I hope you enjoy the sequel to A Pirate's Best Treasure! I wasn't going to write it but I changed my mind. Please review! Your input means the world to me and makes me want to write more. :) Thanks!

One more thing I forgot to thank OnceUponAPotterhead for helping me with the plots and proofreading.

"Stand still princess," Nana said as she was trying to pin the bottom of Emma's dress.

Emma rolled her eyes and thought to herself she would much rather practice sword fighting with her father.

"Emma, it's not polite to roll your eyes," Emma's mother walked in. "This is a very important ball." Snow White walked up to her daughter and looked at her through the mirror. "It's your eighteenth birthday, Emma."

"Mother, you know I can't stand dressing up," Emma complained. "I would much rather be out with father."

"Every now and then won't hurt you," Snow said as she played with Emma's long blonde hair.

Emma half smiled at her mother. She knew she would do anything for her mother, Snow White. Sweet, caring, loving, full of hope Snow White. Emma sometimes thought how could she compare to her mother's kindness. Everything that her mother went through and she's still a forever optimist. It must have skipped a generation. Emma was always second guessing herself. Sometimes feeling forever hopeless.

"What are you thinking about dear?" Snow asked her daughter.

Emma shook her head, "Nothing."

Snow smiled at her daughter. "You'll meet plenty of suitors," Snow tried to sound like an excited teenager.

Emma gave her a hopeless look. "Seriously," she said as she shook her head.

"Young Baelfire will be there," Snow nudged Emma in the arm.

"Eck, no mother," Emma gave her mother a disgusted look. "The last time I saw Bae he put a frog down my dress." Emma crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes, he was 9 Emma," Snow paused. "And if I remember correctly you paid him back pretty good too."

This made Emma smiled as she remembered knocking young Bae's head with her wooden sword.

"Besides, young Killian will be there too," Snow smiled as she watched her young daughter blush. "I knew that would get a reaction."

"Mother stop," Emma said as she tried not to smile. She had last seen young Killian three years ago. He was already becoming a man at the early age of 18. His parents and him came to visit every couple of years. They were pirates and sailed the realms together as a family. She thought it must be fantastic to sail the realms and have great adventures. She pouted a little as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Snow stood on the balcony and noticed clouds starting to roll in. She quickly looked at Emma and saw her pouting. "Emma! No pouting!" She yelled from the balcony. She stepped in and started to walk over to her daughter. "You'll ruin your father's hunting trip if you start to get upset."

"Sorry," Emma said putting a smile on her face and pushing back her feelings. Something she has learned how to do quite well over the years. Hiding her emotions, baring them deep down inside. For as long as she can remember her emotions always affected the weather. If she cried, it rained, if she was sad, it was gloomy out, if she was happy, the sun shined bright. She remembered a story her mother told her that it rained and stormed when she was in labor with her. The storm surged over the kingdom and did a lot of damage. They found out from Rumplestiltskin that she was the product of true love and she held a certain power that was based on her emotions. Over the years she had learned to keep it at bay but she hasn't quite learned how to control it.

Nana interrupted her thoughts. "Ok princess, you can take off the gown. I will have it done before your ball."

Emma smiled sweetly at Nana and looked back in the mirror before she walked away. It was a beautiful lavender strapless gown with a little bit of beading on the bodice. She was surprised her father ok'd it. But she figured that her mother must have convinced him. She smirked to herself at the thought as she removed her gown. Her mother could always convince her father to do anything. She secretly hoped to possess that power over her future husband one day. She heard her father's voice as she returned to the room.. He smiled sweetly at her when he saw her enter.

"There's my little girl," James smiled as he walked up to Emma and hugged her.

Emma smiled as she hugged her father back. She pushed him away, "Daddy I'm almost eighteen. I'm no longer a little girl," she said as she sat down to put her boots on.

Her father pouted at what she said. "We just got word that Una and Hook will be here tonight," James told Emma. "We are having a dinner for them."

Emma smiled at her parents as they looked at her for a reaction but she stared at them blankly. "Ok," she said. "May I be excused?"

"Of course dear," Snow said with a sweet smile. They both watched Emma walk out of the room. Snow spoke as soon as she was gone. "I know she's excited about seeing Killian."

James looked at his wife, "But, he's a pirate."

