hissed.
"In my daughter's cabin?" Rose's mother shouted, "Rose, have you lost your mind, letting strange men into your cabin?"
"I just wanted to clean their jackets off, mother!" Rose insisted.
"And they repay your kindness by stealing from you, how typical of their kind." Jack smirked, even though he was the one who had slipped Rose's necklace into Davy's pocket when he had grabbed Davy.
"Rose, tell them I couldn't have taken your necklace!" Davy begged her.
But Rose just stood there, shaking her head back and forth, unable to believe what was happening.
"Take them and their belongings to the brig." Harvey ordered the other stewards.
"No wait!" Davy begged, as the steward dragged the Monkees away, "This ship is going to hit an iceberg any minute and it will sink! You've got to believe us!"
"Get these lunatics out of here." Jack said, and the Monkees were taken away.
"Rose come inside this instant." Her mother commanded, "You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"But mother..." Rose pleaded.
"Listen to your mother, dear." Jack said, taking her by the arm, "It's quite cold out here."
Just as Rose, her Mother and Jack went inside, a call came down from the crow's nest far above the deck:
"ICEBERG, RIGHT AHEAD!"

The Monkees were taken far below deck, down to the brig. It wasn't a very big place, just a few cells in a narrow hallway with an open area in the front. In the front area, sitting on a table, was Davy's trunk.
"What's that doing here?" Davy asked.
"We wanted to keep all your things together." Harvey replied, then opened the trunk's lid, "And it's a good thing we did!"
He then pulled out silverware, jewelry and silk scarves from the trunk.
"You lads are a bunch of Oliver Twists, aren't you?" Harvey smirked.
"No, but Davy played the Artful Dodger on Broadway." Peter replied.
"We didn't take those things!" Micky exclaimed.
"Yes, they just happened to be in there." Another steward said, "Put them in a cell, we'll let the New York authorities handle 'em."
Just then, there was a deep rumbling sound, like the ship was rolling over marbles.
"What was that?" A steward asked, eyes wide.
"Sounds like the ship hit something." Harvey said, looking at the Monkees.
"The Titanic just sideswiped an iceberg." Davy said quietly, "She'll be on her way to the bottom of the ocean in a little more than two hours."
"Is that so?" Harvey asked, though with less bluster now, "Like I told you before, God himself couldn't sink this ship."
"Well, we better check it out anyway, Harvey." A steward told him.
"Yeah, get them into a cell, and let's be off." Harvey ordered.
So, the Monkees were locked in a tiny cell on the doomed Titanic.

Meanwhile, Rose was being lectured in stereo in her mother's cabin from her Mother and Jack.
"How could you have invited strange men into your cabin, Rose?" Her Mother asked for the 10th time, "What would the other ladies think?"
"Now you know why we watch you so much, Rose." Jack said, "It's obvious you can't be trusted alone."
Rose shot to her feet from the couch. "Quit treating me like a child!" She shouted at him, "I'm an adult and I'm tired of having other people make decisions for me!"
"You must have been talking to those boys, Rose." Her Mother said sternly, "They put those ideas into your head."
"Do you want me to be happy, Mother?" Rose asked.
"Yes, of course," Her mother replied, "So that is why you must let us steer you in the right direction." She then put the ruby necklace back on Rose's neck.
Rose sat back down on the couch again, defeated. She rubbed her temples. Why couldn't her mother see that she wasn't happy? She realized she would have to do something soon, or she would be trapped in a loveless marriage and life. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Jack said.
The door opened and a ship's officer walked in.
"Sorry to disturb you." He said, tipping his hat, "But I was told to inform all the first-class passengers that there's been a delay in our travels."
"What sort of delay?" Rose's Mother asked.
"The ship seems to have hit an iceberg." The officer replied, shaking his head, "Too dark out there to see anything, so we were almost on top of the iceberg before it was spotted. But don't worry, after we check for damages, we'll be on our way." He tipped his hat again and left the room.
Jack and Rose's mother looked at each other.
"The ship hit an iceberg?" Jack said, rolling his eyes, "I thought the Titanic would have a better crew than that."
"Wait, didn't that one boy...Jones was his name I believe, say something about the ship was going to hit an iceberg?"
"Yes...yes he did." Jack said slowly, he then turned to where Rose was sitting. "How about that Rose, your friend was..."
But Rose was no longer sitting on the couch.
"Rose, where are you?" Jack called out.
Jack and Rose's mother searched the cabin for Rose, but she was nowhere to be found.

