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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/SLASH!/Lemon
A/N: If you don't like what's in here... well, you know the rest! Treasure Planet belongs to Disney. Anastasia belongs to Fox Animation. Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas belongs to Dreamworks.
"-but we can't just go out there and confront The Dark Serpent! Not in our current condition, that is! There's still so many damages that we need to repair! And we're almost out of fuel-"
"That doesn't concern me at that moment, Doppler!" Captain Sudayev snapped, silencing the canid effectively. He took a sobering breath and continued in a civilized tone. "We have to go back there and get Hawkins out of their clutches. If he knows any of our vessel's weaknesses, he could be tortured for information."
Targon cleared his throat, capturing their attention. "Begging your pardon, Captain, but Doppler here is right. We can't just go searching for Hawkins while the ship is crippled and there's bodies to be put to burial. We need time to repair and reorganize. Now that some of the crew has perished, we should go to some ports out here and replace the ones we have lost. 'A crew that's been depleted should be well-stocked as soon as possible, so as to avoid further complications in the future', as ol' Augustus used to say."
"But if Jim-"
"And besides, I don't believe Hawkins ever did know about any possible weaknesses of The Compass Blade, anyway. He was only a part of our crew officially... for what, a day? Once a crew member is captured or left behind, they're as good as dead." Targon continued. "Back then, even before you swore yourself to The Compass, Captain, I was just a cabin boy. I remembered when Captain Augustus had lead the ship into a spot of trouble with the Procyon Armada over by the planet, Unubian. We left three members behind-"
"What does that have to do with anything, Targon? I'm nothing like Augustus, 'cause I know how to not let myself, or my crew for that matter, die!"
"Well, then, perhaps this will be of interest to you, Sir. The three that Augustus left behind were going to start a mutiny against us until this ship was brought into conflict. Instead, they managed to survive the onslaught and they were picked up by another pirate vessel weeks later lead by a captain named Leland-"
"Leland?" Delbert interrupted at last. "You don't mean Leland Hawkins, do you?"
"The same." Targon nodded. He continued. "Captain Hawkins took in the pirates that you know as enemies today, the same ones that were abandoned by this crew years ago. I remember that day... We left behind Sinbad, Kale, and Blain. We had orders to shoot them during the battle with the Procyon Armada, since we had discovered the plot of the mutiny a day beforehand. But we had sustained heavy casualties and damages. We left, thinking Sinbad, Kale, and Blain were as good as dead. We underestimated their will to live."
"That just makes it even more dire for us to get Jim back here!" Dimitri shouted in frustration, fearing the worst.
"That might not be the case," His second-in-command replied, not hearing the fear in his captain's voice. "Since young Hawkins doesn't know our weaknesses, he could just very well be our distraction for the moment until we can get this ship back into action and drive The Serpent to the depths-"
"NO! I will not allow it, Targon! We will go back and wrest him from that scum, Sinbad! We cannot afford to lose another crew mate when he can easily be salvaged!"
"...If I may speak freely, Sir?"
Dimitri brushed a lock of hair that had escaped from underneath his hat from his forehead, nodding his accord.
The crustacean made a point of clearing his throat first. "Just who is Hawkins to you, Captain? You say he's just another crew mate, but I've noticed that he might be more than that. When he was first brought aboard on here six days ago as our captive, he knew your name when none of the rest of us had ever seen the likes of him before-"
The captain's eyes became crystallized jade. "What are you getting at?"
"...Begging your pardon, Sir, but it just seems to me that he might have been a past liaison, of a sort." Targon cast his eyes downward in sudden embarrassment. "O-or that he might still be."
Seeing the First Mate almost reduced to shaking fear in Dimitri's presence put the astrophysicist on high alert. It seemed that the former Dr. Sudayev had become a formidable foe in his three year absence from civilized society. Delbert would not have had the foresight-nor the imagination-to even think that the prestigious, almost galaxy reknown therapist would have become a ruthless cutthroat and had big, scary guys such as Targon quaking in his shadow from a simple-okay, intimidating-question.
