A/N: I don't know. It's been stuck in my head. All mistakes are mine. This was written in the hour before class started.

It had been three days.

She didn't move. To a casual observer she may as well have been dead save for the steady rise and fall of her chest and the occasional blink of her eyes. For three days she has laid there, immobile. She didn't eat she didn't sleep.

Three. Days.

It's not as if people didn't try to rouse her. Every so often someone would sit next to her softly calling, "Emma?" They would stroke her hair, or bring her hot cocoa, but still she lay motionless. Unfeeling. Uncaring.

They had brought her back to her mother's small apartment after it had happened. She had stripped her blood stained clothes off her body and let the hot shower wipe the tears away from her face, sobbing into the cold tile wall. After, she changed into her soft cotton pj's and lay down on her parents bed.

She hadn't moved since.

Her eyes slowly glanced towards the clock. 2AM. She felt a sudden pull, and urge. The apartment was silent as she sat up in bed, careful not to wake her parent, her brother, or her sleeping son. They all refused to leave the apartment; to leave her since it happened.

She stood up slowly, grabbing her shoes from beside the door where she had last thrown them. She reached for her jacket, but her fingers grasped his. The last place he had left it before…

Emma quietly exited the apartment and made her way down the main road, her eyes glancing about. Everything felt different, but it all looked exactly the same. She made her way to the water and sat at it's edge, her feet dangling over the dock. She looked down into the water below, it's murky black depths giving away none of it's secrets.

She knew he was behind her. She had known he had followed her from the apartment. He sat down next to her, but didn't speak; didn't reach out a hand to comfort her. They sat there like that for a while until…

"He loved the water." Emma said hoarsely, her voice like rocks having not spoken in three days. Her father glanced over at her but said nothing.

"It was his home. We… we talked about going to find the Jolly Roger after all this... " Her voice faltered, tears pricking her eyes. "after all this was over…"

David put a hand on her back, rubbing in soothing motions, silently urging her to go on.

"He gave up his ship for me." She whispered. "Did you know that?" Finally looking at her father. He was silent, staring out at the water." "He traded it… to get back to me. He traded his ship… for me. And I never…"

"He knew you loved him, Emma." Her father finally spoke, looking over at her. Concern shining bright in his eyes.

"Did he?" she whimpered, tears trailing down her cheeks. "All I did was push him away. Time after time. He traded his ship for me and I never got to tell him…." She trailed off on a sob, leaning into her fathers shoulder. David wrapped her up in his arms and let her cry.

A short while later Emma lifter her head from her father's tear soaked shirt. She pulled a ring out of the leather jacket she had wrapped around her; her fingers playing idly with it. The gem encrusted on the front twinkled in the moonlight.

"Dad?" she whispered.

"Yes Emma?"

"Take me home. Please." She wouldn't look at him, her eyes focused on the ring in her hands.

David got to his feet, helping Emma to hers. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, his hand slowly rubbing away the chills on Emma's arm. They walked along the docks back to her mother's apartment. Back to her life. A life that she no longer knew how to live.

Neither saw the man in the shadows watching them, the moon glinting off of his hook.