Down below deck, the Monkees were banging on the door of their cell. They could already feel the deck starting to slope under their feet. There was no sign of any of the ship's stewards. A superstitious man, Harvey had decided to leave them in their cell, thinking that they were responsible for the iceberg hitting the ship in the first place.
Time went on and the deck began to slope more and more. Around the ship, people were beginning to realize something was very wrong.
"Hey, let us out!" Mike shouted, "This boat's gonna sink!"
"We're gonna drown." Peter whimpered.
"No we're not." Micky said, "Let's rush the door all at once and maybe break the lock."
The Monkees backed up as far as they could, then Davy counted to three.
"One, two THREE!" Davy shouted.
The Monkees crashed into the door, which opened and the fell onto the deck...at the feet of a startled Rose.
"Rose, I knew you'd come for us!" Davy cried, and the group gave her a group hug.
"Let's go, we don't have much time." Rose said.

The Monkees and Rose passed the trunk still sitting on the table.
"Hey, we better take the trunk." Peter said.
"Why? It caused all our problems in the first place." Mike said.
"Peter's right," Davy said, "It may be our only way of getting out of this time."
"Are you still insisting you came from another time?" Rose demanded.
"We don't have time to argue this." Micky put in sharply. "Empty out that stuff, and let's go."
"Jack must've put this stuff in here to frame us for robbery." Mike said, as he dumped the stolen articles on the floor.
The Monkees grabbed the trunk and carried it out of the cellblock. When they and Rose got into the hallway, they were met with a tide of water washing over their feet.
"This ship's going down fast, let's go!" Rose cried and led the way up to the top deck.
"I hope there's life boats left." Peter said.
The water rising quickly up behind them, the Monkees and Rose ran up another flight of steps and into another hallway. The lights began to flicker in the empty passage.
"Which way?" Micky asked.
"I think it's this way." Rose pointed, and led the group down the hall.
They found a sign on a door, which said 'way up' and went inside and up another flight of steps. When they got to the top of those stairs, they ran into none other than Jack.
"I knew you'd go and rescue them." He said angrily to Rose. "So I guess you believe their outrageous stories."
"I don't know what to believe right now, Jack. All I know is that this ship is sinking and that they don't deserve to drown." Rose replied.
Jack let out a heavy sigh. "Very well, we'll have to sort this all out later...if there is a later. The lifeboats are filling up fast, and it doesn't look like there's going to be enough of them for everybody."
"Oh no." Rose breathed.
"Oh yes, dear Rose." Jack said, "And if you'd stayed upstairs you'd be with your mother in one of them already. Now let's go!" He grabbed her hand and led the group back the way he had come.
"My mother is safe?" Rose asked.
"Yes, but she refuses to get in a lifeboat until you are back." Jack said, shaking his head, "You have her sick with worry, all over these four."
"Well, you didn't have to frame us for stealing all that stuff." Micky said. "Putting it in our trunk."
"Yeah, we would never steal silverware or jewelry." Davy said.
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked, looking indignant, "I only put Rose's necklace in your pocket..." Jack stopped, realizing he had said too much. Rose came to a halt and pulled her hand free of his.
"You put my necklace in Davy's pocket?" She shouted at him. "Why?"
"Rose, we don't have time for this." Jack said, spreading his hands, "We'll settle this when we get back on land."
"No, we'll settle this now!" She shouted. With that, she grabbed her necklace, yanked it from her neck and threw it at him, "There's your necklace back! I'm ending our engagement! I'll never marry a man so low, so despicable as you!"
"You can't do this to me!" Jack yelled, clutching the necklace, "What will your mother say?"
"I say, good for you, Rose." Rose's mother said, coming up from behind them all. "I said I wanted you to be happy, and now I see you'll never be happy with Jack."
"But Mrs. Dawson..." Jack said.
"No, Jack." Mrs. Dawson said sternly, "I see what kind of man you are now, and I will not have you marry my daughter. I'm sure the other mothers I know will feel the same once I tell them about this."
Just then, more water came up and began to roll toward the group, and the ship's tilt was even more pronounced then ever.
"Let's get out of here!" Micky shouted, and the seven of them quickly climbed the last remaining steps to the top deck.
The deck was filled with people, mostly those from the second and third class. There was an undercurrent of fear, and many people were crying. Many men were at the railing, waving to their wives and children who had gone into the lifeboats first. Nearby, the ship's band was playing, trying to keep things calm. The group worked their way over to one of the few lifeboats left, hoping they would be taken aboard.

