Hi everyone! I'm starting this new fan fiction because a lot of people who read my others Tories say that they like Once Upon A Time. Well guess what? So do I! It absolutely my favrotie show so I decided to write this because the idea has been floating around in my head since I first saw Captain Swan. Anyways I hope that you guys enjoy and leave comments below!
"Land Ahoy!"
Captain Hook used his only good hand to lift his telescope to his dark eyes. His crew was struggling around him, trying to land the anchor and tie the sails to the post. With a smirk, Hook grabbed onto the side of the Jolly Roger and jumped down, scaring his crew to surround him in an orderly circle. "Alright mates! This is our time to fight! Our time to win! We must do this for my brother, our faithful captain! May he rest in peace!" The crew followed with a loud and massive aye and then went back to their duties they needed to do. Watching all of them work, Hook felt a sad pang in his chest. It had only been a few months after his brother had died from poison. Only a few months with Hook as captain. Only a few months in their search for Peter Pan. They had traveled many realms and invaded many villages with no avail to the real hiding place of the devil child. Neverland seemed to be nonexistent now, only a terrible memory that clouded Killian's mind every time he closed his eyes. Instinctively, he reached for his hand to find the cold metal loop of his hook. It had happened a few days ago, after an unsuccessful jousting with Rumplestiltskin himself. The pain Killian felt without a hand nor his brother haunted him everyday.
Pulling away from the evil lurking within him, Hook glanced at the slowly growing island. It looked like it was covered in trees, enough trees so that his crew could safely be covered. The ship moved closer and closer and Hook felt sicker and sicker. Something wasn't right. The first thing he noticed was the eerie quiet that surrounded the Jolly Roger. Not a gust of wind or a swaying of the large palm leaves. Nothing. His crew noticed the same thing and eyed the captain wearily. A plump small man, slowly approached the captain, fixing his crooked sagging hat. "Uh captain, are...are you sure we should land here? Something doesn't feel right."
Hook faced Mr. Smee with authority in his eyes, masking the fear he felt on the inside. "We shall continue on Mr. Smee. Whatever we encounter, we can handle it." Turning towards the helm, Hook gripped it with his good hand and changed course to make the ship face directly to the island with his hook. "Get ready to fight men. We shall prevail and stay on this island!" With loud cheers the crew gathered their courage and weapons, poised to fight. Looking at these strong men gave Killian courage so with a quick call out to his crew to lower the anchor, the Jolly Roger landed with a soft thud against the sand of the island.
No one dared to move. Standing in their fighting positions they surveyed the area until they were sure that they were safe. "It's alright! Time to get off the ship and set up shelter!"
That was the last thing Hook said before a loud squeaking noise filled his ears and his entire crew, Killian included, was knocked out cold to the wooden floor of his ship. As his eyes started closing, a figure moved in front of Hook, blocking the sunlight off of his face.
"Welcome to my island, boys."