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Antidote	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Treasure Planet Views: 838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev (Now featuring Sinbad!)/SLASH!/Lemon
A/N: If you don't like what's in here, you can always find the back button! Treasure Planet belongs to Disney. Anastasia belongs to Fox Animation. Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas belongs to Dreamworks.
Jim felt like he was punched in the face again. "Wha-"
"...You're Jim Hawkins, aren't you?" Sinbad asked, perplexed. "He used to talk about you all the time."
Jim couldn't even speak. The last thing he expected when he was dragged aboard was to hear anything about his father. His fear and shock was immediately replaced with anger. All the years of pent up fury started to boil forth, making him almost lose his mind.
Forgetting where he was and who he was talking to, Jim started to yell. "Yea? Well, where's he been all these years?"
Sinbad now became the one that was shocked. The audacity of someone yelling at him caught him off guard. "So you are Jim."
"How do you know my father? Where is he?"
"Hey!" Sinbad retorted. "No one talks to me this way, and lives! Even if you are the son of Leland Hawkins! You will tell me what I want to know, or I'll kill you with my own hands!"
"Where is he?"
The last thing Jim remembered before blacking out was someone bursting through the Cabin and slugging him in the back of the head.
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Dimitri looked over his partly wrecked ship, looking for any signs of Jim.
When that last, heavy blast had hit the ship, Dimitri had been thrown to the other side of the vessel and had been rendered unconscious for the remainder of their break-neck run through the Etherium. He had only just awoken in his private quarters ten minutes ago, with a bandage strapped around his head, his left arm in a sling, and a bandage covering up the stitches in his left knee. He had no idea how long he had been knocked out, but his first impulse was to find Jim and see if he was okay.
His crewmen either lugged huge boards of wood from one end to the other to fix the damages, or were busy locating the dead to give them a proper burial later. A small crowd gathered at the entrance to the galley, all of which sported wounds that were easy to mend. Behind the crowd of sailors, Dimitri spotted Groven patching up Laremy's bottom lip, needle flashing in and out of the wound as the red-headed pirate twitched with discomfort.
"Targon!" Dimitri called out.
"Aye, Captain?" The crustacean made his way over to him from a set of stairs up to the wheel, sporting several bruises and limping with a crutch-one of his four legs bandaged off at the knee.
"What happened to you, Targon?"
"Leg blown off, Sir. The Serpent's last shot got me real good."
Thinking for a moment, Dimitri carefully constructed his next question. "And... the fatalities?"
"Troy, Skihoth, Vernsloop, Graz, Oppersmith, Melkai, and Alduin. All slain."
Trying to hide his regret over the losses-and the relief that Jim wasn't among the dead!-Dimitri nodded, taking in the loss while remaining regal as ever.
"Anything else to report?"
"Unfortunately... Ravengrail is on the threshold of death, even as we speak. He won't last much longer, Captain." This bit of news caught the captain off-balance, not expecting the seasoned pirate to perish. He nodded for Targon to continue, trying hard not to break his mask of professionalism.
When Targon didn't, Dimitri looked into those six red eyes. The question went unspoken, but Targon sighed and finished his report. "He was a skilled pirate, although we didn't get to know him too long. And he might have been a pain in the ass, but he was one brave fighter when it came down to it." He pulled out a scrap of white cloth, perhaps from a linen shirt, from his sash. He handed it to Dimitri. "Hawkins is missing, Captain."
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Jim woke up many hours later, his head throbbing with migraine, his cheek tender to the touch, and his body cold as he got up from the floor boards of the brig. He found no one in the other cells around him and several lamps lighting the space.
That's two brigs I've been in... he mused to himself darkly.
He had no idea what happened to have brought him to where he was now. The last thing he did remember was arguing with the captain of The Dark Serpent about his dad. Just the mere memory of the confrontation made him bristle with anger. Somehow, some way, he had to figure out how to escape and find out the truth...
After wrestling with the iron bars of his cell, trying to find a weak spot, for the past two or so hours, Jim had finally resigned to pacing. His migraine hadn't decreased in strength and his agitation hadn't worn off. Those only added to his desperate situation.