"Only women and children!" One of the crewmembers called out, and several women and children climbed aboard.
"Rose, Mrs. Dawson, go ahead and get into the lifeboat." Jack said, "We'll find another way off the ship."
Rose looked at the Monkees, "But..."
"Come on, Rose." Her Mother said, "There aren't many seats left."
Rose gave Davy and the other Monkees a hug, "Take care of yourselves." She said, tears in her eyes.
"You too, Rose." Davy said, "Remember what I said, only marry for love and do what makes you happy."
She nodded, glanced over at Jack, then let the crewman help her aboard the life raft. She sat next to her mother, who nodded at the Monkees.
"If you gentlemen make it to land, look us up." She said.
"Okay, let her go!" The crewman said to the man operating the winch.
The lifeboat began to descend down the side of the ship, the women inside crying as they waved goodbye to their friends and family. Even Jack was moved as he watched Rose and her Mother leave the ship.
"What are we going to do?" Peter asked, frightened, "That was the last life boat!"
"I think there's still one left on the other side of the ship." The crewman told him, "I think it's also taking men."
Jack and the Monkees raced to the other side of the ship, Jack arriving first. They saw Harvey and another crewman filling up the last lifeboat. Jack rushed forward and held up Rose's necklace to the crewman.
"It's yours if you let me on the boat." He smiled.
"The crewman smiled, took the necklace and let Jack climb aboard the lifeboat. Harvey helped a woman aboard and then saw the Monkees. His face grew dark and he pulled a gun out of his jacket pocket.
"Where do you four think you're going?" He asked, voice on the edge of hysteria.
"Forget about them, Harvey." Jack said, "Lower the boat."
"You caused this ship to sink!" Harvey shouted, ignoring Jack, "I should shoot you lot now, but I'll let the cold waters of the Atlantic take care of you! Get away from here!"
The Titanic's stern began to rise out of the water.
The crewman with Harvey panicked and started to lower the lifeboat, as Harvey backed toward it. He was still holding his gun on the Monkees.
"Watch out, Harvey!" The crewman shouted.
Harvey jumped onto the lifeboat ledge, but lost his footing and fell into the cold water. He went under, but did not resurface. The people in the packed lifeboat were crying and wailing as the lifeboat lowered down. Jack smiled and waved to the Monkees as the lifeboat hit the water and moved away from the doomed Titanic.
There were still hundreds of people aboard, now milling around, not knowing what to do next. Some people put on life vests and jumped into the water. The life vests kept them afloat, but the cold water would kill them in minutes.
The Monkees joined dozens of other people as they climbed the ever-sloping deck toward the stern to stay away from the water as long as possible.
"Try the trunk!" Mike shouted desperately.
Davy opened and slammed the trunk shut, but the guys stayed where they were.
There were terrible creaking and groaning sounds as the ship's hull, not built to withstand such pressure, began to crack from the strain. People were hanging onto the rail to keep themselves from sliding down into the water. Peter lost his footing and almost slid into the water, but Micky grabbed him just in time. Others were not so lucky.
The front smokestack broke off and toppled into the water.
Just then, the lights went out in the ship and the Titanic cracked in two, with the front half sliding under the water. The stern of the ship, now free of the water-laden bow, fell back into the water, and many people thought the ship had righted itself. The Monkees held each other and the rail tightly.
"It's been a pleasure knowing you blokes." Davy said, tears coming down his face.
"We're not dead yet, Davy." Mike said, his face wet with tears too.
The stern end of the Titanic then began its own slid into the icy Atlantic.
"Let go of the rail!" Mike shouted over the screams
"What? We can't..." Peter cried.
"If we don't, we'll be dragged into the deep with the ship!" Mike shouted.
The Monkees let go of the rail, just seconds before the ship would've plunged them into the deep. They hit the water and managed to come up quickly for air, the trunk floating near them. The four men and everyone else around them screamed. The cold water cut into them like knives. Salt water freezes at a lower temperature, so the water was still liquid below 32 degrees.
An instant later, the rest of the Titanic, with its name and the word 'Liverpool' emblazoned in large letters on its stern, slid into the water, never to be seen by human eyes again. Hundreds of people were now floating in the water, crying, screaming, flailing about, trying to get out of the icy water, but the lifeboats were far away. Those boats that still had room on them didn't return for fear they would be swamped with desperate people.
The Monkees grabbed onto the trunk, their teeth chattering as the cold began to sap their strength. The four men knew how to swim, but the cold water would cause hypothermia and death very soon.
"I'll...open...trunk...climb on..." Micky stammered, his teeth chattering so hard he could hardly talk. He pulled open the trunk.
"Too small..." Davy breathed, already unable to feel his feet.
In desperation, Mike grabbed the trunk's lid on last time and slammed it shut. A gray fog suddenly surrounded the Monkees and when it cleared, the guys found themselves all alone in the water.
"What happened?" Peter asked, "Where'd everybody go?"
"The water...it's warm!" Mike exclaimed. He looked around, "Hey, it's land!" He pointed to some lights on the shore.
"Better, we’re right outside our pad!" Micky shouted.
The four Monkees paddled as fast as they could and soon they and the trunk were on the warm sand of the California coast.
"The trunk finally brought us back home." Peter said, panting for breath. He and the others were still shivering from the cold water.
Just then, a wave came up and washed over the Monkees. It took the trunk with it as it went out again. Peter tried to go after the trunk, but Davy grabbed his pants leg.
"Let the bloody thing go, Peter." He snapped, "It's caused us nothing but trouble."
“It must’ve put that silverware and the other stuff inside itself.” Micky remarked, “That trunk was cursed.”
The four Monkees watched as the trunk washed further out and then sink into the water.
"Let's go back to the pad, and get out of these wet clothes." Mike said, then said, "Hey, we're back in our usual garb." He pulled something out of his pocket. “It’s the tickets to the Titanic.”
The Monkees dragged themselves up the stairs to their pad, took off their wet clothes and went right to sleep.

