Hello there fellow oncers! This is my first ever fanfic so bear with me! I'm also Swedish and sixteen years old so if I get some small grammatically things wrong that's why. Still it's no excuse, I'm aware of that.
NOTE: "Once Upon A Time" and the characters are not mine and the song lyrics that I've used to "base" my story upon are not mine either, they are written by the lovely Mumford and Sons. Go listen to the wonderful song, Broken Crown.
Touch my mouth and hold my tongue
I'll never be your chosen one
Killian looked down the road and swallowed hard. Was he really going to do this? His innocent seven year old brain fought against right and wrong. What was right and wrong anyway? For a boy who grew up in a small village, living with his drunk dad and older brother, the sense for right and wrong were a bit twisted, but this he knew was very wrong. His older brother had always protected him from his fathers rage but today Liam hadn't been there.
Killian didn't want to do it and tears came to his eyes when his father whispered into his ear that this was what he had to do to stay alive. The little boy of course believed his father, but he still didn't want to.
"Killian," said the father softly with a voice sweet as sugar but full of venom, "you only have to walk into the store and take the loaf of bread, nothing serious,"
Killian looked upon his father with fear in his eyes, feeling worse than before.
"Why must I do it?" he asked with the tears still running over his cheeks.
"Because, boy, I say so. Now stop being a little coward and do this for me," said Killian's father and before the boy knew it he had been slapped across his face with his father's big hand.
The door slammed behind Hook as he left the small cottage. He was furious and sadly, he had been betrayed, again. Why were people always using his anger and revenge to get what they wanted? But this time he only had himself to blame and that he did. Why would Cora, of all people, actually help him? It had been too good to be true.
He hurried through the mass of people that walked around the small harbour village where Cora had told him to meet her. His rage was boiling inside of him; most people stayed out of his way as he angrily made his way through the village to, of course, the pub.
You would've thought that after more than 300 years of seeking his revenge he would be able to take these let downs soundly but there was this rage and pain inside of him that always sipped through after even the smallest let down. He had never learned the art of letting things go and his memories haunted him.
At last he reached the pub door to "Boast On- pub." He opened it; the smell of alcohol, fear and restless nights reached him, his shoulders came down a bit. He walked over to the bar and leaned against the counter. He could feel the whole bar's eyes on him as he ordered his beloved rum without really looking. Or actually, the eyes weren't on him but on his hook. He turned around and saw nearly whole the bar looking, steering at him as he held up his hook.
"Is there a problem?" He asked the crowd softly, voice dripping with irony, as he reached his eyebrows. The people of "Boast On- pub" slowly turned around again and so did Hook. When he was turned against the counter again a sweet face met his.
He had seen this woman before, but where? His brain started to work on its highest pace as he fought with his memories. It was hard sometimes, to keep every memory of his over 300-year long lifetime in check. Where had he seen this face before? It was important, she was important. The girl, or the woman, who stood behind the counter with his glass of rum, now started to give him a weird look.
"Are you sure you're not the problem?" she said, referring to what he had said earlier when he still didn't make any move to take the rum. His right eyebrow lifted without him thinking about it when he returned to reality.
"Aye, sure you want to say those nasty words to a pirate, lass?" He could see that the blonde woman fought a smile and for some reason he liked it. His rage was nearly gone by now; replaced by this face he recognised somewhere deep inside of him. She was a beautiful woman, he could see that and if it wasn't that he recognised her face he would already had began flirting with her as that was what he normally did.
The woman handed him his drink and he took a sip of it. Ah, the taste of seas and salty oceans went down his throat. He took a closer look of the woman in front of him as she took another one's order.
"Hey, lass, do I know you?" he called out as she poured beer into a cup for a bearded man. She threw a look over her shoulder catching his eye.
"No, you don't." She continued with helping the other costumers while Hook stood there thinking. He decided to call out again: "Atl east tell me your name, love."
She looked over at him again, this time stopping. Her eyes looked tired and old suddenly. "Why would I tell you my name, pirate?"
"Well, maybe I'll tell you my name if you're so kind to let me know yours," he replied, raising his eyebrows and working the whole now-just-be-a-good-little-girl-look.
She sighed, "My name is Emma, if it's so important to you."
Emma. It couldn't be? Emma. Well, she looked like that Snow White princess and damn it if this Emma didn't look like that Snow White's husband too. Hook was starting to get excited now. Maybe he did have some luck left after all.
He swept his rum as a plan slowly began to form in his head. This could be the way of him finally getting to Rumplestiltskin. Only thinking the name of the Dark One sent a shiver of disgust and anger down the pirate's spine.
The pretty Emma may have to go, but she didn't even cross Hook's mind that was now only was filled with thoughts of revenge. He turned to Emma again, turning on his most charming smile.
"So Emma… I can see your work here is quite… boring. Why not come and work out at sea for a change?" She looked at him with disbelief and something else that Hook couldn't set words on.
"Why would I ever follow a pirate like you to the sea?"
"I can see through you and I can see, Emma.. that you want to sail the world, see the world with your own eyes, not just sit here all day and night, watching old and drunk sailsmen drink their thoughts away. You want more, am I wrong?"
Emma Swan had been waiting for this moment. She knew better than to trust this pirate. She could feel that something was off, but she wanted to see the world, to get out of the "Boast On- pub" and see the world. Emma was very tired of the same old routines and it all reminded her too much of her past. She wished to settle down somewhere, but here would never be good enough; she had too many memories.
Emma smiled for the gorgeous, dark haired pirate, a smile both real and fake. "That would be… nice." Her smile was big and it felt very fake but the pirate didn't seem to notice so she continued to keep the smile on her face.
The pirate turned around, causing his long leather coat to fly around him like the tail of a bird.
"Come to the docks early tomorrow morning, love. You'll see which ship is mine once you're there." The pirate said, throwing the words over his shoulder as he walked to the door.
His cocky tone was annoying but Emma tried to ignore it, trying to be the sweet (and a little bit stupid) girl as the pirate seemed to think she was.
"A name, pirate, you promised me a name. Who are you?"
As he stood in the door he turned his head to her one last time.
"Killian Jones, but most people have taken to call me by my more colourful moniker…" the pirate made a dramatic pause as he held up this left arm, "Hook." He winked at Emma as he left the pub, walking into the chilly evening.
Emma looked down at her feet and smiled. Now the adventure started.
Hook walked out of the pub with a smile on his lips. His thoughts were already planning the best way to use this Emma to get his revenge. Emma, the lost princess, the saviour of the kingdom in the EnchantedForest, was going on his ship next thing in the morning.
Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all; maybe this was the start of his revenge. Maybe, this was the start of the end of Rumplestiltskin.
As the pirate walked away in the evening to god knows where, he started humming quietly to a song he heard long ago.
"Oh, better far to live and die, under the brave black flag I fly, than play a sanctimonious part, with a pirate head and a pirate heart. Away to the cheating world go you, where pirates all are well-to-do; but I'll be true to the song I sing, and live and die a Pirate King."
