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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/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. Anastasia belongs to Fox Animation. Here's for another exciting segment! Something none of you will expect is about to come around...
"Captain! Captain!" The door to the Cabin burst open as Targon ran through the threshold, Ravengrail following after him. "Ganttus is getting out of hand again! He attacked Alduin!"
The two stopped when they saw Dimitri and Jim facing each other, with Jim holding onto a sword. Targon rushed him, knocking the wind from Jim's lungs as soon as his stomach hit the floor. Dimitri immediately wrapped his arms around Targon's shoulders, pulling him off of the brunette. Jim got up, coughing for a few moments before regaining his composure.
"What was that for, Targon?" Dimitri yelled at his second-in-command.
"The prisoner had a sword. Are you alright, Captain?"
"I have the situation handled."
Ravengrail spoke up. "What would you have us do with the prisoner, Captain? Is he to go back to the brig for escaping?"
Jim looked over at Dimitri, his heart pounding hard. Dimitri gave him a look of regret, sadness flooding his eyes, just before he hid it under a face of superiority and indifference.
"Yes. Lock him up, until he resigns himself over to the crew."
Targon looked over at Ravengrail for a moment, before giving their beloved captain an inquiring stare. "Is that all, Sir?"
The Captain looked down at the floor for a moment, before looking back up with a cold determination. "In the meantime, give him fifty lashes." Green eyes met chestnut brown. "Maybe next time he'll learn not to defy us."
Just as a stunned Jim was led away from the Cabin by Ravengrail, he caught a glimpse of Dimitri turning his back from him, speaking in a regal manner to Targon, who had remained by his side, "Have Alduin attended to for his injuries by Groven. Ganttus should report to me immediately..."
"Aye, Sir."
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Jim bit into the hard leather, his lungs screaming as a fresh cut opened up on his back. Five more to go. The overlapping lacerations stung as they were exposed to the air. Jim wished he could run, hide, do something. Anything to stop the man from using the whip on his back.
He had cringed every time he heard the whip slice through the air to bite his flesh. Ravengrail had given Jim a piece of hardened leather before the lashings had started, to prevent him from biting through his lips and to somewhat make the pain easier to bear. At first, Jim had been humiliated and had struggled a bit when Ravengrail had dragged him to the mainmast and tied his wrists above his head. With a quick cut of a knife down the back of his shirt, Ravengrail had begun the proceedings.
Sweat poured down Jim's brow as he shook where he stood, the mainmast the only thing to look at. But he wouldn't beg for him to stop. His pride would outlast the final cut of the whip. And all he could think of was how Dimitri didn't look him in the eye as he ordered his crew member to flog him. As if he were unable to apologize, or take back his orders. Why couldn't he just save him from this torment? He was the captain, after all. Dimitri could have easily just ordered his men, without question, to leave Jim alone. Accept him into the crew, if need be.
He hadn't been prepared for this. The lashings were a constant reminder that, perhaps, Dimitri might have dismissed their past. That the old Dimitri was lost forever to the harsh months of captivity, induction into piracy, and being a ruthless, cutthroat captain. Whatever feelings he might still have for Jim wouldn't easily sway him into leniency, much less mercy, if he had any feelings left.
Another slap across his shoulder blades brought him back to the present. It all felt like it was going in slow motion; he couldn't take it for much longer. His breath became labored. How much more could he take before he collapsed into unconsciousness?
Moments later, the flogging had ended. Gasping with relief, Jim tried hard to stay alert so that he wouldn't pass out on the deck. Ravengrail replaced the whip to his belt and untied Jim's wrists. Jim spat out the hard leather from his mouth, his jaw cramping. He half-marched, half-carried Jim towards the stairs down into the brig. Jim's mind felt fuzzy as everything before his eyes began to swim.
A bed sounds nice right now... He mused, a little delusional.
Suddenly, several crew members ran in the direction of the starboard side of the ship, calling out to each other in whoops and shouts. Something had their blood pumping.
Targon charged through the crowd, yelling over the din, "What's all the commotion about, then?"
"We have ourselves an intruder, Sir!" One of the crew members called to the First Mate.
Among the crowd, pushing and shoving, Jim could hear the intruder protest with incredulity. "Do you have any idea who I am? I am Doctor Delbert Doppler of Montressor University, I'll have you know! Now unhand me!"
Seeing the familiar dog-faced astrophysicist, Jim called out to him in disbelief. "Doc?"
"Jim? Jim! I was looking for you! I was going to-"
The rest of his explanation was cut off when Delbert was shepherded to the brig by two crew members.