A few days later, after they had rested from their ordeal, the Monkees sold the tickets to an antique dealer and then they went over to their local library.
"You'll think they'll have that information, Davy?" Mike asked.
"I'm sure they'll have a listing of who survived the Titanic sinking and who didn't." Davy replied, "I have to know if there's any information on Rose."
After some searching, they found a book about the Titanic and it listed the names of all who lived and died on that terrible night.
"Here's a list of the surviving first class passengers." Davy said, quickly scanning down the list, "But...there's no 'Rose Dawson' listed."
"That's impossible, she was on one of the lifeboats!" Micky exclaimed.
"Shhh!" The librarian said, from the other side of the bookcase.
"But she's not on the list of those that died either." Davy said quietly. "Or of the ones listed as 'missing'.
"Try the second and third class passengers too." Peter told Davy.
Davy did just that. He looked at his band mates and shook his head.
"There's nobody under that name at all." He said, "Rose's Mother and Jack survived, but I can't find Rose." Davy closed his eyes.
"Perhaps she's under another name, young man." The librarian, still on the other side of the bookcase.
Davy slowly looked over the names once again. This time his finger stopped on a first-class passenger name.
"Here's a 'Rose D...Jones?'". Davy said in surprise, "Do you think it's her?"
"Maybe, Davy." Mike said, "Is that the only Rose listed?"
"Yes it is, under all class of passengers."
"Maybe she took your advice and didn't marry Jack." Micky said.
"I hope not." Peter said, "He was an un-nice man."
Davy sighed and closed the book. "Any chance we could contact her?"
"The Titanic sank over fifty years ago, Davy." Mike said gently, "She might be dead by now."
"Yeah, and if you did contact her, she wouldn't believe it was you, since you're still young." Mike put in.
"You're right, fellas." Davy said, getting up and placing the book on the metal cart for the librarian to put back, "I just hope she had a very fulfilling and happy life."
"We do too, Davy, we do too." Peter said, patting him on the back.
The elderly librarian waited until the Monkees had gone to come around the bookcase and then watched as they left the library. She smiled as she put the book back in its proper place.
"I did, Davy." Rose said, "I really did."

THE END

Captain Tork of the High Seas

By: Mickys411 and Lisa Rated   G

It was that time of year again.
The leaves on the trees were changing from shades of green to reds, oranges, golds, and browns, the weather was getting cooler, and daylight was getting shorter.
It was indeed fall, which meant it was also Halloween.
Everyone in town loved Hallows Eve, especially the Monkees.
One day at the pad, the guys were craving pumpkins, when the mail came. The guys washed their hands and Mike began to sort the mail.
"Bill, junk, junk, bill, bill, junk," he said.
It was then Peter noticed an orange colored envelope with black lettering in the pile.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Maybe it's a Halloween card," said Micky.
"Lets' open it and find out," said Davy.
Mike opened the envelope and was happy to see what it was.
"Hey fellas, we've been invited to play at the yacht club for a Halloween party," he said.
"Groovy we got a gig," said Micky.
"When is it?” asked Davy.
"Halloween night and it's a costume party too," said Mike.
"Sounds like fun," said Peter.
The guys then decided to head down to the local costume shop and pick out what to wear for the party.
"How about this?" Peter asked his band mates, holding up a bunny suit, complete with long floppy ears and cottontail.
"Peter, you were a bunny last Halloween," said Davy.
"No he was a ghost, you're thinking of the Halloween before," said Micky.
"Well since the party is at the yacht club, how about we all dress as pirates?' asked Mike.
"Sounds like a great idea to me," said Davy.
"Same here," said Micky.
"Me too,” said Peter, “You know, I actually have pirate blood in me."
Davy and Micky began to chuckle.
"It's true, my great-grandfather was a well known captain."
"Peter are you sure about it?’ asked Davy.
"I'm sure, in fact I have the same birthmark as him on my forearm to prove it.
"Now hold on buddy, we better check into this," said Mike.
"Good idea," said Micky.
The Monkees then picked out their costumes, paid for them and headed home to find out about Peter's pirate relative.

