A/N: This will be my first Treasure Planet fanfiction, and I'm planning to make this a lengthy one. I want to get into Jim's past, and write what I thought happened to him throughout the beginning of his adolescence.
Please don't mind the shortness of the chapter!
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Chapter 1: No Stars
A loud bang traveled throughout the benbow.
Jim opened his eyes and shot up from his bed, looking over at the window beside him; the curtains moved with the wind, fluttering through the air like a pair of sails, the warm sunlight glistening between them.
Sails.
Jim found himself running frantically down the stairs, stumbling over each falling step. He grabbed the side of the cold newel post to stabilize his balance. His eyes quickly averted to his mother who was hunched over the table facing the window. She seemed to be straining herself trying to hold back her tears; a soft sob escaping her lips.
Where was dad going?
Jim headed for the door, he stopped and stood there, bewildered and confused as he watched his dad walk further, listening to the sound of his heavy footsteps slowly drifting away. Running, he felt the hot wind slap his face, dirt flying everywhere and the sun shining brightly into his weary eyes, the world turning into a blur, the loud sounds of his surroundings becoming mute. It all seemed to be a dream, just a bad dream he'll wake up to.
"Dad!" he yelled. The tall man continued walking, never turning back. Jim couldn't make out a word that escaped from his own lips, everything seemed inaudible.
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. He questioned himself why he would miss him if he left completely; he was never there in the first place. Jim let his feet dangle off the edge of the bridge, staring into a void. "Dad..."he choked, brushing his face as tears trailed down his flushed cheeks. The dark haired boy rested his head on top of his arms, pressing his legs against his chest. He looked up at the dark sky, mixed feelings pummeled to the pit of his stomach; he didn't know whether to be angry, or to be sad. But what he did know was that he secretly wished that his father would return. He imagined his father's ship returning from the dark horizon. Like those other times. His eyelids closed slowly as he reached his limits, his body begged for sleep, and slowly drifted into a cold, unwanted slumber.
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"Jim...Jim?"
A soft voice called, warm hands ran through his brown locks.
His eyes opened slightly, feeling the burn from the warm light.
"Mom?" Jim managed to mutter. "Where's dad?"
A pained look struck Sarah's face; she bit her lip," Sweetie..." Her hands ran down his face, looking deeply into his eyes, she hesitated cupping his cheeks, "I don't think he's coming back..." her voice trailed off. Sarah knew if she became indirect with him, there would be much more to deal with; what Jim would have to deal with, He understood his mother's sincerity.
It's okay, he'll come back.
Like those other times.
That night,
The clouds covered the once brilliant stars.
Not one shone.
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A/N: So I re-formatted this chapter, hoping that it would sound a little better. :). Please review!
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