"I'm only going to say this once: because you are my First Mate and my best friend, I won't kill you or put you in the brig for that kind of misconductive behavior. What is the first code of The Compass Blade?"
"Never question the Captain."
"Exactly. You have my mercy only this once, Targon. I trust you completely with my life, but don't make the mistake in questioning my motives and words now." The unspoken threat hung in the air like a ravenous thunderstorm ready to strike anyone down.
"Aye, Captain." The crustacean swallowed audibly, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.
"Good. As to your question," Dimitri walked over to his map strewn table, the very table that he and Jim had preoccupied passionately only two days ago, moments before the attack. "Jim... and I... share a past of sorts." He traced a finger along the grain of the wood, his mind wandering in thought. "But I do not share that kind of information freely, if you understand my meaning." His eyes shot up at Targon when he said this.
"I understand, Sir."
"Doppler?"
Delbert, who had remained transfixed by the whole ordeal this entire time, broke out of the trance and riveted his attention to the brunette in front of him. "Yes, Captain?"
"How many hours of labor do you think we'd need before we can get this creaking tub operational again?"
The canid pushed his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose, taking the time to think. "Well, if my calculations are correct-and we get enough fuel to replenish our stocks-we can get The Compassmoving around without any qualms after five days. And that's pushing to our limits."
A closed fist hit the surface of the table, shaking the flames of the candles in a wild dance. "Damn it! Five days is too long! Are there any other options?"
"Unless you want to run the hull to pieces and blow the engines before we can reach The Serpent in time to save Jim, then no."
Silence followed the statement as each man thought of the implications of what the astrophysicist had revealed.
Five minutes later, the door to the Cabin opened, revealing Ganttus, oddly grave, at the threshold. "Captain."
All three of them faced the felinoid. "Yes, Ganttus? What is it?" Dimitri replied.
"It's Ravengrail, Sir. He's got moments ter live. Thought ya might wanna see him 'afore he goes."
"Thank you, Ganttus. I'll be right there."
All four of them exited the Cabin, heading towards the galley.
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Jim could only grimace in pain as his sweat burned into the lacerations on his back and arms, shaking in exhaustion. His hair hung lank, plastered to his skin.
He had woken up an hour ago, only to find his wrists tied to metal rings in the wall farther down in the brig, a gag stuffed into his mouth. Waiting for him to gain consciousness, Kale had sat in a rough wooden chair for some time, holding a cat-of-nine-tails whip with a metal ball at the end of each strand. Jim didn't even have to wonder what the purpose of the metal balls were. Since he had taken that nasty fall off of the sails, he had been bruised badly, but someone had to have caught him as to avoid him having any broken bones. The metal balls added to those bruises, however, as well as sending an electrical discharge from each core every time Kale pressed a button on the handle of the whip. The leather of the whip served to cut into the brunette's skin, adding to the gruesome torture.
There wasn't even the blissful release of fainting to save him from the pain, as the electricity kept him awake with every bolt of power. It wasn't enough to harm him too much, but enough to draw out a groan of agony from his stifled lips.
After ten lashes, Kale would stop his ministrations to pull the gag away. "Ready to tell us what we need to know, Hawkins?"
For the first three sets, Jim had only spat phlegm and blood in his face in response, not ready to give up. But after a brutal hour, his limbs shook. He was so very tired...
His mouth was parched and his throat was raw as his tormentor ripped the gag away once more. "Ready to give in?"
Jim could hardly speak. All of the stitches he had on his back had opened up and bled profusely. New cuts laced over the old ones. The skin that hadn't been torn to ribbons ranged from mottled reds to unhealthy purples.
Just then, steps pounded down the stairs. Kale looked over his shoulder.
"How is everything faring with our guest?" Sinbad grinned.
"Looks like we won't get any thing out of him today."
"...A pity." The Captain's mouth turned into a stern line. His eyes roamed over the lacerations. "You may put the instrument away. We won't be needing it right now."
"Aye, Captain." Kale looped the whip through his sash.