"Take him to the brig, mates!" The crustacean ordered.
Ravengrail took Jim by the collar of his torn shirt and lead him down after the new prisoner. Minutes later, both of them were locked securely in separate cells and left alone with the flickering electric lamp. Jim sat on his ankles, looking down at the floor between his feet. He couldn't lean against the wall, with his back tender and swollen from the lashes. Blood still laced down his back in small ribbons.
Despite his desire to pass out, Jim stayed awake. "So how did you find me, Doc?"
"I knew you would have left the Inn, Jim." Doppler replied. "When Sarah said for you to stay home, I had a feeling you'd do anything to get to Tyranisernum. You're not that hard to figure out. So I stayed at the Inn that night and planned on stopping you. But I had dozed off, figuring you would have tried going earlier. It was my mistake that I let you get an hour's head start." He shook his head. "Despite my tardiness, I took a cruiser and followed the general direction you took. It was my luck that I finally stumbled upon you only a couple of miles ahead of me later on. But when those brutes captured you, I fell back and hid. When they were taking you to the ship, I followed and hid around the ship, hoping to figure out a way to rescue you."
"How'd you get captured then?"
"Well, on another of their scouting expeditions, one of the pirates spotted me around the aft... can't say it was a brilliant plan to pretend that I was the ship's repairman." He finished with a sarcastic inflection, sighing.
"Didn't bring a weapon with you either, huh?"
Doppler only gave him a look.
Jim looked back down. "I see."
"Have you asked about any prisoners they might have captured from Tyranisernum?"
"We're the only two in here, Doc. Does it look like they have?"
"Oh..." Delbert's ears drooped in understanding. "So I suppose that you haven't been able to find Sudayev."
Jim sighed, unsure of what to say in that moment; he didn't have the heart to tell Delbert the truth. Doppler took the silence as defeat.
"I know you tried everything you could for him, Jim. I'm sure that he knows that and, wherever he is, he still loves you."
"I know."
After a few hours of silence, steps pounded down the stairs toward the brig. Both occupants of the cells looked up in interest. Targon walked up to Jim's cell, took out a key, and started undoing the lock while Ravengrail stood by.
Behind them, Dimitri stepped from the shadows, his hat casting his face in gray as it blocked the light from the electric lamp. Jim looked over at Doppler, who had immediately stood from his seat on the floor and called out to him.
"Dr. Sudayev? Is that really you?"
Dimitri cast a surprised look over at the astrophysicist, having not noticed him before. Despite the unexpected reunion, he said nothing, and trained his demeanor back into the cunning look of a captain.
"It is you! Thank goodness you're here! We were so worried that these brutish pirates killed you! How did they capture you and why are you dressed like-"
"Shut up, scum!" Dimitri snapped. "You're an intruder and I won't have my prisoners talk to me in such a manner, lest you want me to cut out your tongue!"
Delbert's jaw dropped as he sank to his knees in disbelief. He could only look over at Jim, shocked and accusing in his direction.
"I am the captain of this ship and I won't tolerate simple-headed blathering from a low-life such as you!"
"You knew?" Doppler mouthed silently to Jim.
Before Jim could reply, his cell door was wrenched open. "Take him to my personal chambers." Dimitri ordered Ravengrail. "I have something I want to discuss with this one."
"Aye, sir."
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Moments later, Jim stood in a stately room of the ship. Unlike the berthing deck, this chamber held a four poster bed with sheer white curtains hanging around the mattress. Silk sheets and pillows adorned the bed, which seemed to call to Jim's aching back. Just by looking at it, he wished to lie upon it and forget the events of this day. A desk stood right beside the door, complete with a wooden chair and maps strewn upon the surface. A sword rested against one of the table legs. At the back of the room, a sprawling window from one side of the rounded end of the room to the other gave a fantastic view of the Etherium beyond. A closed door off to the left seemed to lead to an adjoining bathroom.
However, the scowl of the captain in front of him drew Jim away from appreciating the ornate surroundings.
"Will you need anything else, Captain?" Targon asked, Ravengrail standing beside him.
"No thank you, Targon. You may leave us. I wish to speak to the prisoner alone."
Ravengrail looked between Jim and Dimitri with curiosity as Targon lead Ravengrail and himself out of the room. "As you wish, sir." Targon bowed on his way out.
When the door closed, Dimitri's expression did not change. His jaw clenched and unclenched in irritation. "You had to bring him with you, Jim?"
The unexpected question caught Jim off guard. "What? No! I didn't bring him with me!"
"Then why is he here? Are you trying to get him killed?"
A/N: So! Another day, another chapter! R&R like always!
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