So here we are again as I start my second fic... I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

"HAVE A NICE SWIM CAPTAIN"

Ursula's voice rang out across the open sea as Killian hit the water with enough force to knock the wind straight from his lungs, his chest seized up and refused to move. He floated just below the surface in a stupor, all coherent thoughts gone but just as suddenly as his breath had left him it tried to return when he unconsciously tried to drag in air to his oxygen starved lungs. Instantly coming back to reality as the freezing cold water surged down his throat.

He burst through the surface coughing like a dying dog, arms flailing wildly looking for something, anything to hold on to. He dipped back below as what seemed to be a huge waved washed over him. Surging back up, launching himself high above the surf he was just in time to see that it was not a true wave but the wake from his very own ship. He watched in horror as the Jolly moved further away, the damned sea witch had taken her after he had only just managed to bring her back into his possession.

He unexpectedly dipped beneath the surface again, the weight of his leather jacket was proving to be too much, it felt like it had doubled in weight and was perpetually dragging him towards the sea bed. He knew that he needed to lose it now or he would never make it back to shore. It was awkward as hell but he managed to struggle his way out of it and just as black dots were starting to dance in his vision he broke the surface gasping for breath once more.

Treading water he gave a very wet cough as he tried to get the last of the sea water from his lungs, Gods it was cold. He gave a shiver as the cold tendrils of the sea wound their way towards his very soul, he needed to get out of the water as soon as possible or he was going to freeze to death.

He could see the docks in the distance, the witch must have taken him further out before throwing him overboard. With a sigh he struck out for shore but before too long he realized two things, one he needed to lose his shoes, they were filling with water and making it difficult to make any headway and two, he seemed to be caught in an ebb and no matter how hard he swam, although getting closer to shore he was getting further from the town.

He shucked his shoes and tried to gather his thoughts, the cold was making it really hard to concentrate, his teeth chattered uncontrollably as he searched for the shoreline again, the last thing he needed was to start swimming in the wrong direction, eyes locking with the tree line he kicked off once more, determination flowing through him with every stroke.

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Emma burst through Gold's cabin door and stalked calmly across the floor to stand in front of August, keeping Cruella in her sights at all times.

"I'm here for my friend" she said

"So the savior found us, did she?" Cruella sneered back

Cruella seemed to pull a gun from nowhere and aimed it straight at Emma's head, working on instinct alone Emma raised her arms into a defensive pose and readied herself for what was about to come but in the next instance Cruella slumped to the floor as a resounding clang echoed through the cabin. Her Mom stood where Cruella had been seconds before, a frying pan clutched in her hand.

"Nice one Mom" Emma praised as she lowered her arms.

"Well, first thing you learn as a bandit, back door's usually unlocked" She replied with a curt nod

Emma moved back to August, concern flooding her as she took in his appearance.

"August are you OK? Did they hurt you?"

"I'll survive" he sighed out in a relieved tone.

Her Dad moved quickly and untied her friend from the chair, August gave her a smirk as she crouched in front of him, he looked tired but otherwise alright.

"It's good to have you back" she smiled "Even if it isn't the way things were... supposed to be. I'm glad I didn't have to wait 20 years to see you as you again"

"Me Too" August replied with a chuckle

"Come on let's get you out of here"

Emma grinned widely and stood up, turning to leave only to come face to face with Ursula as she stood in the doorway to the cabin.

"No one is going anywhere" the witch commanded

"Where the hell is Hook?" Panic rose quickly in Emma "What'ya do to him?"

Ursula circled around her to come into the room, a smirk firmly on her face.

"Sorry sweetheart, your boyfriend is Shark bait"

What? What had she done? Emma's heart raced in her chest, she had to find him. Panic changed to anger, her features grew dark as the rage bubbled inside her. Ursula took a tentative step backwards, a glint of fear in her eyes.

"WHAT... DID... YOU...DO?" Emma grit out

But the witch made a move that no one was prepared for, one of her long tentacles snaked out and grabbed her Mom by the throat.

"NO" a chorus of voices rang out

"Back off" Ursula snarled.

Emma's rage grew, she could feel her magic crackling just below the surface, threatening to escape her at any second. Sparks jumped ominously from her fingertips but Ursula just tightened her grip around Mary-Margaret's throat and grinned widely

"It seems our savior still has not got full control of her magic, especially when it comes to the ones she loves. Pity, if I'd known earlier I might not have disposed of the Pirate so quickly. Don't worry, he didn't suffer...too much. I have to say it was quite amusing to watch him get his ship back in one minute then be thrown overboard in the next"

Ursula's roar of laughter was cut off abruptly as a white pulse shot from Emma's hand without her consent and struck her right on her forehead, the witches eyes rolled into the back of her head and he simply tumbled backwards landing on the floor in a heap. Mary-Margaret lurched forward rasping in great lungfuls of air as David caught her.

