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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/SLASH!/Lemon
A/N: And welcome back to another segment of your favorite fanfic! Please do drop in and leave us a comment, savvy? Treasure Planet belongs to Disney. Anastasia belongs to Fox Animation. Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas belongs to Dreamworks.
Through the groggy fog of sleep, he opened his eyes to the sight of the Captain looking thoughtfully at him. He detected that there might be a hint of regret in his eyes, but it flashed away just as quickly when Sinbad noticed that he was awake. He shifted in his seat upon the floor, folding his legs underneath one another, and leaned forward on his elbows.
"How are you feeling, Hawkins?" The sneer seemed rather forced.
At least his perception of people was still sharp. He could play this game.
"...W-Would like a bit of fresh air, but otherwise... I'm doin' alright..." Jim spoke, his voice brittle and dry. He turned over on his right side, facing Sinbad, coughing and groaning as he did so.
A twitch of an eyebrow. "I can see that."
Jim rolled onto his stomach and set his hands underneath to push himself up.
"You might not want to be doing that."
His arms shook as he pushed with the rest of his strength. But as he struggled to get up, a faint crack got his attention just before his hand buckled painfully and he fell back onto the creaking, old mattress. The fabric of the mattress smelled like dust and rotten purps. He gasped from the impact and the jarring agony in his wrist. His back still throbbed from the lash marks, although now they felt only inflamed and dull.
"Here. Let me see." Sinbad turned Jim over onto his back and lifted him into a sitting position by his shoulders. He took a hold of his hand and stretched it open, palm up, in his own. He gingerly prodded at the slender wrist, which spasmed involuntarily. "Does that spot hurt?"
"All of it does, really."
Sinbad grunted in acknowledgment, pulling out a roll of worn bandages and tightly wrapping it around Jim's wrist.
"For any reason, do not move your wrist and do not remove this wrap."
Jim looked down at his wrist in confusion and looked back up at the stern gaze of his adversary. "Why are you helping me?" He rasped.
Sinbad smirked. "Perhaps it's because you remind me of me when I was your age. Resilient, brave... and stupid. Most men would have cracked by now."
A dark scowl. "Well, I'm not like them and I'm most certainly not like you."
"How would you know?"
"...What's your angle here? Going from getting your lapdog to whip me to death, to lightly bantering with me. Just how messed up, or lonely, are you?"
Sinbad dropped the facade and got in Jim's face. "You know, just because you look like your father, it doesn't mean I won't just beat the shit out of you myself for your insolence."
"You already did that, remember?" The youth had the gall to flash him an icy grin.
"No more games, Hawkins. I want your answer," He suddenly picked Jim up by his shoulders and slammed him against a wall, holding him there. Jim's back stung with discomfort. "If you keep refusing to answer me, I'll have no choice but to have Kale use you as his personal punching bag until you talk. Now, what is The Compass Blade's weakness?"
Jim was silent for a long moment, glaring daggers at Sinbad and pulling at the fingers that dug into his shoulders.
"Even if I did know the answer to that, I wouldn't tell you."
Sinbad shook his head, his laughter borne of anger and frustration. His eyes glinted dangerously. "You certainly do possess Leland's stubbornness..."
The brunette didn't know how to answer to that and remained quiet. After a moment, the Captain gave a disappointed sigh.
"So be it..." He half turned to shout up the stairs of the brig. "Kale!"
His First Mate quickly made his way down the stairs and stood next to him. "Yes, Captain?"
"It seems our prisoner can't get enough of your brutal methods... Please, do oblige that request of his, will you?"
The big guy smiled maliciously.
"With pleasure."
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Ganttus couldn't believe that this was happening! He had the-now former-captain of The Compass Blade under his mercy, along with the First Mate and the ship's astrophysicist. It was a heady feeling! After years of living on this ship, he was finally able to take action and finish what was started all those years ago. Perhaps Ganttus' real captain would let him take over The Compass, now that he successfully took it over! The possibilities struck a chord of enthusiasm within the felinoid's breast.
He looked over at the assembled prisoners on the other side of the galley, chuckling to himself. To see that smug Captain Sudayev reduced to being tied up and ready to be shot down by ten of his previously loyal crew mates brought Ganttus great satisfaction. To see the canid and the crustacean in the same situation was a plural bonus. Ganttus rubbed a finger along the barrel of his blaster.
