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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/SLASH!/Lemon
A/N: If you don't like what's in here, too f*cking bad! Treasure Planet belongs to Disney. Anastasia belongs to Fox Animation. Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas belongs to Dreamworks.
"Everyone to their battle stations! Fire at will! Skihoth! Ganttus! Vernsloop! Ravengrail! Unfurl the solar sails, now!" Dimitri yelled, taking his place up at the wheel and gripping it with determination. Ravengrail ran off, ripping a part of his shirt off with his teeth and binding his injured arm with the scrap of cloth.
Jim followed in the captain's wake. When he was about to ask what was exactly going on, Dimitri turned his attention to him with stern eyes. Gone was the lover he knew, to be suddenly replaced once again by a ruthless pirate.
"Hawkins, unfurl the solar sails with the others!" He commanded.
"...Aye, Captain."
As Jim stumbled down the stairs to join his fellow crewmen in unfurling the sails, Delbert came scrambling across the deck from the galley, pulling out books and papers from a satchel that was slung around his shoulders.
"Do you know what's going on, Jim?" He asked shrilly, pushing his thick glasses up to the bridge of his nose. "Everyone says we're under attack!"
Jim pulled Doppler along with him as he ran towards the main mast. "Yea, they say we're being attacked by another pirate ship!"
"Oh, my dear word! How will we make it out of this alive? We're surely doomed!"
As soon as Jim started clambering up the main mast, the astrophysicist heard Dimitri's call over the din of blaster cannons. "Doppler! To the control stations!"
The brunette made his way up at last and stood as steadily as he could upon the aged wooden beam that ran horizontally from the thick column that made up the main mast. He quickly made his way over to the middle and grabbed onto the rope that swung about in the maddening wind. Clenching it tight in his hands, he looked over to the other side of the main mast and saw Skihoth doing the same thing. Nodding to him, Jim made his way to the end of the beam and looped the rope through the metal ring at the end. Skihoth was just as successful. The main solar sail filled with wind.
Jim ran to the main mast again from the beam and climbed higher to get to the main top-solar sail.
As activity and yells filled the atmosphere of his ship, Dimitri gripped the wheel and gritted his teeth. He knew the captain of The Dark Serpent too well. He was cutthroat and dangerous, not caring to take down other pirate vessels or whole fleets of the Interstellar Armada.
Dimitri had never met Sinbad in person, but had come into close contact with his ship a couple of times while under Captain Augustus' reign. All he ever learned about Sinbad and The Dark Serpentcame from his former captain and from having to fight from afar. So far, the battles had always ended in stalemate, when the Interstellar Armada or the Galaxy Police had gotten in the way and tried to take down both vessels.
He hadn't seen that ship in a year and a half.
The dark wood of the vessel gave it a foreboding appearance and the bow of the ship held a figurehead in the likeness of a snake made from polished silver. The ship itself must have been at least a few feet bigger than The Compass Blade, with more crew members and a few more guns.
The prospects were not in his favor.
Suddenly, he noticed the enemy ship sailing toward his. The intention was not lost to Dimitri.
The bastard means to board!
"Alduin! Harvett! Targon! Helus! Troy! Break out the big guns! Be sure to keep the dogs at bay as much as you can!" Dimitri screamed. "Beladox! Get to the fuel injectors and wait for further instruction! Masterson! I want you to take the wheel for a moment and keep us steady!"
Doppler whimpered at the controls behind the captain as a huge blast rocked the ship. He sweated profusely as he looked at the slowly declining bar of fuel. They couldn't take much more damage at this rate. About twenty knots from here-the closest escape from the ship attacking them-that side of the galaxy looked to be riddled with asteroids, backed with a cloud of vaporous spores that could easily tear holes in the hull and solar sails, causing unrepeatable damage as well as numerous, fatal casualties.
Delbert just didn't know what to do! He felt a presence next to him and jumped, nervous.
