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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/SLASH!/Lemon
A/N: Treasure Planet belongs to Disney. Anastasia belongs to Fox Animation. Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas belongs to Dreamworks.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SHIP WON'T MOVE?"
"The fuel injectors were hit harder than we thought during the fight with The Compass Blade. I've been trying to fix this since then, thinking it wasn't going to be a big deal, but..."
"Apparently, it is." A sudden, deadly calm.
"Yes, Captain."
Sinbad tugged at his goatee. "So... what can we do about it? It's too quiet out there and I have a feeling that bastard of The Compass will be coming back for retribution, though as ill thought out as that will be on his part. We hit them pretty hard ourselves."
"Should take about... four days tops to initialize the final repairs."
"Four days?" He grabbed a fistful of Blain's shirt. "What are you? Incompetent?"
The canid sputtered. "I-I can try to shave off a day!"
Sinbad shoved his crew member away, slightly in disgust. He sighed with an edge of sarcasm. "If that's all you can do..."
He left the engineering room with a stiff gait, heading towards the Cabin.
"Ganttus should have given us correspondence by now..." Mused Sinbad ten minutes later, his chin resting in his hands, as he sat at the head of the table in the Cabin.
"It seems he's been too preoccupied to respond to our signals." Kale responded.
"Well, hopefully he hasn't been found out and that he's been able to dispose of Ravengrail in time. Somehow I knew that cur wasn't to be trusted. Ganttus said he seemed to be too close to the Captain and his First Mate."
"Should I try to send the signal again?"
Sinbad leaned back in his chair and took off his hat to run his hands through his hair, thinking. "No... We'll wait. Perhaps he'll respond eventually, if he hasn't been detained or killed. Either way, we can't really depend on that feline now... If he doesn't respond to us in the next day or so, we'll safely assume that he's been discovered."
"So what happens if The Compass shows up, but Ganttus is alive and captured?"
"Take down the ship anyway."
"But our prisoner hasn't cracked yet... How'd we be able to take down the ship?"
Sinbad seemed to be getting impatient and stood up suddenly from his chair. Kale eyed him warily.
"I'd figure out a way." Sinbad growled. He sighed, coming to stand at the window at the back of the Cabin and stared out into the Etherium. "...I wish old Captain Hawkins were here; he'd crack that insolent fool down in the brig within an hour at most."
"You think he'd do that to his own son?" Kale queried, more out of pure curiosity than skepticism.
Sinbad looked back at Kale, his amber eyes taking on a strange look. "Just 'cause he's his son, I wouldn't put it past him to kill Jim for the information. Too bad Leland's gone..." He turned back to the window, shaking his head. "...makes one miss the crazy asshole..."
"Does young Hawkins know that his old man's dead?"
An odd smirk played across the Captain's lips. "Now why would I tell him that? Besides, it'd be just awkward, telling your prisoner that his dad's dead and..." He couldn't finish the thought.
"I know that you and Captain Hawkins were... close."
"Hmmm... So you knew that Leland and I were lovers, then?"
"We've been friends for many years, Sinbad. You didn't have to tell me anything for me to know about it."
"I see..." The Captain turned around, clearing his throat. "So now do you know why it'd be awkward?"
"I suppose you're right, Captain..." The First Mate kept an eye on Sinbad's reaction for what he was to say next. "If Hawkins cracks...?"
Sinbad walked back over to the table, not looking at him.
"I don't know."
"Captain?"
"Heh... The runt looks just like his father. It's crazy. But to dispose of him once he does crack... It'd be hard to, lookin' into those eyes of his..."
Kale settled a hand on Sinbad's shoulder in concern. "Would you spare him, then? Make him a part of the crew?"
Silence followed these words as they soaked into the moment. Sinbad walked away from his friend's comforting hand, opening the door to the Cabin.
"Where are you going?"
"To the brig. I'll oversee our prisoner's interrogation from now on."
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He paced the floorboards of his room, a bottle, half full of rum, dangling from a hand. His anxiety was overcoming a serious amount of his self-control. The room swam before his eyes, as he drank mouthful after mouthful of pain-numbing intoxication.
He was grim, overwhelmed, and bitter.
Dimitri flopped down on his feather mattress, kicking off his leather boots, wondering if Jim was even still alive. The thought tormented him; cut his insides to ribbons with grief.
It was only three days ago that Targon, Masterson, Doppler, and Engle had taken a small cruiser to Razboon in search of some fuel for the ship. As the four had headed out on their mission, the ship laid back in the shadow of a small, uninhabitable moon. And when Targon had sent out a signal to indicate that they'd be landing on Razboon only two days prior, the Galaxy Police vessel RLS Legacy, flanked with patrol cruisers, came out of nowhere in pursuit of the crew members he had sent out for the mission.
