A grand, majestic ship flies through galactic space, a place of serene beauty and infinite possibility, where the deep, velvety blackness of the cosmos is intertwined with vibrant hues of swirling nebulae and shimmering stardust. The Etherium feels alive, its currents moving with a gentle grace that cradles the majestic ships sailing through it.

"On the clearest of nights, when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful," the narrator spoke as the ship flies through the starry space, "the great merchant ships with their cargoes of Arcturian sura crystals felt safe and secure." The area surrounding the spacecraft is an amazing expanse of the Etherium, a surreal place where the soft, glittering glimmer of far-off stars breaks up the gloom of space. Rich, swirling colors of delicate oranges and deep purples cover the background, giving the impression that the ship is cruising through a cosmic nebula. The nebula's gases give the image an ethereal, even otherworldly aura as they bend and twist like the wisps of clouds on an extraterrestrial horizon. "Little did they suspect that they were pursued by..." a smaller, more sinister ship flies after its prey, "Pirates. And the most feared of all these pirates was the notorious Captain Nathaniel Flint."

Captain Nathaniel Flint is a towering, fearsome pirate with a hulking, muscular build, leathery reddish-brown skin, and a terrifying, predatory face marked by sharp teeth and burning eyes; his appearance is further heightened by cybernetic enhancements, including a powerful, clawed mechanical arm, and battle-worn attire adorned with pirate insignia, all of which make him the embodiment of ruthless strength and legendary menace. "Fire!" he ordered to his men. The pirate ship fired cannons at the luxurious large ship, and the lights went out from inside. The passengers who were on the ship in the ballroom gasped, holding on to their partners as both ships fought above the deck.

A small young boy's head showed up between the fighting ships as he watched this play out in his storybook, excitement flickered in his eyes with a smile showing a missing tooth. The firelight reflected on his face as he pulled the book closer, listening to the narrator as he spoke the tale. "Like a Candarian zap-wing overtaking its prey—" the sound of the door creaked open, and a small light shone on the young boy. "James Pleiades Hawkins!" The young boy, James, closed the book in a hurry; the narrator's voice turned distorted. He kicked his legs a little as he held his face, looking innocent, while his mother sighed, "I thought you were asleep an hour ago." Jim's mother said, with her long brown hair down as she wore her pink nightgown.

The young boy crawled to his pillow as mother came over. "Mom, I was just getting to the best part," he said. He grabbed his storybook and looked at his mother with begging eyes as he hugged the book. "Please?" The woman smiled at her son. "Oh, can those eyes get any bigger?" She rolled her eyes in a joking manner, as shook her head a little with a soft smile. "Scootch over." She sat on his bed behind him, and Jim reopened the book, continuing. The narrator's distorted voice turned normal and continued to tell the tale as the animation moved again. "Like a Candarian zap-wing overtaking its prey, Flint and his band of renegades swooped in out of nowhere." The band of pirates flung themselves aboard the ship. The defenders of the large ship were being shot down.

The scene changes to a sword cutting off a lock that sealed a chest. A waterfall of gold, jewelry, and diamonds poured down. Captain Flint let out a malicious laugh as he scooped up the treasure in his hands; the gold shone in his selfish eyes. The scene changes to the pirates leaving the burning ship in the void. "And then, gathering up their spoils," the ship flashed green, and the whole ship disappeared, "vanished without a trace." The mother and son listen to the story and let out an "Ooh!" at the same time, with the mother humorously encouraging him. He turned the page as his mother held the book, and lightning shone on them with a tint of green. "Flint's secret trove was never found, but stories have persisted that it remains hidden somewhere at the farthest reaches of the galaxy, stowed with riches beyond imagination—the loot of a thousand worlds."

An emerald green fog covers the pages as it slowly zooms in on a planet that resembles Saturn because of its rings, which glow a bright green color. The surface of the planet is very jungle-like at first glance.

"Treasure Planet."

The narrator and Jim said in unison. His mother closed the book and took out a napkin. "Okay. Blow your nose," she said, placing it over his little nose. He held in a deep breath and blew into the napkin. She stashed it away in her pocket as her son rubbed his nose with his long green sleeve. "How do you think Captain Flint did it, Mom?" the young boy climbed on his headboard while his mom grabbed the book and placed it on the nightstand. "How'd he swoop in out of nowhere?" Then he jumped off the headboard, and her eyes widened as she tried to catch him, but he landed safely on the bed, on his stomach, and crawled under his wrapped blanket. "And vanish without a trace?"

"I have no idea," she grins as she moves closer to the covered boy and snatches him. "Come here, you, you li— I'm gonna get— oh pffft!" His mother playfully wrangles him and blows raspberries on his stomach, making him squeal and let out a fit of giggles. He lightly pushes her face away as she smiles at him and moves him to lay against his pillow. "Okay, now it's time for this little spacer to go to sleep." She boops his nose, tucking him in. "You think somebody'll ever find Treasure Planet?" Jim asked his mom in wonder as she digs behind his pillow, pulling out an alien squishy toy. "Sweetheart, I think it's more..." Her frown burrowed as she tried to think of how to say it, "like a legend." She shrugged with a smile and placed the toy on the nightstand.

"I have no idea," she grins as she moves closer to the covered boy and snatches him. "Come here, you, you li— I'm gonna get— oh pffft!" His mother playfully wrangles him and blows raspberries on his stomach, making him squeal and let out a fit of giggles. He lightly pushes her face away as she smiles at him and moves him to lay against his pillow. "Okay, now it's time for this little spacer to go to sleep." She boops his nose, tucking him in. "You think somebody'll ever find Treasure Planet?" Jim asked his mom in wonder as she digs behind his pillow, pulling out an alien squishy toy. "Sweetheart, I think it's more..." Her frown burrowed as she tried to think of how to say it, "like a legend." She shrugged with a smile and placed the toy on the bedside table.

"There are nights when the winds of the Etherium so inviting in their promise of flight and freedom made one's spirit soar!"