(Disclaimer: I do not own Treasure Planet; just my OC.)

(Authors Note: Hello dear readers and fellow writers! It's been a hot minute since I uploaded a new chapter for this fic, but I promise that I haven't forgotten about it. Life has just been rather busy for me lately, so updates on all of my fics are far and few in between lately. I apologize for that, but like I said, life has been busy. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter.)

(Warning: This chapter contains violence, assault and attempted r**e (No, not from Flint). If you're sensitive to such content, don't read. You have been warned and this story is rated M for a reason.)

"English/Common"

"Sarcasm or Emphasis"

'Mental thoughts'

**Dreams**

"Shouting/Yelling"

Chapter 10

After returning her dishes back to the galley, Maryam decided to take a turn around the deck and enjoy the current stillness of the ship. Yes, she loved sailing through the cosmos and seeing the stars, but she also enjoyed the current silence as there weren't many crew members on board. It was nice to be able to casually walk along the deck and not be ogled at like a rare gem or a tender piece of meat. Not that she minded if it was the Captain eyeing her. A soft blush appeared across her cheeks as she thought about him; however, her thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly heard voices nearing her location.

Turning around, she noticed a trio of pirates lumbering back onto the ship from what she assumed was a long night of drinking and fraternizing with the ladies of the evening. The first to board was a human, the second was a optoc, and the last was a zirrelian. While she had gotten to know and befriend most of the crew during these last few weeks, these men were among the few whom she avoided due to their shifty nature and overall dislike of her presence.

Opting to avoid confrontation, Maryam decided to make her way back towards Flint's stateroom, but in order to do that, she'd have to cross their path. Avoiding direct eye contact, she casually began to walk across the deck, but upon seeing the young hybrid, all three men gave her a malicious look and blocked her from her destination.

"Well, well, look what we got 'ere lads: the Captain's wench," the human said as he nudged the zirrelian:

"Yea, 'im's got fine taste in ladies. She's quite a beauty," he chuckled as they began to approach her, to which she slowly backed away.

"Aw, what's the matter, girly? You afraid of us? We only want to properly introduce ourselves and get to know ya on a more personal level," the optoc stated as they started to surround her.

"I'd rather not," she answered with a frown, while her ears flattened and her pupils slanted.

"Oi, watch out lads: the kitty's getting angry," the human chuckled, causing the others to mockingly laugh.

As she continued to back away, a fourth pirate (a calyan) silently descended down from the nearby mast and swiftly snatched her in his tight grip. Using one of his four hands to cover her mouth and prevent her from screaming, he also held a knife to her throat for additional measures. As he did this, the other men quickly advanced upon her. Feeling their hands, tentacles and appendages upon her skin, she struggled and flailed in an attempt to free herself, but she was vastly outnumbered and the blade against her neck was starting to pierce her skin. Opting to avoid being caught out in the open, the men carried her below deck and into the cargo hold.

Once there, the human tore at the bodice of her dress and began roughly fondling her breasts, while the zirrelian reached underneath her skirt and fiddled with the hem of her undergarments before slipping his tentacle between her legs and caressing her virgin bloom, causing her eyes to widen in horror.

No! She refused to let them take her!

Summoning all her courage (and an inner ferocity she didn't even know she had), the young woman fought back by biting the calyan's hand to the point of actually tearing off a large chunk of his flesh (which she immediately spat out afterwards). This caused him to scream in agony and release her, lightly cutting her neck in the process. Ignoring the pain, she managed to knock the knife from his hand before she then began attacking her other assailants while they threw punches at her.

Despite the blows she was receiving, she kicked and swiped at the human, leaving long scratches along his face, before she then took a swipe at the optoc and managed to deeply scratch out one of his eyes, rendering it bloody and useless. Dodging their oncoming advances, she then lunged at the zirrelian and sank her teeth into the very tentacle that he had previously used to touch her, while also digging her claws deep into his flesh and ripping them down along the length of his appendage, causing him to holler in pain and roughly throw her to the floor.

Picking herself up, Maryam made a break for the stairs, but was stopped when she felt a rough set of (four) arms wrap around her her torso:

"You fuckin' bitch! I'll make ya pay," the calyan spat as he began to tighten his hold, causing her to gasp for air.

*ZZBANG*

The sound of a laser pistol was heard, followed by a heavy *thud* as the calyan's body fell to the floor in a lifeless heap. Like a hunter descending upon his prey, Captain Flint descended down into the hold with an enraged look upon his face:

"Ya treasonous, yellow-livered, dogs dare disobey MY orders?! I distinctly remember informing all ya mangy mongrels that this girl is off limits!"

