A.N.: Wow, my first story in the movie section! :D Boy, it was about time! But I never thought it would be with this movie, since I just watched it today for the first time. It's just... so very awesome!XD I still can't get over how awesome Jim Hawkings is! Of course he's not the only TP character I love (let's not forget B.E.N., Morph and Silver XD) but this idea just suddenly popped up and it's the only logical one I could bake in a while. And since I haven't posted anything on this website for quite some time... Anyway, enough with my ranting rants which I keep ranting about.

Disclaimer: THIS IS PURELY FRESHLY FAN-MADE!!

He was an oddball, really. She considered him that way since she first saw him at the Academy. Black and red combat boots, gold ring in his ear… and his haircut; with the small braid at the nape of his neck. He really looked like a member of a pirate crew. She couldn't explain it; the way he was, the way he walked and brushed past you, it was all coated in something she couldn't quite put a finger on. But it was there alright…

That was ridiculous. That definition, I mean. But also was the contrast. The contrast between him and the others, the way somebody studying there should be. Don't get me wrong, not all of the Interstellar Academy's students were straight "A"s; there were plenty of non-conformists as well. She was one of them.

She was one of those girls who refused to be a 'lady', tied up in corsets, to wave perfumed napkins in the wind, to faint in a man's arms. She scoffed when hearing her fellow female schoolmates talk about the difference between pink and salmon nuances on a hair ribbon. She also loathed the mere idea of wearing hair ribbons, frills, soft colours or anything which was considered by many to be appropriate for a lady to wear at that time. She was constantly up against all of her aunts and cousins who tried to mold her into something they wanted her to be. Even if she was from a family of high nobility, she did not want to become what the rest of her female family members were. That was another reason why she wanted to go to this Academy; to break the family tradition, no other women in her family ever before having persuaded a career of her own. She was a rebel, alright…

But him? Nobody knew where he came from. He didn't fit in, no matter where he would've gone. He didn't even try, by the way. He kept spending his free time alone, in the workshop or who knows where else. She never got the chance to talk to him, but she didn't really feel the need to either. No matter how many times she tried to convince herself to do something ("because it is proper and it is nice to make friends" her mother would say), in the end she would not ever do anything about it. Because she was enjoying watching him way to much… She liked the way she was constantly surprised by him. Quiet and boring as he may have seemed to others, to her he was unpredictable.

At first, he seemed really attentive, she could even say eager. Eventually, his enthusiasm wore off. And somehow she had the amazing luck of seeing something many others didn't have the eyes, the patience to see. The way he would hold such a bored, tired, absent or dreamy expression on his face during one of his favorite classes and suddenly remind the teacher in which part of the lesson they had stopped (some teachers love to blabber; many hours would've probably been lost if not for that peculiar boy). The way he tied up the lifeboats to the ship with small, precise, seemingly simple knots in a matter of seconds, while their instructor was still explaining the basic steps to the rest of the class. She was flabbergasted when she saw it, as he was constantly tying and untying the boat over and over again, the rope moving fast in his hands in quick, fluid movements, him with a distant look on his face, unaware of her watching. The way he buried his nose in books sometimes and stay up late in the library, yet he failed at some tests about the basics. She wondered if he was just playing dumb. Because he wasn't dumb. Nobody attending the Interstellar Academy had ever been and would ever be dumb. They were the best of the best. Not anyone could enter such a school of high prestige.

Another unique thing about him… He was the only one attending this school based on a recommendation. An impressive feat which seemed much too good to be true… But he couldn't have bribed anyone either. Compared to many others (actually, all of them, but she didn't want to seem snobbish, because she wasn't), he didn't seem rich at all. Always wearing those same boots, those were probably the most high-quality possession he wore (and perhaps even possessed). His earring was probably not real gold either…

But he didn't really seem to care. And that was a good thing. She didn't want to feel pressured somehow by being over-emotional (that was the ladies' job) and try and get them both out of their own ways. She liked that. He didn't need pity. Good. Because, as she glanced towards him -as usual- during class, she (oddly, surprisingly) didn't feel any towards him…

Weeelll... It seems it's gonna turn out a bit longer than I expected. I originally imagined it to be just a oneshot but more and more ideas kept popping while I was writing and... Wow, a record! O_o Usually it took longer to write something, even for a oneshot. This just shows how much Treasure Planet rocks!XD

Tell me if my OC's point of view seems boring or predictable, okay? I don't know if I'll be able to do much about it, but... at least let me know, please. I don't know how many other chapters I'll be posting, but I don't think it'll be... actually, I'll stop guessing. Who knows what my mind will come up with when I'm the least expecting it... -_-'

You know what I'm about to say now, right? Right?

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R&R, people. Please?