"What's the damage, Doppler?" Dimitri inquired, looking over the screens and dials.
"Well, Captain, we'll rupture like a super nova at this rate! The damage is staggering our ship's defenses, as well as draining our fuel-AAAAH!"
Another big blast caused the astrophysicist to fall over. Dimitri held onto the control panel, determined to stay upright. He helped the quirky doctor to his feet, revealing that the most damage Delbert took was a big crack in one of his lenses and a few bruises.
"Make sure to go thirty knots West!" Doppler yelled over the din, finally losing whatever calm he may have possessed. "Just make sure to stay away from the South West!"
Back up on the main mast, Jim and Skihoth managed to get the main top-solar sail unfurled and were just sidling down the main mast to the deck, when a cannon blast knocked them down the last few feet to the boards below. Jim shook his head and sat upright, trying to get the ringing from his ears, when he saw the squid-like creature next to him, lying flat on his back, unmoving, and covered in third-degree burns. It seemed that Skihoth had taken the actual hit of the blast full-force.
Jim got back his bearings and heard a call from the helm. "Hawkins! Man the starboard side with the others!"
It seemed like hours, but thirty minutes had rolled by with attacks on either side. Jim kept the shots coming from his blaster with the others. Try as they might, Jim knew that there was no way The Compass Blade was going to keep The Dark Serpent from coming. Beladox was still waiting for the energy tanks to fill before they could fully blast their way from this side of the Etherium and outrun the other pirates. In the frenzy, Targon was badly injured, but he refused treatment and kept shooting like a maniac. Ganttus had joined the fight when Troy had fallen to his death in the first ten minutes of Jim joining the fight. Although Jim didn't trust the feline to cover his back, he knew that Ganttus' crazy antics were paying off with his blood-lust rage.
Finally, the tables had turned! As Beladox was able to get the energy tanks fully satiated, he had pulled the lever below-decks as fast as he could. It seemed The Compass Blade was going to outrun the other ship after all!
With medium damage and a few casualties, Dimitri felt enormous relief as the sound of cannons became less and less frequent. He knew his limits and knew that there would be many years before him and his crew were able to take down The Dark Serpent once and for all.
Just then, one last, painful blast hit the starboard side of the vessel, rocking the ship madly.
Jim held onto the edge of the ship with his fingers, not daring to let go, as he floated dangerously out in the Etherium. Concentrating hard, Jim fought with effort to pull himself back on deck. Suddenly, and with enormous relief, he felt a furry paw grab onto his wrist.
"I t'ink this'll be the last time you pull a fast one on ol' Ganttus, mate," chuckled Ganttus, giving an evil grin. "So do have yourself a good time on The Dark Serpent fer me, will ya?"
Before he could scream in protest or fight back, Jim was tossed out into the Etherium as he watched The Compass Blade take off without him.
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Moments later, Jim was picked up and immediately taken hostage by a pirate that had taken a cruiser out into the open after the battle from the other vessel. He couldn't fight back without a weapon, so he resigned to be taken aboard with a sword to his neck.
As they finally docked upon The Dark Serpent, Jim was dragged on board by a massive contingent of pirates that hissed, laughed, and threatened him with sword points and guns. All he could hope for was for Dimitri to come back after him.
"Ye've come a long way, boy!" Mocked a middle-aged canid, whose sour breath made Jim's eyes water when the dog-like person pulled him close by the collar of his shirt. "It's only right for me to show ya the sights before ya die!" Sickening laughter and cheering followed this statement.
Jim struggled in the pirate's one-fisted iron grip, trying to break open his hand, as a cold tip of a knife fell softly against his cheek. Jim started to panic.
I'm going to die...
"Still your hand, Blain!" Commanded a voice behind the crowd, whom quickly departed.
The canid, Blain, gritted his teeth in anger and dropped Jim to the deck of the ship.
