He squinted at the form. Perhaps Emma was right and he did need glasses, although after a few centuries of existence it was a bit of an adjustment to acknowledge that father time might be catching up to him. He frowned. There was no damn reason for printing to be this small.
Name
Easy enough. Killian Jones.
Date of Birth
The year of King Edward, Seventeen something or other wouldn't fit in the line or be found acceptable. What year was Swan born? Hmm, 1983. He could work with that. He jotted down September 15, 1981. He could pass for two years her elder.
SSN
What in hell was an SSN? There were spaces and dashes, a bit like a phone number, but not quite. The second space was shorter than the first. Hmm. He'd get help from Emma with that later.
Current Address
He grinned and proudly jotted in the information for their shared domicile. Swan House. Captain Swan house. Swan Jones house. Whatever anyone called it didn't matter, only that it was theirs.
Estimated Net Worth
Four thousand eight hundred and seventy five doubloons? Bloody hell, he'd have to ask Emma about that one, too.
Beneficiary
Miss Emma Swan. He included all of her information as well as he could. She could check it over and make any necessary adjustments, as well the mysterious SSN entry. He mentally filed that field under Some Strange Number and let it go for now.
Relationship to insured
He didn't suppose that True Love would pass inspection. Savior was also not an option. He jotted in Life Partner. That would do.
Next of Kin
He stared at the line, at a loss. Anyone who could have been called family had long since passed. There was no father or mother or brother, and there had never been a son or daughter. There was his crew and Emma.
Next of Kin
At times he felt the weight of his years on this earth. All of the people he'd known and cared for over the span of his existence who had moved in and out of his life, and yet there was nobody he could claim on this ridiculous piece of paper.
Next of Kin
Who did a century's old pirate claim as family, to speak for him when he would not be able to speak for himself? His closest crewman was Smee, and he hadn't seen the man in ages, and barely trusted him at that. Henry was almost a son to him, but still a lad who didn't need this extra burden of responsibility.
Next of Kin
He wrote the name, bold and sure, and signed the bottom of the form with a flourish.
Emma returned home just then, and he handed her the contract, watching her eyes as she scanned down the page. She mumbled something about using an old contact to get him a social security number, so the Some Strange Number puzzle was solved, and she lifted a flirty eyebrow his way over the Life Partner entry, and then read down to the bottom. She took a quick breath and then looked at him, her eyes wide and a bit misty.
"Really?" she said.
"Who else could it be?" he told her.
She dropped the paper and reached for him, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling her face into his neck. "I remember when you two couldn't stand each other," she said.
His lips found her soft hair. "I was a bit much at first."
"You were."
This woman had brought him more than love. Home and family were things he thought he'd never have. And now, after lifetimes of chasing the hollow call of revenge, he'd found his life and his future, and even a brother.
Captain Hook's next of kin was Prince bloody Charming.