Looking into Jim's unfocused eyes, he could see the pain had taken a greater toll than he had anticipated.
"You pushed it too far, Kale."
"Captain?"
"It's obvious that Hawkins can't take any more without bleeding out..." He turned to face his First Mate, his expression dangerously unreadable. "Another hour and he would have died. You do realize that we need him?"
"Aye." A drop of nervous sweat poured down Kale's temple.
With a sudden whistle of metal in the air, Sinbad pointed his scimitar's point at Kale's throat. His First Mate held his hands up in surrender, swallowing hard.
"Make such a foolish mistake like that again, and I shall have to take your head, dear friend." He sheathed his blade. "Now clean him up. Treat his wounds, but not enough to fully heal him. Jim needs a reminder of what's in store for him if he keeps resisting."
Sinbad left them then, his threat still woven tight in the air like a hanging noose. Kale, not wanting to further invoke Sinbad's anger, began untying Jim's bonds to the metal rings.
As soon as he was released from the wall, Jim slouched to the ground and fell again through the threshold of darkness.
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Jim woke again, laying upon his stomach on an old mattress on the floor of one of the many cells in the brig. Everything ached. Scabs throbbed upon his broken skin. He couldn't move, even if he wanted to. He spied dried blood on his forearms, his lips. Jim was alone.
Unable to do much else, he drifted off again into fitful, agonizing slumber.
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Dimitri entered the galley, quickly spotting the cook off at the far corner table of the room. A figure laid upon the table amidst puddles of dark red blood. He knew immediately that Ravengrail was on the verge of death. He hurried over. The Serpentis-ille intercepted him, still holding a needle and thread in his hands and looking worn beyond exertion, shaking his head solemnly.
"He wasss the firssst I treated sssince the attack. I've been trying to keep him going sssince then. He lossst too much blood, I'm afraid..."
"...You did the best you could, Groven. Stand down and rest."
"Thank you, Captain." And with the bow of his head, Groven left.
Dimitri, closely followed by Targon and Delbert, approached the table. He grimaced at the hole that was badly sewn shut in his chest. The injury seemed to look as if it came from a blaster cannon, head on. Blood still gushed out of the wound; splashed onto the table and floor.
The Captain looked up at Ravengrail's face, unable to imagine the pain and precious energy it took to hold on this long. Ravengrail looked up at the three of them through his one good eye-the other was swollen shut. Blood dribbled down his chin, making the three surrounding him realize that he was internally bleeding.
He struggled to take a deep breath. Coughed up more blood. "Cap...tain..." He wheezed.
"I'm here. What is it?"
"...I-It... was... an honor... serving... within your ranks... S-Sir... I... just... wish... I... could have... t-t-taken... some... of the b-bastards with... me..."
"Don't worry about that now, mate. The point is that we've crippled them. We've destroyed their fuel injectors; they can't go anywhere."
"I'm going to personally see to it that those dogs pay for attacking us." Targon added.
"...That's good..."
"For what it's worth, Eulessus Ravengrail, you served this crew well and you were a dear friend. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. We will avenge you." Dimitri said, taking a hold of the other man's hand in a fist.
"...I-I... know... who... pushed Hawkins... overboard..." His hand instantly became a vice, cutting off the circulation in Dimitri's hand. "...you have to... to kill him f-first... before it's too late... he's the one... who... led The Serpent... to us... a-and it was-" A blaster shot went right through his skull, snuffing out the remainder of his life.
Dimitri, Targon, and Doppler jumped up from the resounding blast, looking over at the stairs that led out of the galley. At the bottom of the stairs stood a group of ten armed crew mates, lead by a battle-scarred, male feline with a torn ear and a crooked, psychotic grin.
"I never did like that feline." Doppler muttered under his breath, his hands slowly raising in the air with the other two.
A/N: I love cliff-hangers, don't you? :D We'll just have to wait and see what happens next! Are Dimitri, Doppler, and Targon going to make it? Will Dimitri be able to come to Jim's rescue, before all is lost? Dun dun...DUUUUN!
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