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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 HawkinsX?/SLASH!/Lemon
A/N: If you don't like what's in here, go to the left of this web page with your mouse until it hovers over an arrow pointing backwards, and then click it. Treasure Planet belongs to Disney. Enjoy even yet, another exciting segment brought to you by yours truly! This is where things take a mental back flip!
No matter how hard he struggled between the feline and the salamander, Jim could not escape as he was lead to an older Ethirium star ship moments after capture. The ship was made of a dark-stained wood and rivaled the size of most Galactic Police vessels, which most knew were around one-hundred and twenty feet long and seventy feet wide. The girth of this monster probably trumped the standard ship size! Knowing that, Jim had a hard time comprehending just how big this ship really was. He craned his neck to see from bow to stern as they boarded the vessel.
Just before Jim was taken over the side to board, he caught a glimpse of something etched into the side of the ship. The Compass Blade.
Finally, he was dropped onto deck by the pirates who had held him captive during the small trip to the ship. The whole crew was assembled around him, holding swords and blasters in his direction, and giving him suspicious glances or evil smirks.
"Well, well, well... It looks like we have us a new recruit, boys!" Exclaimed a quad-pedal, six foot tall crustacean with a gray exoskeleton, who wore a gray-stained linen shirt, a canvas doublet, a leather sash over one shoulder, and a black bandanna around his forehead. His six eyes were ruby red and squinted in amusement. He grinned wickedly through the pincers set around his mouth. "Unless he wants to be target practice for our guns!"
The surrounding crew members shouted triumphantly, laughing all the while.
The crustacean picked Jim up by the collar of his shirt with a hooked claw. "The name's Targon, lad. First mate to the elite Captain of the finest pirate ship in all of the Etherium, The Compass Blade! What would be your name and the business you have wandering this far out into the galaxy?"
In response, Jim spat in his face. Targon slammed him down onto the deck and pinned him with a claw, each end point stabbing into the wood and the middle barely a hair's breadth from his throat, like a cuff.
"You want to try that again, boy?" Targon threatened, lifting his free claw in front of Jim's vision.
"...F-Fuck you!" He whispered with difficulty, unable to breathe properly with about three hundred pounds pressing him down into the floor. A heavy claw slammed into the side of his face, over and over again, for about two minutes
The First Mate put him back onto his feet, giving him a furious glare.
"Just for that little stunt you pulled there, I think the brig will serve you better than being recruited into the crew. We'll just have to wait and see what the Captain will want to do with you later." Targon motioned for a human to join him by his side. The man was dark-skinned, five foot and ten inches tall, and bald, with the exception of a small goatee. Tattoos and brands marred his skin, while small gold hoops ringed his ears. His eyes were of grim determination and a frown rested easily on his lips. He looked to be in his early forties.
"Ravengrail, see to it that this dog is lead to the brig and kept there..."
"Aye, Targon."
The man, Ravengrail, took Jim by the arm and lead him down a flight of stairs with a sword pressed against his neck. From the main deck, they walked down the stairs onto the berthing deck and turned right to another flight of stairs. At the end of the long, curving hallway, Ravengrail managed to lock Jim in one of the cells of the brig, stowing the ring of keys inside his linen shirt, and walked back down the corridor.
The air smelled decayed and stale. Jim stifled a sneeze and tried to pull on the rusted bars of his cell, hoping the frail-looking bars would give out or at least bend. The only light source came from a flickering electric lantern that hung from an iron hook in the wall at the end, deepening the shadows around the rest of the brig.
Pulling on the bars to no avail, the brunette finally gave up and sat down on the floor, unable to do much else. He pounded the floorboards with a fist, frustrated. Tears welled up in his eyes, but refused to break down his face.
I'm such an idiot!
Locked away on the pirate ship that had destroyed the planet Tyranisernum, Jim knew he was fated to servitude within the ranks of the crew for the rest of his life once he swore himself to the Captain or worse, death, if he did not. He would either join these vagabonds that had killed Dimitri, or join him in the afterlife.
At that notion of thought, Jim Hawkins shed tears. Gasping for air through his quiet sobs, he finally had accepted the death of Dimitri Sudayev.
He was gone. Forever.