"Why should I?" Argued the ill-tempered crew member. "He's from that traitor's ship! We can't let this runt live!"
Jim peeked around Blain's legs and beheld the captain of the ship. He was taller than Jim by a mere couple of inches, with short brunette hair, cropped beard and mustache, and serious dark eyes. He wore a red bandana wrapped around his forehead, a black and red vest tied off with a red sash, red pants, and thick black boots. Although he seemed older than Jim, and even Dimitri, he had a youthful voice and the energy of someone around in their early twenties. His scimitar was belted into his sash, at ease and confident.
"Remember your place, Blain." The captain warned quietly, even though his atonement could be mistaken for one who had barely a passing interest in the current situation.
The ferocity leached from the crew man's features, leaving him docile. "Oh... uhhh... Of course, Captain."
"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll confront our prisoner and decide what to do with him."
"Aye, Captain Sinbad."
"Back to your posts, men!" He demanded of the assembled crew.
They scattered to their various tasks like frightened cockroaches. This genuinely concerned Jim. Anyone that could scare their own crew members that badly without so much as giving a voiced threat was one not to be trifled with when on the other side of that alliance.
Sinbad looked down at Jim, who just watched as the crew ran off to do their various chores without so much as a word.
"You." Jim looked up, startled. "Come with me."
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Jim found himself in the main Cabin with the enemy captain, Sinbad. All he could think of was plans of escape.
...Each one was more far-fetched than the last. This was not looking good.
"So, I see that you were left behind by your crew." Sinbad mused, amusement quirking the corners of his mouth upward.
Jim remained silent, not letting him get to him. Instead, he glared.
"What?" The captain grinned. "Not going to talk?"
"..."
"Hmmm... I see."
The blow came fast and unexpectedly hard. The youth grunted with pain; fell to the floor. A purple splotch was beginning to blossom underneath his right eye.
"I don't take kindly to anyone that thinks they're going to win out over me just because they don't speak to me." He got up in Jim's face. "Especially from prisoners. Don't make that mistake."
Jim got back up to his feet, keeping a steady glare of loathing on his face aimed at Sinbad. "What do you want with me?" He said through gritted teeth.
"Well, I was thinking of using you as a sort of leverage, personally." The captain said good-naturedly, as if he were talking about a normal day out in the Etherium.
Jim gave him a confused look, rubbing his cheekbone gently. In the past couple of days, he had been beaten, lashed, bruised, and roughed up to hell. Jim wondered when his body would stop being a punching bag for everyone.
"Come now. You are a part of The Compass Blade's crew!" He gave a winning smile. It faltered just as fast. "Or, at least, you were. So you have to know the weaknesses and strengths of the vessel."
"If I don't, then what?" Jim ventured to ask.
Sinbad tsked, shaking his head in dramatized dejection. "Then I have no use for you, plain and simple. And that means that I'd have to kill you, as sad as that is."
"What does it matter to you? I'm your enemy. Even if you felt anything remotely remorseful-though I doubt it-it'd be short-lived anyway."
Jim knew he was taking a gamble by goading the captain, but he knew that he'd be screwed either way, unless Dimitri came back for him this instant.
"The only reason I'd feel any remorse killing a talented young man, that can hold his own during combat such as you, is that you resemble a crew member of mine. Look just like him, actually, now that I think about it; he's just the older version of you, really..."
This meeting with the strange, enemy captain was getting weirder by the second. Goosebumps covered Jim's forearms. His breathing hitched and his blood pumped far too fast through his heart.
"Now what was his name?" The captain quietly mused with himself, genuinely trying to remember.
Jim began to sweat. Was this guy just trying to pull his leg? Freak him out?
It was working.
A second later. "Leland! That's who you remind me of, kid!" Sinbad said triumphantly. "Leland Hawkins!"
A/N: Didn't expect to hear that out of Sinbad's mouth, did ya? :D R&R like always! Stay tuned to find out Jim's reaction!
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