A/N: Yet another oneshot Jimmy fic. This was as a little inspiration by a reviewer who told me to write more oneshots. Oh yeah and I don't own King Kong or any of the characters, I do however own this story.
The boat rocked violently to the right and Jimmy was almost thrown from his place in the crow's nest. He gripped tightly to the mast, trying desperately not to be tossed to his death. He wondered why they'd had to bring that ghastly beast on the ship; its weight was unbalancing the Venture.
They had needed to ration the chloroform out, so He was never really completely out. Sure they had a lot of the drug, but this was a huge beast and it took quite a bit to get him calm. If they ever ran out of it…but Miss Darrow was here, surely she could stop the brute from tearing the ship apart.
Jimmy shuddered, wishing desperately he could just slip into the hold and kill it himself. Sure, it would take quite a bit to do the deed; he'd have to steal the cyanide the captain kept locked in the drawer he kept in his quarters. Then, Jimmy would have to put it in a bottle of chloroform, all under the eyes of everyone on the ship. It would be near impossible, even with his talent. Besides, even if he did there was no guarantee the freak of nature would die.
Mr. Hayes. His father, the only person he'd ever had. Jimmy trembled with the thought. That thing had killed him, and now here it was in their ship. He looked around through blurry eyes, sniffing occasionally. Jimmy had asked himself that question over and over: Why did Hayes die and not him? It just seemed so unfair that he should die.
Truth be told, he was afraid of Kong. The fear fed his anger and grief until not an ounce of pity for the giant, who was treated so cruelly, was there. The very thought of It in the ship gave him nightmares. He hadn't slept in days.
The rungs of the ladder squeaked in protest of the climbing weight. Jimmy looked to the source. Mr. Driscoll was jumping into the nest.
"Hey kid." The writer said, standing beside Jimmy and leaning on the barrier around the nest. There was silence for quite some time as they both just stared over the endless body of water.
"Thanks." Jimmy finally broke the stillness of the dark and starless night.
"What for?" The playwright asked, still not taking his eyes off the water.
"Saving my life. Even if I'm not important enough to be saved." He let his cobalt eyes slide to his feet. Jack looked Jimmy straight in the eye.
"Your not unimportant. You are one of the bravest men I've ever had the pleasure to meet. Many people couldn't have gone through what you have so valiantly." Mr. Driscoll lectured.
"Besides, I was just paying back the favor. You saved my life as well."
They both looked back over the water as dawn crept up the sky, graying the eastern skyline.