When they got back to the pad, the guys put their costumes away and then sat around the kitchen table.
"So tell us about your pirate relative, Peter." Mike said.
"His name was Halston Thorkelson." Peter replied, "But he was better known as Hal the Horrible."
"Hal the Horrible?" Davy giggled.
"Shh, Davy." Mike said, "Go ahead, Peter."
"About 150 years ago, he used to sail up and down the East Coast, raiding ships and taking their treasure." Peter continued. "Nobody could catch him, not even the American or British Navy."
"What happened to him?" Micky asked.
"Nobody knows, but most people think he and his ship, the White Pearl, went down in a storm." Peter finished.
"This is hard to believe, Peter." Davy said.
"It's true!" Peter insisted, then rolled up his right shirtsleeve to his elbow. "Look at this."
The other three Monkees looked at Peter's forearm. On Peter's forearm was a birthmark in the shape of a half-moon.
"My great-grandfather had a birthmark just like this on his arm too." Peter said.
Mike, Micky and Davy all looked at each other, impressed with Peter's story.

Finally, the night of the party arrived.
The Monkees got dressed in their costumes and headed down to the yacht club.
Though it was sunny early that day, however there was a heavy fog over the night sky.
The fog made it impossible to see anything.
"It sure is a foggy night," said Davy.
"I sure hope we're going the right way to the yacht club," said Peter.
"Same here, it's difficult to see anything in this fog," said Mike, who was in the driver's seat.
"Wait, I think I see something up ahead," said Micky, who was in the front passenger seat.
"What do you see?"
"I see a boat."
"What kind of boat?” asked Davy.
"A big wooden ship," Micky answered.
"I bet the yacht club rented it for the party," said Peter.
"Looks like we were going the right way then," said Mike.

