Writer's Note: I'm trying out a new fanfic with Hook and Emma. Let me know what you think by reviewing and if I should continue this story. I have the next few chapters already typed up in case that I do continue. Enjoy the story!

Chapter 1

Emma Swan was your typical princess in the Enchanted Forest. She was the daughter of Prince Charming and Snow White; meaning that she had a lot of expectations to live up to. Her parents expected her to become the next Queen when they passed the crown on to her. Deep down, Emma was not ready to become Queen yet. She was only in her early twenties. She wanted to go on adventures and to see the world; not worry about her duties when she became Queen or who her potential husband could be. Thankfully her parents would never put her in an arranged marriage situation. They had told her their stories from their past of how they almost never got together because of their stepparents. They knew that the best thing was to never allow Emma to experience the same situation when she met the right one. For Emma, love was the last thing on her mind. She was hardly allowed outside of the castle unaccompanied without her parents or a guard. She was very protected; but she understood why. There was still danger lurking in the kingdom. King George, the Evil Queen, giants, dark wizards, and more. Charming and Snow just wanted to keep her safe and not lose her.

There was one afternoon where Emma had enough. Her parents had left the previous day for business travels. The castle was completely empty and eerily quiet. There was hardly anything for her to do around the castle. She could go horse-back riding, but she was still taking lessons from her father. She did not feel brave enough to attempt riding her horse without him nearby. Emma put her messenger bag over her shoulder and placed a few items inside: a drawn out map of the village outside of the castle and a small sack of doubloons to purchase the items on her list. She put the Swan necklace around her neck, the one her parents gave her as a birthday present when she was young, and she put her hooded cloak on; she was ready. Sneaking around the castle came natural to her. Emma had the stealth skills that Snow obtained. She knew the castle inside and out so if there was a guard or servant nearby, she would be able to hide or go another route towards her exit.

After a few secretive maneuvers, Emma quietly sneaked out of the back entrance to the castle and walked along the edges of the forest to stay hidden from sight. If a guard had spotted her, she would never hear the end of it from her parents of how unsafe and idiotic it was to leave the castle without someone by her side. Her heart was beating fast from disobeying them. All she knew was that she needed to get to the village and back to the castle as quickly as she could. The blonde reached into her bag and pulled out the map as she walked towards the village. It did not take long before she reached the edge of the small town. She walked down the main street, blending in with a simple dress that she typically wore on days like today where she had no princess duties to worry about. Her eyes glanced between both sides of the street and took in all of the sights. There was a flower shop with some of the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen. The roses and lilies were always a favorite to her. Not too much farther down the street was a fabric shop; her first stop. She walked inside and ran her fingers over the soft fabrics on the shelves. There were several patterns that she could choose from. She settled on a pale blue damask pattern and got the correct measurements so her seamstress could help her put together a dress for her. Emma exited the fabric shop while placing the fabric in her bag when a scent attracted her attention. It was a bakery with a heavenly scent. She crossed the street and entered the shop. Her eyes scanned over the delicious looking pastries that the kind baker gratefully filled her in on what each of them was. There were so many that she had a difficult time picking just one. The baker saw her trouble with choosing and handed her a small box. He told her to choose a few pastries that she wanted to try most. She gave a thankful nod and placed a few macaroons and other cream filled desserts in her box. Emma could hardly help her grumbling stomach and also purchased a freshly baked baguette. She stood outside of the baker and placed the box of pastries in her now almost filled up bag as she tried to figure out a way to get the piece of bread inside also. At the corner of her eye, she saw a couple of kids looking into the bakery. She looked over at them and she could tell they were going hungry. Emma broke the baguette into thirds and bent down to their level. She gave two of the pieces to the kids and smiled when she saw their wide and grateful smiles. Emma stood back up and began her walk back to the castle. The sun would be setting soon and she needed to get back.

Emma walked past the pub and did not notice the mysterious stranger lurking in the shadows of the alleyway. She was too busy snacking on her piece of bread to notice that he was now following her with a friend of his. She had just gotten out of the village and into the outskirts of the forest when the sound of a stick breaking sent chills down her back. Their presence was now known to her as she quickened her walking. With one glance over her shoulder, she looked forward and began running to escape them. She could see the castle in view. She was almost there. Suddenly, she saw one of the men appear in the forest ahead of her; he was faster than her. Emma looked behind her and saw the other man was catching up. She looked around for a way to escape. Emma thought about the stories her mother told her of when she was a bandit surviving in the forest. A thought popped into her head as she ran in the opposite direction of the men. She could hear them running after her as she found a tree that could hide her in the treetops. Emma climbed up into the tree and disappeared from sight. She stilled her movements to keep her hiding spot unknown. She could see the men below through a break in the leaves. They were looking everywhere for any sign of her before they decided on a direction. Once she made sure that they were gone, she carefully climbed down from the tree and hurried towards the castle. She almost made it out of the forest when all of a sudden; a net lifted her off of the ground and into the air. The two men appeared below her, laughing that they caught her. Emma put up a fight to defend herself when they lowered her. They were stronger than her and held her still. She could feel them typing her hands behind her back and a handkerchief placed over her mouth. Emma continued to struggle in an attempt to get away. Deep down, she knew there was no way that she was going to get out of this situation. She could hear her parent's voices in her head saying that they told her so and how much trouble she was going to be in.

The next thing that she knew, the two men had carried her towards the docks in a bag. She could hear them call for their Captain to come see what treasure they had found. Her instincts told her that they had recognized her as the princess. Her heart was racing as she thought about what could happen to her. What were these people capable of? Who was their Captain? Would there be any way possible to get home or be rescued? Her thoughts were interrupted as she was dumped out of the bag and onto the floor. Emma looked around to see that she was on a ship. The crew members that had gathered were laughing and cheering over their shipmates' finding. She saw at the corner of her eye, two black leather shoes walk closer to her. Emma looked up to see a man, who she presumed was their Captain. His outfit was made entirely of black clothing; black leather pants, a black shirt with a black vest, and a large black coat. He had dark brown hair, mustache, beard, and blue eyes that matched the color of the sea. He wore several jewels to accent his appearance. She suddenly realized that she must have been on a pirate ship. Her fear was growing as she recalled stories she heard about the pirates on the outskirts of the kingdom. He was looking down at her and looking her over. Her fear apparently amused him.

"What do we have here, mates?" he said as he chuckled along with his shipmates. It was Killian Jones; also known as his colorful nickname, Captain Hook.