A/N: I do not own James Hawkins or the rest of Treasure Planet. They belong to Disney.
Jim leaned back in his chair, pushing away the mound of paperwork in front of him. He was working a double shift thanks to the mysterious shenanigans of his captain. With a sigh, he gazed out his office window, trying to pinpoint Monstressor among the tiny stars and planets. He missed the inn… and his dearly departed mother.
It's been six years since he killed her, he reminded himself, I need to find him...
He stood up and stretched just as a cadet barged in. "Lieutenant Hawkins," the man saluted. "The captain, he wishes to see you right away, sir. He says it's urgent."
Jim nodded and brushed past the cadet. He made his way to the captain's office and knocked. A loud crash and angry yells answered. Jim grabbed his gun, kicking the door open to reveal two cadets wrestling with an alien.
The alien was the size of an average man, maybe half a head shorter than Jim, with a thick neck. His face resembled that of an alligator. His spine was pronounced, reaching down into a thrashing tail.
The captain watched calmly to the side as the two men finally chained the alligator man into a chair.
"Captain," Jim called from the shadows, hoping for answers. The captain, a thick man with a steel jaw, merely held up his hand for silence. He circled the alien, who begun to snap his teeth nervously.
"You are now under the authority of the United Planets Headquarters of Earth. I am Captain Hank Frost," the captain stated, glaring at the alligator. "You willgive us the information we need about your Captain Blackbeack."
Jim gasped, his eyes searching the alien's body. Sure enough, the feared sign of Blackbeack was tattooed on his right bare arm: a beaked skull with tentacles protruding all around.
This man works for him… that murderer…
"I—I tried to tell him it was a bad idea, b-but the capt'n don't listen—" the alien stammered out before the Frost interrupted, "you personally told Captain Blackbeack this?"
The alligator man sputtered embarrassingly before admitting, "Oh, well… not personally, of course. Only the cook, I was. But I did told anyone who came into the cab'n that Blackbeack was outta his mind. It's a bad idea, it is."
"And," Jim stepped out of the shadows, "What is a bad idea?"
"He going to use her," the alligator man said, suddenly frightened, snapping his teeth again.
Frost and Jim looked at each other for a long second. "Use who?" Frost finally asked, dreading the answer.
"Her," the alien whispered. "The exploding girl."
A/N: Eh? What do you think? I'm probably not going to continue it on as a Treasure Planet fic. if I don't receive some positive feedback. C: I just wanna know how what y'all think.