"Such a shame tha' none o' dis worked out fer either o' ya," He said, his one good eye shining with delight. "But I guess wha' goes 'round comes 'round, eh Targon?"
Targon remained quiet, narrowing all six of his eyes in hatred.
"Now, I suppose you three want a li'l explanation as ta why I would pull such a darin' feat..." The maniacal feline laughed.
"It all started when I first came aboard an' under the banner of ol' Captain Augustus, ten years ago. He ne'er did trust me wit' anyt'ing around the ship. Always had me workin' menial tasks, t'ings that those less dan me should have been doin'. After two years o' dat, I couldn't take it anymore! I was always workin' bottom rung; ne'er given anyt'ing more dan dat! By then, though we just acquired new crew mates from a remote planet o' Ardroogen. We inducted four new members; Kale, Blain, Ravengrail, and Sinbad." He mused, as if to himself.
Doppler stood there in between Dimitri and Targon, keeping an eye on the blasters that the ten crew mates held with ease. He was going to die! The astrophysicist couldn't believe it was going to end like this! He never imagined he would get ranted at and then die at the hands of a deranged feline that had some serious delusions and a bruised ego.
Delbert wasn't sure how he was going to manage to get out of this...
"They were de hardest workin' mates dat dis ship had e'er seen! But, like wit' me, ol' Augustus treated dem worse dan de prisoners we brought on board during raids. Sinbad made an idea to start a mutiny; he would take over de ship once Augustus was gone. There were about twenty of us in all, but we were sure we'd be able to overthrow de ship. Unfortunately, Augustus found out about the mutiny dat Sinbad was startin' and planned to have him, Kale, an' Blain killed the very next day. He had a suspicion dat Ravengrail an' I had somet'in' to do wit' the mutiny, but he couldn't be sure. He would keep an eye on us after tha'. And, o' course, Ravengrail managed to win his way back into Augustus' favor."
The canid thought hard, desperately searching for a way out... which the only one happened to be on the other side of the gang of sensitive gunmen on the other side of the room, whom were willingly following that psychopath.
There had to be a way out of this! There just had to be!
"We were over by Unubian the next day, when we were ambushed by the Procyon Armada. Durin' de cross-fire, Augustus managed to separate those three from de ship an' had de other fifteen either killed durin' the fight, or he had dem personally executed. Once Sinbad an' the others were left behind on Unubian, our ship took off without them, to let dem die. They fought fer survival fer two years, revenge heavy in their hearts. Once dey were inducted into Captain Hawkins' crew on The Dark Serpent, Sinbad immediately relayed secret messages to me via electronic pulses. I figured Ravengrail wanted just as much revenge as I did, so I told him o' those messages.
As Doppler began to internally despair, figuring it was no use in trying anymore, he clenched his hands tight behind his back, praying to whatever being there might be out there in the Etherium for a swift, painless end, at the very least...
...wait a minute...
"For de last three years, we relayed messages back an' forth. Sinbad tried to get information about any weaknesses on dis vessel, but like him, I wasn't given enough trust to know anyt'ing abou' de mechanics of de ding. Neither was Ravengrail. So we waited. An' only a week after relayin' messages wit' Sinbad, that's where you had come in, Sudayev. I stopped trustin' Ravengrail when he became a close friend o' yours during those couple o' years." He said pointedly to Dimitri, giving him an ugly scowl.
"Augustus brought you aboard, despite orders, an' trained you to be his second-in-command, since his First Mate died durin' de fight wit' de Armada an' he couldn't trust de rest o' de crew. He feared another mutiny would happen again. O' course, Augustus was right, although it happened after his fall over on planet Meifren. An' so... here we are today. I recently got some recruits to join Sinbad's crew, if you didn't notice de gentlemen behind me, getting ready to blow your brains out into the Etherium. See, unlike you, Sinbad will offer dem higher ranks within his crew an' promise more loot shared among the rest o' us, while I take my rightful place as Captain of The Compass Blade, and ally to The Dark Serpent!" He cackled, pulling back the hammer on the blaster.
The feline walked up and got into Dimitri's face, smiling all the while.
"I swear to you, Ganttus, I will make you suffer for your treachery!" Dimitri spat, shaking with rage.
