Hey guys! This is the story I have been so excited to write! I literally got the idea for this after watching "The Crocodile"! My first idea was simply Milah and Hook should have had a kid. As the show went on, my imagination grew and now here I am finally putting this on paper... uh... computer.
This story does include my absolute favorite OC I have created for Once Upon a Time and that is: Evelyn Jones/Joy Steph. This also does include my second favorite OC: Rose/Rosey. Their background is a bit confusing so I'm going to explain soon! One thing I must say is that these girls are NOT siblings. How they met and how they became like sisters will be explained in later chapter. Also who Rose really is will be explained.
This story will MOST LIKELY not make sense in the beginning. You have to keep reading to understand a few things!
And I want to say one more thing before I let you off to read! There are two people who helped me ALOT to develop this story and my characters and everything! So thank you to Rumbella and Madame Jasper! They are both amazing people with amazing ideas! THANK YOU GUYS!
But, yes, I hope you enjoy the story. I spent forever making up my mind and just writing the story so I truly hope you like it!
Be a dearie and REVIEW, ok? :)
-The Pirate Princess-
Evelyn. They named their daughter Evelyn.
Killian Jones probably hadn't slept in days. How could he? Half that time was filled with a crying newborn aboard his ship. The other half was a crying wife. But tonight it was silent. And he still couldn't sleep. The precious silence the ship finally had made Milah fall asleep in an instant. But the pure silence almost made Killian worry. Why was his daughter so silent? Milah told him earlier that day he was just being a first-time concerned father and that babies didn't cry all the time. But that didn't change his mind.
Killian seemed to be glancing at the cradle across the room every 5 seconds. His eyes flickered from Milah, to the ceiling and then to Evelyn again and again. He seemed to be waiting for a moment. A moment where Milah would stir awake, a moment for Evelyn to start crying. Of course, Killian didn't exactly want his daughter to cry. That would be cruel in his eyes. He just wanted to hear her sweet sound. He couldn't yet hear her small precious voice. But the closest thing to it was the girls soft whimper or loud cry.
The captain shook his head. He truly was up for no reason. Besides, he needed to catch up on sleep because of the lack he had been having the last few days. He had barely came to the conclusion that Milah was right and Evelyn did not have to cry all the time. Maybe it was true, He was just being a first time concerned father. Father. That's what he was. Killian allowed himself to shut her eyes for just a moment.
The new father had barely fallen asleep when Evelyn began to cry out softly. The pirates eyes seemed to shoot open at the sound. He shot from his bed and over to the cradle. There she was. That beautiful little girl. His beautiful little girl. Her very existence still amazed the pirate. Sure, him and Milah may have fallen in love but they never dreamed that a child this beautiful could come from that.
"Shh, love... shh." Killian cooed to his daughter softly, as he gently picked up the precious child from the cradle. For a moment, the pirate simply held her in his strong arms, making the child feel safe. He truly had never gotten over the love of holding her. He wasn't sure why, truly. No one knew actually. Maybe it was the fact that he was holding his daughter... his little girl.
Evelyn's crying seemed to die down a bit, but there was still a small whimper. The little girl felt so comfortable in her fathers arms. That seemed to be the only thing that got her to stop crying. Killian smiled a bit as the baby simply stared up at him, the remaining tears making her blue eyes glisten in the moonlight from the window. Blue eyes. Just like her father. He never got over that either, and he'll never let Milah forget it either. It seemed like he constantly reminded the mother of the child's dark hair, pale-ish skin and sea blue eyes. Killian knew that his daughter was a beautiful baby girl. "Of course she is!" He would always tell her, winking a bit at Milah, "... she looks like me, doesnt she?"
Killian gently moved to the rocking chair beside Evelyn's crib. The chair was designed for Milah, but Killian probably sat in it more. Evelyn shifted uncomfortably, and Killian instantly made a change in her position. He hated things like that. When his daughter felt pain or felt comfortable. It broke his heart to see his little girl that way. He shrugged it off though and gently rocked the child, hoping she would sleep.
The father gently hummed to the little girl,
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Milah always hated when Killian would sing that song to the little girl. She was always afraid that this would give Evelyn bad ideas and do the opposite of what she was told as child. Killian never saw this as a bad thing though. Somehow, he knew the girl would become and excellent pirate. It was simply in her blood.