Mike found a place to park and the guys got out of the Monkeemobile. They decided to leave their instruments behind until they found out where they were to perform. The fog was still very thick, but they were able make their way over to the boat.
"Where's the Yacht Club?" Davy asked, "It should be here on the dock next to the boat."
"Let's ask these guys." Micky said, indicating the men dressed like pirates who were coming off the wooden boat toward them.
"Looks like everyone had the same idea of dressing like pirates too." Davy said.
"Hi fellas!" Peter said as the men came closer, "We were wondering..."
"Captain Hal!" One of the pirates exclaimed, "You've come back! We knew it would take more than a storm to bring you down!"
"Well, this fog is pretty...did you call me Captain Hal?" Peter asked.
"Yes, I did." The man replied, "That's how everyone knows ya, captain."
The Monkees looked at each other, wondering what was going on.
"But I'm not..." Peter started to say, but was interrupted by another pirate.
"With all due respect Captain, we had best get moving. Even in this fog we're not safe from those British frigates."
"British frigates?" Mike asked, "We just came over here looking for the Yacht Club."
"We'll find that Yacht, Captain." The first pirate said, "But we must be on our way, the tide is in right now."
Before the Monkees could protest further, the pirates took them aboard the ship.
"Wait, we have a gig to play tonight!" Micky exclaimed.
"Anchors away!" A man called out.
With that, the ship moved away from the dock and into the ocean.
The Monkees looked out on the ship to see that land was looked further and further away from them.
Mike turned to group of pirates and said, “Excuse us sirs, can you tell where are we headed to?”
"We’re heading to the Forbidden Islands," one of the pirates answered.
"Uh thank you..."
"Smitty."
"Ok then, Smitty."
Another pirate approached Peter and said, “Captain you've been gone for so long, where have you been all this time?"
"I've been living in California with my band mates,” Peter answered, “I'm sorry I don't think I know your name."
"It's Mel, your right hand man."
"I'm sorry."
Just then, another pirate spoke up, “Mel, Smitty, I don't think this may be our captain at all."
"What do you mean Billy?" asked Smitty.
"Well, he doesn't know our names, I say he's a fake."
"How can you tell?" asked Mel.
Hal then took out a small knife from his pocket.
"Run Peter!" Davy yelled.
But it was no use, for Billy grabbed Peter and used the knife to rip the sleeve of his shirt off.
Once it was done, Billy let out a huge gasp and did Smitty and Mel who was what was going on.
"Do you know what this means?" said Billy.
"Peter's not going to get the five dollar deposit back on his costume." said Micky.
"He is the real Captain Hal."
And sure enough, all was proven by the birthmark on Peter's arm.
"Captain, I'm so sorry." Billy said, "Please forgive me."
Mel and Smitty grabbed Billy's arms. "What do you want us to do with him, Captain?" Mel asked.
"Well, um..." Peter said, looking at his band mates.
"Put him in the brig." Mike whispered.
"Why?" Peter whispered back.
"Because you gotta act like a pirate captain, that's why." Mike replied.
"Okay, um...put him in the brig, and...have him fix my costume, I mean, shirt." Peter ordered.
So Mel and Smitty took Billy to the brig while Peter took off his shirt to get mended. Another pirate lent Peter a shirt to wear.
"Now...all speed ahead to the Forbidden Islands." Peter commanded, putting a foot on the railing, "They'll be no messing about on my ship."
Micky, Mike and Davy looked at each other, hoping Peter's power would not go to his head. Mike, Davy and Micky then gathered up by Peter.
"Peter, I hope you know what you're doing," said Mike.
"Don't worry guys, all I have to do is pretend to be my great-grandfather and we'll be ok," said Peter.
"As long as it doesn't go to your head," said Micky.
"That's right," said Davy.
Just then, Smitty approached the Monkees with a tray of glasses.
"Captain Hal, I've brought you and the new sidemen some drinks," he said.
"Thank you Smitty, how thoughtful." said Peter as he, Mike, Micky and Davy each took a glass.
The guys then took a drink from the glasses, but made sour looking faces afterwards.
"Smitty, what was that we just drank?" Mike asked.
"Captain's Hal's favorite beverage, Rum," Smitty answered.
Peter tossed his Rum, glass and all, into the water. Smitty looked shocked, but said nothing. Peter then let out a yawn.
"I think I'll turn in for the night, Smitty." He said, “Batten down the hatches and hoist the main sail."
"Aye, Captain." Smitty replied.
Peter began to walk away, but when he saw Micky, Mike and Davy following him, he stopped.
"What are you three doing?" He asked.
"We're going to turn in for the night too." Mike replied.
"No you're not!" Peter snapped, "You three stay up here with the crew and help with the chores." He looked down at the deck. "I think this deck needs swabbing."
Peter turned on his heel and went below decks, leaving his band mates fuming. Smitty handed Micky, Mike and Davy mops and buckets and they got to work.
"I hope we find the Forbidden Islands soon." Davy muttered under his breath.
"And leave Peter there." Micky replied sourly.

While Peter, went to sleep, Mike, Davy and Micky mopped the bottom decks of the ship, then once the rest of the crew called it a night, the three Monkees worked on the top decks.
As soon as the guys finished up, they fell right to sleep. It was at that moment when the sun came up. It was also at that time, Peter and the crew appeared on ship.
"Hey captain, aren't those your new crew men?" said Smitty, pointing to the sleeping Monkees.
Peter then approached Mike, Micky and Davy and said, “Morning gentlemen."
"Morning Peter," said Mike with a yawn.
Micky woke up then, looked around and said, “Aww man."
"What's wrong?" asked Davy who got up as well.
"I thought it was all a dream that we were on a pirate's ship and we're back at the pad."
"Well, nap time is over, back to work!" Peter snapped.
And with that the Monkees and the rest of the crew were at work on the ship.

Later that day while the guys were swabbing the deck for the millionth time today, Mike called Davy and Micky for a brief talk.
"Ok guys, it looks like Peter is letting this captain business go to his head," said Mike.
"You got that right,” said Davy, “Wish there was something we can do."
"Maybe there is a way," said Micky.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Peter the pirate says we're going to the Forbidden Islands right?"
"Yeah." Davy said.
"Just where are you getting at Micky?" Mike asked.
"Well, said Micky, The real Peter wouldn't want to do it."
"What do you mean?" asked Davy.
"The real Peter would say no to going to any place call the Forbidden Islands."
"I think what Micky is trying to say is maybe if we make-up some scary stuff about the Forbidden Islands, Peter will want to change his mind and head home," Mike said.
"That's a great idea," said Davy.
"We could say that the islands are haunted with ghosts," said Micky.
"What are we waiting for, let's look for Peter," said Mike.