"Hmmm... Dat would be nice wouldn't it, if only you could get outta yer bonds, eh?" Ganttus laughed again. He pointed the gun up into Dimitri's chin, slowly squeezing the trigger. "Say goodbye, Captain Sudayev!"
Dimitri looked at him dead in the eye, his heart pounding fiercely. The feeling of imminent death swooped within his stomach, causing him to cramp up from the knots of anguish and panic. But he didn't cower or look away. Instead, he lifted his head up in the last form of defiance and pride.
Only one tear escaped from the corner of an eye.
I'm sorry, Jim...
Suddenly, Dimitri heard a shout from his left, one that was brave and borderline hysterical.
Delbert took a flying leap at the surprised feline and wrestled him to the ground before Ganttus' goons could react. Jumping up with speed that Dimitri didn't know he possessed, Doppler held the blaster in his hand and shot three men down, snuffing out their lives. Spinning in a small half-circle, he clipped another crew mate in the hand and leg, and shot another in the shoulder. As the other five took their first shots at the crazy canid, Doppler pulled Ganttus up by the collar of his shirt and held the gun to the feline's temple, effectively stopping any more blasts from flying.
"Call them off, Ganttus, or I'll take your head off!" Delbert growled.
Ganttus' ears pulled back in fear as he started hyperventilating. No one had ever gotten the best of Ganttus before!
"Do it NOW!" The astrophysicist screamed, adrenaline pumping through his veins like solarfire.
"...Do as he says, lads!" The feline called out desperately.
The five crew mates dropped their weapons and slid them over to Doppler.
"Now, I want you to release us, before I change my mind about not killing you." He said with deadly calm. "Have Sudayev and Targon untied."
Ganttus nodded his accord, his whole body shaking with fear and exhaustion. Blood ran down his face from a cut on his forehead, running down his swollen cheek.
Dimitri and Targon had been stunned speechless. Never did they imagine that bumbling, awkward Dr. Delbert Doppler would pull a commando assault on their would-be assassin and pull them out of certain death like this!
As soon as the rope fell free from their wrists, Targon and Dimitri immediately head-butted the crew mates that had untied them, knocking them out, and snatched up blasters just in time as the other three were reaching back down for their weapons. The three enemies were assessed quickly, leaving Ganttus the only one conscious.
"Go ahead! Kill me, if you t'ink you have the balls to do so!" Ganttus yelled at Doppler.
"Believe me, nothing would give me greater pleasure than to do so," he slammed the butt of his gun into the back of Ganttus' head, knocking him out cold. "But I think keeping you alive to witness your failure would make me happier."
Dimitri approached him, equal parts shocked and impressed."Doppler! What in the Etherium was that all about? How did you-?"
"I have abnormally thin wrists, it seems." Delbert picked up the rope on the floor and started tying Ganttus' hands behind his back, double knotting to make sure.
"But where did you learn to fight like that?"
"I did what I could, given the situation. The element of surprise is always key to winning fights like that. As for the shooting, well, I didn't enjoy killing them, but my father taught me how to shoot when I was younger. He thought I'd do well in the Galaxy Police Academy, but as it turns out I wasn't cut out as G.P.A. material after all." He stood for a second, deep in thought. "Although, somehow, I don't think that's right. My memories are a little fuzzy on that."
"Well, you did a fine job in disposing of these mutineers, Doppler." Targon praised.
"Yes. Now we can go topside and figure out what to do from there. When Ganttus wakes up, he'll give us the coordinates back to The Dark Serpent." Dimitri made for the stairs while Targon remained behind to tie up the other two crew mates that were knocked out from their injuries.
"What makes you think he'll do that?" Doppler asked, catching up with him.
"That bastard won't have a choice."
"But even when Ganttus wakes up, and if he does give us the coordinates, it's more likely that Sinbad's ship will be long gone by then. And we still have repairs to finish and fuel to acquire. That's four or five days before we ourselves can move! Even Ganttus won't know where The Serpent will be."
"Not so! If Troy crippled them like he said he did before he died, then they're not going anywhere either!" Dimitri laughed delightedly.
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A/N: YAY! Doppler saved the day! ...That just sounds weird, no? :) Anyway, stay tuned for more chapters, as always! Next chapter: a celebrity appearance! And what's this...? Someone familiar showing up, too? Who do YOU think it is? :D
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