In a matter of minutes, the child was fully asleep. But Killian just held her there, in his arms. He could've stayed like this forever, simply staring at his beautiful little girl. Evelyn shifted in his arms making him snap back into reality. His eyes started to burn from the lack of sleep. Killian shook off the feeling and gently set Evelyn back in her cradle. He was always so gentle with the precious baby. A lot of people thought the pirate wasn't even capable of being gentle and careful and even kind. But then again, it seemed as if Milah and Evelyn changed a lot of things about him.
Killian Jones was thought of to be nothing but a heartless, care free pirate. But his heart was reserved for more important things. His wife. His daughter. His family.
-The Pirate Princess-
"Bye, Joy!" 7 year old Rosey called to her older sister, running towards her elementary school. Joy, who was 16, only waved however, a sad smile on her face. Joy had been caring for her sister as long as she could remember, but she felt as if her care wasn't enough.
They both grew up in a poor family in the town of Storybrooke. They had lost their parents in a house fire when Rosey was only a baby. Sure, the two sisters have their uncle, but what good is he? He doesn't know how to take care of children! Coming from a poor family means no money. And Joy felt so horrible she could never get the things for her sister that other girls have.
Joy looked for a job, all day and occasionally at night. She would do anything to support her younger sister. Except for prostitution... Joy Steph would never sink that low. No one hires though. It seems as if a door will say "help-wanted" and the next moment someone snatches the job right from your fingers. Joy would break even more when Rosey would come home and ask for something... they couldn't afford.
But Joy wouldn't give up that easily. She had tried for what seemed like forever to find a job. And she would do it. She would support Rosey and make sure she is happy.
The teen shook her head and turned on heel to walk the opposite way of the school. There had to be someplace she could a job, right? Just a few extra dollars? Joy ignored the stares of people. You either thought one of two things about the Steph family. 1. They were a strong family - technically only Joy and Rosey. Their uncle was just there - or they were complete idiots. Many people thought the Stephs were wrong for not putting them both in an orphanage right after their parents had died. That is truly the only reason their uncle still lived with them. He was their "legal guardian" but in all honesty, Joy acted more as a gaurdian to herself and Rosey then their uncle ever could.
Joy learned to ignore the stares of people who thought that and taught Rosey to do that to. The last thing she wanted was for her sister to feel hated or unsafe in her own town. Joy just continued walking, glancing at every store and shop and workplace. Most she had looked at, others did not need extra hands.
Maybe now was the time to give up? Joy always told herself to never give up, but it seems as if that was the best option. There was no place for her here, no way for her to win. The teen shook her head quickly, collapsing on a park bench. She bit her lip to hold in her tears. Joy could vaguely remember promising Rosey that she would always care for her. She told her that they may be alone, but they were alone together. Joy placed her face in her hands, and now she was breaking that promise.
The teen's gaze moved up towards the town. Her eyes fell on a shop. She's heard of it before, but never truly noticed it until now. Maybe that was it, maybe that was what she needed to help her sister. Joy stood up instantly, fixing her self up. She shook off her feeling of hopelessness, pain and sorrow. Joy quickly made her way over to the shop but froze directly in front of the door.
Joy sighed, crossing her arms. She simply shut her eyes and entered the who slowly. The bell rang, making it impossible to slip by quietly. The teen huffed, observing the place. It seemed strange to her. Freaky, really. Joy shook her head at the eerie feeling the shop gave her. An old man entered the shop from his office, he seemed to create a small smirk on his face at the sight of Joy.
Joy raised a eyebrow. The man seemed familiar but she ignored it, and shrugged lightly. The teen simply assumed she had seen him from around and such. He must be... Mr. Gold! "Can I help you...?" Gold trailed off, as if looking for a name to say.
"Joy... my name is Joy Steph." Joy replied, taking a few steps forward. With every step her heart heated faster and things became more... frightening. Why was she so scared...? "... I was wondering if you... had any jobs available?" The words came from her mouth so... uncomfortably. Joy had a strange feeling she was not going to last here.
Gold suddenly got a look of distaste on his face, much to Joy's confusion. The man seemed to hesitate for a moment which made Joy feel even more nervous. The teen breathed heavily, there was no hope here. Gold smirked lightly, walking out from behind his desk and around Joy. Joy noticed he wasn't even looking at her. "Why would you want a job here, Ms. Steph."