Just remembering their voices panicking through the comm, just before the signal was lost, made him infuriated... and full of regret. If none of those men were seen in the next three days, he'd have to bare his staggering losses and send more men to the planet to acquire the fuel instead.
He brought the neck of the bottle to his lips, choking down two large gulps of the harsh alcohol.
Suddenly, he stared at the bottle in his hand, as if he was made aware that he carried it for the first time. In disgust, he dropped the rum onto his bed side table and pushed himself up into a sitting position. Dimitri got up from the bed and strode over to the basin full of water over by the door. Splashing his face with cool water, he looked hard at his reflection in the mirror over the basin.
No! He wasn't going to drown himself in drink, thinking that all hope to saving his crew and Jim was obsolete!
Grabbing his boots and jamming them onto his feet, the Captain of The Compass Blade strode out of his private chambers to oversee the final preparations for the attack that would befall The Dark Serpent, once his ship restocked on fuel. He had to trust that Targon and Doppler could manage on Razboon, just like he had to trust that Jim would survive his imprisonment on his enemy's ship.
"I'm coming for you, Jim."
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Jim found himself once again chained to the wall in his cell, but thankfully, he hadn't been whipped in a long while, which had allowed his wounds to start the healing process. Instead, that First Mate of Sinbad's had left him there to starve a couple of hours ago. His head swam with fatigue and hunger, but most of all, his throat was parched. If only he could somehow get out of these chains, he'd exact his revenge on his captors.
Although one plan of vengeance was as wild and feeble as the last, it kept him focused and from passing out. The second thing going on in his mind that kept him firmly resolute and unwilling to give in was his thoughts of Dimitri. He didn't allow himself to wallow in the pain and torture that he was put through. Jim knew that Dimitri would come back for him.
Let his soul be forever damned if he was wrong.
Just then, his attention was caught by steps heading down into the brig. Instead of Kale coming back to put him through more hell, it was Sinbad, his face an unreadable mask.
"Come to tell me more stories about my dear old dad, Captain?" He sneered as he tugged on his restraints.
Sinbad didn't rise to the bait. He simply unlocked the cell and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He approached Jim, who held a mixture of murderous contempt and sarcasm upon his lips, and waited.
Finally, Sinbad spoke, his voice flat. "Your father's dead, you miserable whelp. Are you happy now?"
Jim lifted his chin in defiance, exposing his blood-encrusted neck, and smiled darkly. "Somehow... I don't believe you. Where is he hiding these days? Behind your skirts, Captain? It would only make sense for a gutless coward like him."
These words caught Sinbad off guard. During the times that they ever spoke about Leland, it sounded as if Jim was desperate to know about his dad, hoping against hope that he'd see him again. He never anticipated that Leland's own son would hold such venomous loathing toward him.
"Wait, let me guess... You're only his stand-in until he feels like facing the son he abandoned. In the meantime, he's pretending to be dead. Am I right?"
The Captain gritted his teeth, but he quickly regained his composure. He settled for a light chuckle.
"What's so funny?"
"You don't get it, do you Jim? Leland is dead."
"That's a lie." Jim's eyebrows furrowed into a sharp V.
"Is it? How are you so sure?"
The silence between them spoke volumes. Sinbad put only an inch between them now, getting up in Jim's face with triumph.
His smirk fell at the blink of an eye. "Leland is dead." He repeated. "So try all you want, but you'll never get the chance to pour out all of your pathetic loathing onto him. He was a cunning man, and a fearless Captain. That fact will remain true, and there's nothing you can do to change that."
Before he could leave the cell, Jim called out. "Wait!"
Sinbad turned back to him, glaring daggers.
"Why are you trying to change my view? What's it to you if I hate my dad?"
"Because I will not have you, someone that is less than the dirt under my boots, tarnish Captain Hawkins' memory."
Jim blinked, perturbed.
"What?"
"What happened to you calling him 'Leland'?"
Sinbad scoffed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Seems to me that you cared a great deal more than just stopping me from treading on my father's legacy."
Sinbad got back up in Jim's face again, slightly closer, gripping the front of his shirt in a tight fist. "Stubborn, aren't you? Something you and Leland seem to share."
Suddenly, his hardened glare softened. He loosened his hold. Looking into those eyes again, Sinbad did something unheard of, something that he knew that Kale-as his best friend-would reprimand him for. One word for what he did came to mind in the form of Kale's voice: "Reckless."
Sinbad kissed his dead lover's son.
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A/N: Shocking, no? :P R&R as always!
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