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It felt like hours before someone came down into the almost deserted brig. Jim got up from the floor and tried to peer around the corner of his cell to see who was coming.
Instead of Ravengrail or Targon, like he assumed, the male feline that had helped capture him came from around the bend, holding a metal tray with a small bowl, spoon, and rotting purp on it. He slid the tray underneath the door, where there was just enough room for it to fit.
The pirate chuckled, looking at the pitiful state that Jim was in with his one good eye, and asked sarcastically in a raspy voice, "Liking your time so far on The Compass Blade, kid?"
"I will once I kill all of you..."
"Ah... Such strong words for a pint-sized human your size, scum. Tell me, how were you planning on killing all of us, again? I'd love to hear it from ya... Tell ol' Ganttus your bright idea!" He laughed, mocking him.
Jim remained quiet, silently brimming with rage.
"You should be so lucky as to have been invited as a recruitment for this ship, lad!" Ganttus beamed, then suddenly gave a disgusted look. "I wouldn't say you are now, though, seeing as the Captain will string your guts around the solar sails for what you did to Targon's generosity earlier this morning. No one says no to working for The Compass Blade, and those who do end up dead."
When nothing else was forthcoming from Jim, Ganttus shook his head with a snort and made his way back down the corridor.
"Just who is this Captain? Is he such a coward that he has to have a lowly Cooper pick fights with me in his stead?"
The feline turned back around, a snarl pulling back his lips to show off his sharp teeth. "I'll have your head mounted on a pole, you flea-bitten rat!" He fumbled with the same set of keys that Ravengrail had earlier at his waist, ready to unlock the cell door and get at Jim to tear his throat out.
Jim lifted his fists, ready to fight the enraged cat, seeing as he was already in a foul mood and wanted to hurt anyone he could get his hands on.
"Ganttus!" A yell down the corridor called out.
Both of them in the brig turned their attention to the corridor as a procession of pirates made it around the bend towards them. From what Jim could see, Targon was among them.
"What did I tell you about picking fights with our prisoners?" Targon yelled at the feline.
"He's got a real smart mouth on him, this kid. He deserves a good lashing!"
"No harming the prisoner until we know what the Captain wants out of him!"
"Yes, sir!" Ganttus saluted.
Targon turned his attention to Jim. "As for you, lad, you'll get the fortune of meeting with our Captain. He requests your presence to see if he could persuade you into joining our ranks." He gave a gnarled smile full of malice.
Ganttus undid the lock of the cell door and two other pirates pulled Jim out by his wrists, each holding a blaster to his back. One was a younger salamander than the one that had helped capture him and the other was a one-eyed squid-like creature.
The procession led Jim upstairs and to a unfathomable fate.
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The door to the Cabin came into view a couple of minutes later. Targon entered first, addressing the occupant inside. "Captain, we have brought the prisoner to you, as per your request."
"Thank you, Targon. Bring him in."
Something about that voice struck a familiar chord within Jim, sending shivers down his spine.
The two pirates led him inside, with an excited Ganttus not stepping past the threshold. Just before the door closed behind him, Jim looked back as Ganttus pulled on the sleeve of his shirt. The feline drew a line across his neck with a sharp nail, making a dark joke out of the scenario.
Jim began to sweat, thinking that Ganttus' words probably had weight to them after all.
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The brunette was brought before an oak table that was strewn with maps and charts of various information.
Behind the table, Jim caught sight of a silhouette standing in front of a large window, his back facing him. The human Captain of the ship had shaggy, brunette hair that reached a little past his ears and wore a worn canvas doublet, a clean linen shirt, breeches, and polished boots. A leather sash held his gun holster and his cutlass around his waist.
"Welcome to my ship, prisoner. As I'm sure you know, you have either two choices before I have dear Targon there throw you over the side and into the Etherium."
His voice was startlingly familiar. It made Jim sweat...
The silhouette turned around to face him. In the light of the electric lanterns set around the Cabin, Jim saw his face, and fell to his knees...
Green eyes widened at the sight of the brunette on the floor.
The pirate Captain of The Compass Blade was none other than Dimitri Sudayev.
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A/N: And scene! What a twist! Tell me what you think so far! R&R as always...
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