Joy paused a moment, attempting to think of what to say exactly. It wasn't that easy but the teen sighed a little and then finally explained, "My sister... she's 7 and we... we... don't have that much money... I'm just looking for a way to support her and I." Joy quickly stopped her talking, if she hadn't the teen probably would have went on for hours.
"You have a sister...?" Gold asked, almost amused at her words. Joy stared at him both shocked and confused, "... what's her name?"
Joy sighed a little, lightly taken back by the question, "Her name is Rosey... D-Do you not believe me, sir?" She asked, crossing her arms.
Gold lost his amused look in an instant, nodding a bit, "Perhaps if I was to see your... sister... then maybe..."
"I get the job?!" Joy excitedly cut off the man, barely to keep herself from squealing or jumping for joy.
Gold only held a hand up to her, "We'll talk." She spoke through almost gritted teeth. Joy stuck her head up a little bit. What the hell is his problem? Joy asked herself.
-The Pirate Princess-
Evelyn Jones learned many things in her lifetime. Growing up on a pirate ship, most of those lessons were... well, not things a little girl should be taught. But Eve still grew up strong and proud. Proud to be a pirate. Proud to be a "pirate princess" as some crew members grew to call her. Poor girl used to hate the nickname, eventually it just stuck.
Though, there were some lessons that were never taught to this "pirate princess". Dealing with the loss of someone you loved is one. So when the time came for Eve to cope with the loss of her mother... she couldnt do it. Day in and day out, Evelyn was honestly depressed. She couldn't eat, couldnt sleep, at some point she gave up on crying because there were no more tears to cry. It was as if she was waiting for the moment where her mother to simply walk through her door... but that moment never came...
Occasionally, Evelyn would step onto the deck for a few minutes. Most of the time it was not by choice, but because her father had told her to. He had a hook now instead of his hand... and it freaked Eve out, to be completely honest. Though, she loved her father all the same. She heard him talk of revenge on Rumplestiltskin all of the time. Evelyn always wanted to tell him that it wont bring her back. It wasnt worth it. But the pirate princess could not find the words to say... the hook didnt help either. Obviously, Evelyn was angry that this man had taken her mother away but to have your whole life revolving around killing him... wasnt worth it. It wasn't worth it.
Neverland. Her father, his crew and Evelyn had made it to a place called Neverland. She absolutely hated the place. Too much happiness in the air during the hardest time of her life. Damn kids everywhere to push her around. They were orphans... was she one too? No... I still have daddy... But Killian rarely noticed Eve anymore. At least in her eyes. With her mother dead, and her father so wrapped around the idea that he would "skin the crocodile"... Eve felt alone. The pirate princess was alone.
Time after time, Killian - or now known as "hook" - would claim that they would leave soon. That was years and years ago. Evelyn hardly noticed however. You didnt age on Neverland... which was... good. She had made friends eventually... after the "lost boys" were done pulling her hair and pushing her in the water. All it took was her to say her name and they instantly stopped. Jones. The name was feared for some odd reason. Oh, yeah, because her father was Captain Hook... appearantly he was "evil"... Eve didnt think so... despite his constant want for revenge he was still her father... and she loved him so...
-The Pirate Princess-
"Bonne nuit, mon ange
C'est l'heure de fermer les yeux"
A little girl's voice echos through and empty cell. Her voice cracks and she is obivously weak. Sad and broken. The little girl is alone and scared.
"Et de mettre ces questions de côté pour un autre jour
Je crois savoir ce que tu me demandais
Je crois que tu sais ce que j'essayais de dire"
The girl sings a lulluby her mother used to sing to her. It gives her hope, that may be all she has left. And the little girl needs as much as she can get. She was born in a cell... she was told she would die in a cell. The girl was only five. Five years old. Too young to be riped away from her mother.
"Et tu devrais toujours savoir
Que où que tu puisses aller
Où que tu sois"
The girl's name is Rose. Her mother was captured by the queen before she was born. Rose never knew her papa, though she had heard stories. Rose and her mother were seperated... but they would find eachother again. No matter what... her mother would keep fighting for her.
"Je ne serai jamais très loin"
Um... yeah! I'm ok with how it turned out. Really short, I know. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer!
Can you guys guess who Rose is...? Like, who his her mother and papa and such? If you already know please dont say it! :)
The words at the end are in french. It is a french lulluby. Here is the english version:
Goodnight, my angel
Time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
I never will be far away
Keep an eye out for the next chapter! :)