What did Captain Sinbad mean when he said that Jim looked just like his crew mate, Leland Hawkins? Did he mean that Leland was still around, probably on this very ship even as he thought about it? What does his father think about him being on board? Does he even know that he is on board? Does he care? Just how long had Leland been a pirate, and why?
Steps pounded down the stairs of the brig, catching Jim's attention. Sinbad walked into the light, with a six-foot tall, muscular man-with dark skin, a soul patch, yellow pants tied off with a blue sash around his waist, both ears pierced with gold hoops, what seemed to be a blue crescent moon tattoo on his left shoulder, and black boots-by his side. Jim could only guess that this was the captain's second-in-command.
Sinbad's first mate produced a set of keys from his sash and undid the lock of Jim's cell. Jim backed up against the wall behind him, unsure of the events that were to take place. Sinbad walked into the cell, his second trailing in after him.
"Sorry I had to have you knocked out there, Jim. You had been giving me quite a headache. It was a good thing Kale here put your lights out or else I probably would have done a lot worse." said Sinbad with a hint of amusement.
Jim could only reply with, "How do you know my father?"
Sinbad sighed. "Tell you what, lad. If you give me what I want, I'll give you what you want." His eyes seemed to grow a shade darker as he glowered at him with frustration.
"What is it that you want?"
"You know what I want: the weaknesses of The Compass."
Dimitri...
A growl escaped his lips. "...Never."
Sinbad chuckled slightly, smirking over at Kale, who smiled and shook his head in return.
"The Captain doesn't like to play games, boy," Kale began in a rich baritone that spoke of strength and intimidation. "So unless you want to be our little guinea pig for all sorts of pain and suffering, I suggest you cooperate. Think of it this way: at least you'll get something out of telling us what we need to know."
"And just give up Dim-my crew mates? Forget it!"
The first mate looked back over his shoulder at his captain. "Looks like we have a loyal one on our hands, Cap. What do you wish to do with this runt?"
"Hmmm... Since he won't talk... Surprise me! Be creative, Kale! See what makes him loosen his tongue." The harsh, cruel look in his eyes only told promises of excruciating agony. The Captain headed back up the stairs to the main deck, leaving Jim in the midst of the first mate.
"I love being creative..."
As Kale took a swipe at Jim with his fist, Jim ducked under his arm as fast as he could manage and ran out of the cell. The first mate followed in hot pursuit. The brunette raced up the stairs and onto the main deck, looking for any means of escape from the madman chasing him. When the hard working crew noticed the prisoner among them, they surrounded him in a quick ring to prevent him from escaping.
Jim backed up against a mast, the hard coils of rope loosely tied around it rubbing through his shirt. In a desperate move, Jim reached around and grabbed the rope firmly in his hands as the crew members began making grabs for him. As Kale broke through the crowd, the young brunette managed to kick off a burly salamander from around his legs and had started clambering up the rope as fast as his sweating hands could take him. Kale laughed in the sport of the chase and followed after him along the rope.
Jim found himself standing along the beam of the mast, looking for other means of a quick getaway. His heart pounded in fear as he spotted his pursuer pulling himself up along the rope in double the time, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Just then, in his peripheral, he saw a loose rope hanging on the other side of the support beam of the mast. Making his way over there as fast as he dared, Jim didn't realize how late he took his opportunity. He gave an alarmed shout as a hand grabbed a hold of his boot and he fell hard against the wood underneath him, smacking his chin into it. His arms had instinctively wrapped themselves around the beam to keep him from sliding down the edge.
Looking over his shoulder, Kale proudly grinned, his hand firmly gripping Jim's boot. Kale had the beam under his arms, being the only thing holding him up. Jim kicked out with his other one, grunting in desperation as the first mate pinned it with his elbow.
"Time's up, kid."
Jim was wrenched from the mast with surprisingly inhuman strength and thrown to the deck a hundred and fifty feet below.
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A/N: ...dun dun DUN! Did Jim make it? Is he going to be alright? We'll just have to wait and see! Next time, in the next chapter! Stay tuned and R&R like always!
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