Micky, Mike and Davy found Peter standing at the bow of the ship, looking the wrong way through a telescope.
"Excuse us, Captain Hal?" Mike said.
"What do you want?" Peter asked, "Are you done swabbing the decks already?"
"Yes, Captain." Mike replied, "We would just like to know when we'll get to the Forbidden Islands."
"Pretty soon." Peter replied, folding up his telescope, "But they still seem so far away."
"I sure hope we don't get there too soon." Micky said, shaking his head.
"Why not?" Peter demanded, turning to face him.
"Don't you know why the Forbidden Islands are called that?" Davy asked.
"Well, why are they called that?" Peter asked, looking confused.
"The islands are full of ghosts, that's why." Davy whispered, widening his eyes for effect,
"Ghosts?" Peter echoed, getting scared.
"It's said the ghosts of sailors who died at sea haunt the islands, looking for new boats to sail upon." Micky added. "They'll turn us into ghosts and take this ship."
Peter gripped the rail and swallowed hard. "I didn't know about that." He said finally. "I'll have to think about what you said. Now...go help repair the sails."
Micky, Mike and Davy walked away smiling to themselves, knowing they had scared Peter good.

Sometime later that day while working on the top part of the ship, Mike, Davy and Micky saw that Peter tried his best to hide his fear of traveling to the Forbidden Islands.
"You know fellas, I'm beginning to think what we did was wrong," said Davy.
"After the way Peter has been treating us the whole trip, I think he deserves it," said Mike.
"I agree, what Peter needs is to snap out of this pirate captain game and get back to reality," said Micky.
"Yeah, but once the other pirates find out on what kind of person Peter really is, he can get into a lot of trouble," said Davy.
"Cool it, let's just wait and see what happens when we get closer to the Forbidden Islands," said Mike.
"Good idea, said Micky, That way we can have more it to come up with a plan, in case something happens."
"You mean if the other pirates find out Peter is a fake?"
"No, if Peter puts the blame on us for making up all the stories about the Forbidden Islands."
Just then, Peter looked up at the guys
"Are you three slacking off up there?" he called out.
"BOOOOOOOO!" Micky went.
Thinking he was hearing ghosts, Peter dashed away. Mike, Micky and even Davy snickered to themselves.
Just then, a pirate on lookout in the crow's nest above them called out, "Land Ho!"
Everyone rushed over to the bow to get a look at the Forbidden Islands. As it turns out, the name was appropriate.
Even though the weather all around them was clear, there was a thick fog surrounding the islands. The biggest island had a smoking volcano in its center and thick jungles all around. Most of the pirates seemed to take it all in stride, though others, like Peter, gulped when they looked at their destination.
Micky, Mike and Davy came down from the rigging and looked as well. They immediately regretting telling Peter about the ghosts.
"What a place." Mike whispered, shaking his head.
"That really does look like a Forbidden Island." Micky replied.

Once the ship reached land, the pirates gathered the belonging they needed for their trip on the island and got off the ship.
Meanwhile, though Peter tried to look brave on the outside, he was a basket of nerves on the inside.
As they were packing some bags for the tour around the island, Mike, Micky and Davy were dealing with a problem of their own.
"Now that we're on the island, when do we tell Peter the truth?" asked Mike.
"If we tell him, he'll make us walk the plank," said Micky.
"He may be relieved that we were honest," said Davy.
"Wake up and smell the seaweed Davy, this whole pirate captain business has given Peter a big head. He really thinks he's his great-grandfather."
"So what do we do?"
"I don't know fellas, but before Peter gets into big trouble," said Mike.
"And us as well," Micky added.

Once everyone was packed and ready to go, Smitty came over to Peter.
"Well, Captain Hal, we're ready to go." He said.
"We are?" Peter squeaked, "I...um...I guess we better go then." He replied, looking at his band mates, "You guys go first."
"We can't go first!" Mike exclaimed.
"Are you disobeying an order?" Peter demanded.
"No, but...but you're the only one who knows the way to the treasure." Davy put in.
"Oh yeah...that's right..." Peter said. "Can you at least walk up in front with me?" He begged.
Mike, Micky and Davy agreed and the four Monkees led the way into the deep forest.