"What did you do?" August asked, eyes wide in wonder.

"I have no idea, and right now I don't have time to care. We need to find Hook. Dad we need to organize a search, can you get Leroy to gather the dwarves and meet us down at the docks. We need boats in the water and search teams along the shore line ASAP. I'm going to lock this bitch up, if she comes too before I get her to the station she WILL tell me where Hook went in the water or so help me God, she won't know what has hit her."

David and Mary-Margaret rushed from the cabin, they had a Pirate Captain to find. Emma just prayed that he was alright, she knew that he always said that he was a survivor but her worry would not leave until she found him... she needed to find him. She stared at the witch by her feet, August coming up to her side.

"Need a hand?" he asked her with a soft smile

"How about two" she grit out "Grab her legs"

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Killian was exhausted, his strokes had become little more than thought as the cold water stole away his strength. He fell beneath the surface of the water for what felt like the millionth time, the only thing bringing him back to himself was another involuntary lungful of water. Breaking the surface he coughed and retched as the sea water went down his gullet, he could feel it sitting heavily in his stomach adding nausea to his already miserable state.

He couldn't do it, he didn't have the strength to carry on. He now floated on his back with his eyes closed, he was shivering so hard that it seemed to be stealing his breath away, he could no longer feel his arms or legs and knew that it would not be long before he lost consciousness, it looked like the seas that he had sailed for centuries would finally claim his soul.

"You promised me, you told me that I didn't need to worry about you, you told me that the one thing you were good at was surviving, were you lying to me?" Emma's voice popped into his foggy brain.

"Never L've" he slurred back but that's where it ended, he just didn't have the energy to say anymore.

"Everybody I have ever been close to has left me... Please don't leave me too" A picture of her heartbroken face appeared in his head, tears streaming down her face and it was too much, he had to make this better.

"I'll be a'righ' L've, I prom'se" he managed to slur as he started to move his limbs once more, trying in vain to reach the shore.

In minutes he was back to floating again, completely oblivious to his surroundings. He bobbed along without direction now caught in the tide that was slowly pulling him into shore. Images flitted through his brain of moments in his life, good times and bad alike but the Pirate didn't stir, he no longer shivered, too cold even for that.

He felt something touch his head, at first he thought that he had imagined it but in seconds it happened again. He reached out blindly trying to push whatever it was away but it was pretty solid, his hand too cold to send any kind of message to his brain left him with no other option, he had to open his eyes and look. He craned his head and squinted against the light, there in front of him was a giant fallen tree, it had obviously not been in the water too long as the bark was still intact and there were still needles on the the few remaining branches that had not been broken off by the harsh seas.

A rush of adrenalin kicked in as he realized that he could use this to his advantage, he twisted himself back onto his front and reached out to grab the nearest branch put he quickly found that his hand was too cold to allow him to hold on. He was so close to being able to help himself but now his own damned body was betraying him. He looked up, trying to figure out a way to hold on and could only come up with one answer. With herculean strength he lifted his hooked hand from the water and smashed it into the trunk of the tree where it wedged itself and stayed.

The tree gave a lurch as the first wave from the shore caught hold of it, lifting it high before dropping in back down with the Pirate still firmly attached to it's side. He managed to give a tired grin, he was caught in the tide now, it was only a matter of time before he, along with the tree hit the shore. A bigger wave caught him by surprise, sending water crashing into his face leaving him gasping for breath once more but before he had time to recover another one hit and another. All to quickly Killian realized his mistake, he had attached himself to the tree with no way of freeing himself and now the tree was being thrown about in the surf.

He tried to yank his arm free but it was well and truly stuck, another wave hit him and he disappeared below the surface again as the tree rolled. He had no time to think as the next wave hit and the tree rolled the opposite way, a searing pain streaked through him as he felt his shoulder wrench from it's socket. His heart was slamming against his ribs as he tried to get his bearings but the waves just kept on coming and when he felt the unmistakable raw agony of his left forearm snapping just above his brace it was too much and he descended into darkness, unaware of the damage that the waves and tree were inflicting on his already battered body.

Finally the tree came to rest in a small cove just south of the town, the Pirate lay at an impossible angle, hook still wedged in the tree, the rest of his body half on the sand half still caught in the tide as it slowly receded. His body was hypothermic, broken and bloodied but he was still alive, he had made a promise, a promise that he intended to keep whether he was conscious or not, so far he had managed it but his journey had only just began, he lay there unknowing of his fate as a ray of sunshine broke through the clouds and shone down upon his battered form.

So as we all know I do like a bit of a cliffhanger so here is the first of many lol