Montressor, Thursday Afternoon, Fandom Time

It was probably wasn't possible for Jim to holler much more loudly than he was as he cut through the sky, a bright orange glow from his solar surfer's rocket trailing behind him, a slightly less aggressive glow streaking across the sail as it caught the rays from Montressor's sun. His daylight would run out on him in a couple more hours, and then he'd have to either swap to his surfer's backup power source or else head back home, but for now? For now, that was the farthest thing from his mind.

( What was on Jim's mind? )

[Establishy, NFI, and NFB for distance. So much of this was snagged and adapted from the first nine minutes of Treasure Planet it isn't even funny, but I'm shameless like that sometimes, and I'll insert some more alphabet soup in here to say that OOC comments are totally welcome!]