As the group walked through the deep, dark forest, Peter's nervousness grew more and more.
Mike, Davy and Micky saw the look in their friend's face and decided that they will tell Peter the truth as soon as they will be able to separate from the rest of the pirates.
After sometime of walking, they reached the middle of the forest. Peter then stopped walking, as did the rest of the group.
"Ok, we made it," said Smitty.
"To where?” asked Peter.
"The spot where you buried the treasure," said Mel.
"Oh of course, that's why I stopped."
"Can we dig now captain?" asked Billy.
"Yes, the treasure’s here,” said Peter who then muttered “I hope.” under his breath.
While Billy, Smitty and Mel began to dig, Mike, Micky and Davy formed a group circle.
"Now our chance to tell Peter the truth," said Mike.
"I sure hope he doesn't get mad at us," said Micky.
"Me to, said Davy, I'm afraid to know how he's going to react."
The three each took a deep breath, and approached Peter.
"Captain Hal, may we have a word with you?" Mike asked.
"Yes, I've wanted to speak with you three too." Peter replied.
"What about?" Micky asked.
"We've been through this forest and we haven't seen a single ghost." Peter said.
"Are you complaining?" Davy said.
"No, I'm not." Peter said quickly, "But why did you three tell me about ghosts when there aren't any?"
"We just said that to scare some sense into you." Mike answered. "You're still Peter Tork under all that pirate gear."
"You've let this pirate captain thing go to your head, Peter." Micky added. "The Peter we knew wouldn't want to go to a place called the "Forbidden Islands"."
"Well, I'm not the Peter you knew!" Peter shouted at them, causing a few of the pirates to turn and look at him, "I'm a pirate captain now, not the dumb bass player you laugh at!"
"You're Peter our friend!" Mike exclaimed.
"Men, tie these three traitors to those trees!" Peter ordered, "When we leave this island, we'll leave them here for the animals!"
The pirates grabbed Micky, Mike and Davy and tied them to three trees nearby, then continued with their digging.
A minute later, Billy hit something hard in the dirt.
"Captain, I think I found something!" He yelled.
The group of pirates gathered around Bill to see what he had found.
It turned out to be a large, brown, wooden chest.
Mel and Smitty gave Billy a hand unburying the chest.
Once they got it out of the ground, another pirate broke the lock by smashing it with a rock.
Peter watched with an anticipated look on his face, as did the other pirates.
Meanwhile, Mike, Micky and Davy were worried about their fates.
Smitty then opened the chest only to discover much to his and the other pirates surprise it was empty.
"Where's the treasure?" he barked.
"Someone must had taken it, then buried the chest up again," said Billy.
"Who could had done it?" asked Mel.
The group of pirates then turned to the Monkees.
"I bet you had something to do with it captain," said Mel, looking straight into Peter's face.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Peter.
"That's why you bought those extra crew members with you, the four of you are in on this."
"That's crazy, I'm not!"
"Maybe if we tie you up with your 'friends' you'll tell us," said Billy, holding up a length of rope.
"Peter! Run!" said Mike.
"It's your only chance!" said Micky.
"Hurry!" Davy added.
As the pirates got closer to Peter, he began to take off running but he tripped and fell to the ground, knocking him out cold.
At that moment, the group of pirates then began to tie him up.
"Peter, get up, wake up!" shouted Mike, Davy and Micky and the same time....
Peter, Peter, wake up," said Mike, shaking his friend.
Peter woke up and shouted, “Fellas, I'm sorry for what I did, please tell these pirates I didn't take the treasure and I want to get off the Forbidden Islands!"
He then looked to see that he wasn't in the Forbidden Islands, but the backseat of the Monkeemobile.
"Hey we're not on the Forbidden Islands," he said.
"Peter, we're at the yacht club, we have a gig here tonight," said Micky.
"And what are you talking about Forbidden Islands and treasure and pirates?" asked Davy.
Peter then told the guys his dream and how horrible he treated his friends in it.
"That must had been some nightmare," said Micky.
"The Forbidden Islands wasn’t the worst part though," said Peter.
"What was it?" asked Davy.
"How I was mean to you guys, my own friends."
"It ok buddy, it was just a dream," said Mike.
As the guys collected their instruments and headed onto the boat they were performing on, they saw something out on the water that was shaped like a large wooden ship. The image then began to vanish as it drifted out to sea.
"Hey fellas,” said Peter, “Do you suppose..."
"It couldn't be," said Davy.
"Must be our imaginations," said Mike.
"Yeah, just our minds playing tricks on us," said Micky.
The Monkees then went to play at their gig.
To this day, the image of the ship on the water became as much of a mystery to them as the story of Captain Hal.
Maybe one day, they will all find the real truth, but we will save that for another story.

The End