"And so is your best friend," Snow said. "And technically you weren't really a prince and that didn't stop our love."

"Point well made my dear Snow," James said as he swooped Snow down for a romantic kiss. She giggled as he set her back on her feet.

Once out of the room where her parents were, Emma sprinted towards her room and out to her balcony. It faced the sea, she stood there looking out at all the ships and wondered if any of them were Killians'. She smiled remembering the bumpy road they have been down with their meetings.

Age 5 Emma and Age 8 Killian

She remembers trying to play pirates with him but she could never keep up. He was always running ahead or hiding from her. She shook her head and a slight smile spread across her face.

Age 13 Emma and Age 16 Killian

She had a huge crush on him but he didn't want anything to do with her. She remembered him telling his mother that he thought she was ugly. She remembered that they were delayed leaving because she was so upset she created a huge storm. She giggled to herself when she remembered making it rain only on him when the storm finally settled down enough for them to leave. That's when his mother told him about Emma's powers.

Now Age 18 Emma and Killian 21

She looked in the mirror she may have been an ugly duckling at age 13 but she had grown into a beautiful swan at age 18. She decided to wear a dress for dinner instead of her usual riding pants and coat. She smiled to herself as she smoothed out her light blue dress. She kept her hair down and curled the ends with her fingers. She walked back out on her balcony and looked around. She could only imagine what he looked like now. He was already growing into his looks when she last saw him. She turned to a knock on her door.

"Yes?" Emma said as she stepped back in her room.

Nana opened the door, "You're expected in the front foyer, miss."

Emma smiled and followed her down the stairs.

Outside, Una, Hook, and Killian arrived to the Charmings castle. As Killian stepped out of the carriage he happened to look up and was memorized by a beautiful blonde woman standing on the balcony looking out at the sea. He stood frozen in his place staring at her when his mother walked up behind him.

"Young Emma is growing into quite a lovely lady," Una said.

His mother's words startled him, "Huh...what?" He looked at his mother and back at Emma as she turned to walk back into the castle. "That was Princess Emma?" He said in a shocked tone.

"Aye," his mother answered with a slight grin.

As they walked up to the castle Killian was remembering the last time he had seen the princess she was such an ugly duckling. They stood on the foyer, his parents talking to Emma's parents, when he saw movement on the stairs out of the corner of his eye. He looked over to see Emma descending the stairs. She wore a beautiful blue dress that hugged her form but wasn't extremely tight. Killian almost gasped at the very sight of her.

"Here she is," Prince James said as he saw his daughter.

Everyone looked up at her as she came down the stairs. Hook looked over at his son and his mouth was gaped open.

He leaned over and whispered, "Catching flies my boy?" Killian closed his mouth and gave his father a dirty look. "She's quite the looker these days."

Killian nodded in agreement as Emma took her last step. He bowed to her, "Princess."

Emma started to descended the stairs and noticed Killian right away and he noticed her too. He stood staring at her with his mouth gaped open.

"Here she is," her father said and everybody's eyes were on her. She felt her face redden.

Killian's father whispered something and Killian closed his mouth and gave his father a dirty look.

She finally made it to the bottom of the stairs and Killian stood in front of her and bowed.

"Princess," he said.

She wanted to woo from his accent but didn't. She was above acting like a mindless girl. "Please call me Emma," she said as she held out her hand.

Killian took her hand and brought it to his lips, his hot breath on the back of her hand sent chills down Emma's spine. "If the lady insists," he said before brushing his lips gently over the back of her hand.

Emma gave her mother the "is this guy for real?" look. Snow smiled and nodded at her daughter. Emma looked back at Killian as he stood still holding her hand.

"Em, why don't you show young Killian the gardens? It will be another hour or so before dinner will be ready and I'm sure you two don't want to hear a bunch of old people talk politics," Snow said with a sweet smile.

Emma smiled back at her mother and sweetly smiled at Killian as he looked over at her. He took her hand and wrapped it around his arm and walked towards the garden. As they walked around the garden in silence the sun was beginning to set.

Emma decided she would break the silence. "I gather that your sailing has been well or should I say pirating?" She smirked at him as she looked up to see his reaction. A smile formed at the corner of his mouth. She studied his face as he answered. He had those rugged good looks just like his father. Hook was devilishly handsome for an old pirate. Killian looked just like him down to the dark hair and the dreamy blue eyes. The only difference is Killian had his left hand and of course he's much younger. She realized as she came out of her daze that Killian was looking at her funny.

