Prologue:
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Killian Jones took a deep, satisfied breath. Revenge was within his grasp, his cerulean eyes lit up with unmasked morbid glee at the mere thought of his revenge that he had spent the last 300 years or so desperately seeking. Now all he had to do was find this legendary Savior, using nothing but his instincts and a description that fit half the wenches he'd bedded in his lifetime (which if you knew him at all, then you would know that that was a lot).
Finding the Savior that was foretold to break the crocodiles curse would be difficult but it was necessary. Then he could enact his long-awaited revenge.
He blatantly refused to exact his vengeance on the man when he did not know who he was, he wanted the man down on his knees, pleading for forgiveness that he would never get. The bastard didn't deserve that luxury.
The only thing standing in his way this so-called Savior and the fact that she had yet to break this sodding curse that was protecting the crocodile. She was the key, she would break the curse then Cora would be reunited with her daughter and he would get revenge on his crocodile.
Cora.
At the mere thought of her his satisfied expression twisted into one of disgust. That was the downside to his quest; Her Majesty had him tending to her every need. Though he refused to be one of her lackeys, he begrudgingly did as she asked, knowing it would benefit him in the end. These days there was little he wouldn't do to get a chance at exacting his vengeance.
Unfortunately aligning himself with Cora was not among the items on the embarrassingly short list. Speak of the bloody devil, he watched as she made her way up the steps that lead below deck. "How are we progressing Captain?" she inquired with a sickly sweet smile stretching at her thin lips.
We? He thought scoffing inwardly at her false inquiry. "We are making good time Majesty." He managed to grit out with a sarcastic smile.
"Perfect." She said with a satisfied grin. She held up the clear shining bean up for inspection. Hook knew they were lucky to have found the rare bean that they now had in their possession.
It had been a treacherous journey, he had been forced to climb a bloody beanstalk and once he reached the top, he was expected to find a tiny bean amongst piles upon piles of gold and jewels, and guarded by a sodding giant no less. When he finally managed to outwit the savage giant and obtain the bean, his journey took an unexpected turn- the bean was petrified. He'd grabbed it quickly in his rush to escape the bloodthirsty giant and he didn't notice 'til he landed with a thud on the ground at the beanstalks base.
When he showed the measly object to Cora she didn't falter, saying it would only lengthen their trip slightly but it would not bring it to a complete stop.
After a quick trip to Lake Nostos, the bean was restored to its former glory and their quest was back on track. Bring them to their current predicament.
Killians' beloved ship, The Jolly Roger, was sailing toward a specific coordinate that Cora had charted the day before. Once they reached said location they would create their portal and travel to the Land Without Magic. Where the blasted curse had sucked all the Enchanted Forest inhabitants to. There, there would be no magic for the cowardice crocodile to hide behind.
The next day they reached their destination. Cora handed the transparent bean to Hook and he arched his good arm back then he launched it forward with as much force as he could muster. The bean went flying into faraway waters. They watched as the portal formed in the distance then Hook moved to the helm and set sail toward the swirling vortex.
The next morning when Hook strode on deck, Cora was hot on his heels. The night before they had discussed their plans, Hook was to go into the city and seek out the Savior and Cora was to stay and collect more information on the whereabouts of the dagger. They were nearing the large land that after hours upon hours of studying the strange map Cora had 'acquired' Hook had learned was called New York.
Along with the map, Cora had also obtained a strange set of clothing that he was to wear so as to fit in with the others in the foreign land. He quickly replaced his namesake for a stiff leather-clad wooden hand. Afterward he changed out of his former attire and into his new one. He instantly missed his leather, the little scrap of leather covering his false hand offered little comfort. But he knew this was necessary, Cora said that if he did this she give him the dagger, the only object that could kill Rumplestiskin, his crocodile.
Cora had cast an invisibility spell over his ship before they docked, so as not to attract unwanted attention. Once he stepped off his ship and onto the dock, he was quickly overcome by a nostalgic feeling at the prospect of leaving his beauty behind even if it was for a short time, and under Cora's careless reign no less. Despite this, he stepped off the docks and into the bustling city and hurriedly began his long search for the Savior.
A/N: Don't worry I know its short, but it's just a prologue! Trying to ease you guys into the fic. More importantly trying to ease myself into the fic. In case you couldn't tell, this is my first fic on and I'm still pretty new to all of this so please be gentle. This in unbeta'ed so sorry for any mistakes. Any constructive criticism or additional input will be greatly appreciated and put under consideration. Review please! I'd love to know what you guys think!