At sixteen Jim Hawkins became part of the Intergalactic Star Academy; at eighteen he graduated; at 20 he helped catch his first pirate ship and turned them all over to the law, returning anything and everything that was stolen. At 22 he was given his own ship and crew and he was free to sail the Etherium; the following year he took down his second pirate ship. He was, if not already, becoming a well respected, loved and feared captain. With his swift moves and determined attitude it appeared no one could stand in his way; nothing could shake him from his course.

And now, at 23 years of age, he has executed his third pirate ship in the most formidable way. With hardly a scratch done to his own ship he makes his way over to the pitiful pirate ship and counts the men who are still alive. "Tie them up well and lock them in cell." He ordered his men as he circled the pirates. Jim then turned to one of his own, an average sized and built middle aged man with dog ears. He was holding with him a quill and journal. Jim said, "Take note of everything you find and hear. I want a full report by tonight. Everything has to be accounted for."
"Yes, sir!"

Below deck two of Jim's men rallied up the stolen valuables and handed them off for the others to carry back on top of the deck. They were in charge of finding anything dangerous and taking of it if need be. As they were coming to the end, gathering up all the supplies, one chest sat in the farthest corner. At first they tried lifting it, but it was far too heavy. If it was something dangerous they couldn't afford to bring it back on their ship without knowing what was inside first. The two men looked at each other with uncertainty. There was a good chance that there was a bomb inside. The younger of the two took the handle of his gun and hit the lock as hard as he could, trying to break it. It took a few tries but he managed. The duo took a deep breath before opening the chest and they gasped as what they saw before their eyes was not a bomb, but a girl dressed in male clothing. She was sleeping, or rather, she had been heavily medicated to pass out. As she lie there in a fetal possision on top of a tangled mess of close, the men thought about how they would present this to the captain.
The men reverted back to their senses when they were called upon and closed the door to the chest.
"What's the hold up?" Said a third man.
"This chest is too heavy. Help us out with it." Said the oldest of the three.
The third man eyed the broken lock. "What's inside?" He asked.
"Help us get it to the captain and you'll find out."

Once the chest was hauled on to Jim's ship, the three men carried the heavy chest with as much grace as they could muster.
"Hey," said the accountant as he held his quill and journal. "All items must be stowed away below deck. Captains orders. You know this."
The youngest lad looked down at the accountant and said, "The captain needs to see this."
The accountant raised a brow. "Well, w-what's inside?"
"Follow us," the three men said in unison.

The accountant moved in front the men and knocked on the door to the captain's office. "Come in." Came the captains reply. The accountant opened the door for the three men and stepped to the side as they walked in quickly, eager to set the heavy chest down.
Jim looked up from the pile of papers sitting on his desk as he heard the clunk of the chest hit the floor. He arched a brow. "And what is this? Tell me." His voice was calm, but also demanding.
The oldest man cocked his head toward the chest. "Come open it up, Captain. You won't believe your eyes."
Jim stood straight and tall and walked keenly over to the group of men. He lifted the chest open with his boot and peered inside. This time Jim raised both brows "A girl," he said. "No. A young woman." He looked at his men.
The accountant and the third man to help carry the chest looked just as surprised as Jim.
"We found her in the way back. One of the very last things we checked. She was locked inside here she was." Said the youngest.
His older friend then added, "I don't know if she was left to die there, but she definitely wasn't getting out on her own, and I assure you that none of those pirates wanted her found."
Jim crossed his arms and thought for a moment. "She's asleep? After the all the fighting?"
"Perhaps she has been given a high dosage of drugs?" The accountant interjected.
Jim nodded to this. "That makes sense."
"What should we do with her?" The youngest asked.
Jim took in a deep breath and slowly let it out; he rubbed his chin. "Leave her here for now. I don't want to raise anymore suspicion. I'll inform the rest of the crew tonight once everything has settled down. For now, get her out of there and lay her on the sofa. Make sure she is comfortable. I will have the doctor look at her as soon as he can." He looked to the accountant. "Are all of the papers, books, and journals accounted for from the pirate ship, Phillip?"
The account nodded. "Yes, sir. I will have the men send them up to you straight away."
Jim waved a dismissive hand. "No,"
Phillip was confused. "No?"
Jim looked at his four men. "The lot of you will personally bring all books, papers and journals to me here. As I said, I will explain everything to the crew later tonight. That will give me time to look over everything and find out why the pirates had her on their ship." He dismissed them and they left the office to retrieve what he had asked for. He looked down at the young lady who seemed to be sleeping peacefully on his sofa. She was human, just like him.

Author's note: This will be a mature story. There will be lots of violence and sex (the good shit). Stay tuned for the goodies.