"Are you ill?" Killian asked with a strange look on his face.

She shook her head, "No, I'm sorry my mind was elsewhere. What did you say?"

Killian smiled a crooked smile, "I didn't think you were paying attention m'lady. As I was saying, we don't really plunder and steal these days, mostly gamble and deals. As my parents are friends with yours, we try to stay out of trouble as much as we can."

"But it must be so exciting to travel the realms," Emma said as they stopped at a small pond. She sat down on a bench and Killian sat beside her.

"It is," he said and looked over at her. "You should sail with us some time."

Emma smiled at him, "I would love too!" Her smile quickly faded away, "But I'm afraid that my father won't let me." She looked down at the ground and pouted.

Killian noticed the clouds forming in the sky. "Excuse me princess but can we avoid getting sad," he said and pointed to the sky.

He reached his hand out in front of her and it was closed. She looked at it as he opened his hand to produce a beautiful pink lotus flower. She gasped in shock and looked up at him.

"A beautiful flower for a beautiful princess," Killian said as he put it in her hair.

"I didn't know you could do magic," Emma said.

"Aye, m'lady. Just as you, I'm a product of true love," Killian said.

"But your power is different from mine," she said. "I can control the weather and lately if I concentrate hard enough I can make things move." She looked at the chair across from them and before he knew it, it was up in the air.

"Fantastic," he said in awe.

"Princess...Sir, dinner is ready," a servant said as the chair dropped.

Killian stood up and held out his hand to Emma, she took it and they walked arm and arm to the dining room.

They sat staring at each other for most of dinner as their parents talked and laughed. After dinner they were all in the study. Killian and Emma sat next to each other and their parents continued to talk.

Killian took Emma's hand, "Shall we go out to the balcony, m'lady?"

She smiled and nodded. They stood looking out at the moon and Emma noticed Killian staring at her.

She looked at him, "What?"

Killian smiled. "I hoped that I could be your escort to the ball?"

Emma smiled and felt her face redden, "Yes," she practically whispered.

The stood on the balcony until it was time to retire for the night. KIllian and his parents were staying in the castle while they were visiting.

Emma was sitting at her vanity brushing her hair when she heard a muffled scream coming from the hall. She quietly opened her door and stepped out when she heard it again she pulled out her dagger that her father gave her for an early birthday present. She tip toed down the hallway and the screams were coming from Killian's room. She quietly opened his door and he was in bed tossing and turning. Yelling out at someone named Pan.

"Killian," Emma whispered as she reached out to touch his arm. "Killian," she said again when her hand finally grabbed his arm.

He jerked awake and grabbed her arm tight.

Emma gasped at the pain. "Killian, you're hurting me," she said.

Killian looked shocked and quickly let her go. "Emma, I'm sorry," he said as he sat up. "Did I hurt you?" He asked as he looked at her arm.

"I'll be ok," Emma said she rubbed her arm. "Are you ok? That must've been some nightmare." She poured him a glass of water and handed it to him before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Aye, been having the same one since I turned eighteen," he said as he rubbed his forehead and took a drink of water.

"May I ask what it was about?" Emma asked as she took the glass from him and set it on the night stand.

"I don't even know," he said as he shook his head.

"You yelled out a name," Emma said, "Pan."

"Pan? I don't even know a Pan," he said. He froze and looked at Emma. "My mom has talked about a Pan. Peter Pan."

"Peter Pan? I've heard my parents talk about him briefly," Emma said.

"He's a demon of sorts according to my father," Killian said with a smirk.

"Having childhood nightmares at 21 are we?" Emma joked. Killian snickered and gave her a playful look. Emma smiled back at him and got up to leave. She turned to him, "Should I leave on a night light?" She snickered.

"Ha ha ha princess," Killian said from the bed.

"Good night, Killian," Emma smiled before walking out of the room.

"Good night, my princess," Killian said as she walked out.

Emma leaned against her door after she shut it. She took a couple of deep breaths trying to calm her heart. She had to be strong like her mother not weak like most of the girls she knew.

She crawled back in bed and for the first time since they started planning her ball she was actually excited about it.

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