"Ah, w-we apologize, Captain. It_It won't happen again. P-Promise," the optoc stammered as Flint glared at him.

"No. It won't," he coldly answered and pressed the barrel of his pistol against him; however, before he could pull the trigger, his gaze shifted to the young, injured woman standing to his right. Seeing the fear and pain in her eyes, he ceased his intended actions and addressed his navigator:

"B.E.N, take Miss Weller to my quarters. Tend to her wounds and clean her up while I deal with these rogues." He then removed and handed the android his coat to cover Maryam with, to which he took it with a solemn nod.

"Aye, Captain." He approached the young hybrid and draped Flint's coat over her shoulders, to which he then gently took her by the hand and led her up the stairs and over towards the stateroom. He had a feeling that Flint was going to kill the remaining violators but didn't want Maryam to witness it, which was understandable considering that she'd been through enough trauma already.

XXXXX

Upon entering the stateroom, B.E.N led the young hybrid over to the lavatory where he began to draw her a hot bath while she stood in a daze. "Mary, I'm gonna help you with your dress, okay," he spoke in a soft tone as a means of reassuring her that he meant no harm.

In response, she nodded and stood motionless as he removed Flint's coat and unlaced her gown before helping her to remove it, to which he then tossed it aside and helped with her corset, not caring if her breasts were exposed: she was his friend and she needed his help. Besides, he wasn't one to judge when it came to body types and anatomy. Right now, all that mattered was getting her cleaned up and calmed down. It was the least he could do for her besides being there and offering her his support.

Once the bath was ready, B.E.N momentarily stepped back into the main room to retrieve the medical supplies as well as to give Maryam some privacy while she removed the remainder of her clothes. As he did that, she discarded her remaining garments and stepped into the tub before sitting down in the warm water.

Upon returning, the android began helping her clean the blood from her neck, hands and face by using a clean rag to wash and gently scrub her skin.

"_Mary, if you wanna talk, I'll be here to listen," he reassured as she merely nodded in acknowledgment while he used a second rag (dipped in rum) to disinfect/clean the cut along her neck. Thankfully, it wasn't deep and wouldn't require any stitching; however, she would have to wear a bandage around her neck for a couple days or so.

"_B.E.N, can I have a sip of the rum," she quietly asked, to which he nodded and presented her with the bottle:

"Sure thing," he watched as she graciously took it and downed a large gulp (after uncorking it), not caring how strong it was or how it burned her throat and nose. In truth, she just wanted the taste of those men's blood out of her mouth.

XXXXX

After her bath, Maryam changed into one of Flint's (clean) shirts and was now sitting at the dining table while B.E.N gently brushed and braided her golden locks. As he finished, the familiar sound of the door opening alerted them of Nathaniel's presence, which brought a sigh of relief to the young hybrid.

Glancing over at the pair, Flint hung his hat upon the coat rack and addressed his navigator, "B.E.N, go see if Mr. Brackus needs any assistance down in the galley. I'd like to speak with Miss Weller alone for a bit."

"Aye, Captain," he saluted before giving Maryam a kind smile; however, before he left, Flint stopped him and added:

"_Thank ye, for takin' care of her."

"Oh, you're most certainly welcome," he cheerfully replied before heading out of the stateroom, to which Flint approached the young woman and knelt before her:

"_How're ya feelin', lass?"

Meeting his gaze, Maryam emitted a sigh, "I'll be fine."

He reached over and tenderly cupped her cheek while softly brushing his thumb over her bruised skin, "I shouldn't have left ya unguarded. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect ya."

"But you were," she reassured as her gaze met his. "Yes, I fought them to the best of my abilities, and yes, I was injured in the process, but you still showed up and rescued me before they could kill me or steal my virtue."

He emitted a low growl at the thought of those filthy bastards touching her and defiling her in such a violent way. He was glad to have killed them all as opposed to placing them in the brig. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Pressing his muzzle/snout against her forehead, he spoke in a calm, reassuring tone, "You needn't worry about those rogues any longer."

"You promise," she whispered against his neck, making him internally shiver at her warm breath and soft lips.

"Aye."

Wrapping her arms around him, Maryam felt a sense of relief wash over her frame, knowing those men could never hurt her or any other woman ever again. With that, she allowed herself to softly cry against him as her emotions were starting to catch up to her.

For his part, Nathaniel gently scooped her up in his strong, protective arms and carried her over to the bed where he sat down and held her in his lap until she fell asleep.

(Another Authors Note: So, I know this chapter was rather dark, but that's why it's rated M. Also, while I don't enjoy putting my character(s) in these sort of situations, it's occasionally necessary for the story's development. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, despite its dark theme. Until next time, stay hydrated and stay awesome!)