Somebody over at Disney needs to put down the crack pipe - you can't stick model rocket engines on a 16th-century spanish galleon and expect it to travel across the galaxy in 20 seconds. This movie's whole production design was so incredibly ass-backwards, it made my head spin. It's sad really, because the story is a damn good one, and this movie had a lot of potential. If those stoners at Disney had been spending less time taking acid trips to outer space, they would have done the reasonable thing: make realistic-looking spaceships and settings like in Titan A.E., and at least pay attention to whatever laws of physics you know about when you're sober. Instead, we get the most warped unreality ever seen on the big screen: There's breathable air in space, and the ship is rocket-powered, meaning that traditional sails would slow the ship down - so, of course, this ship keeps its sails unfurled at all times. Excuse me, but what team of clown-college flunkies decided that this would be a cool idea?
My advice? Either read Treasure Island, or watch a movie that doesn't insult your intelligence. This one makes Jimmy Neutron look like Shakespear.