Captain Emma stood at the front of the ship. She let the wind whip her hair and salty water sporadically splash her. She then let the moment pass, turning heel to her crew.
"Smee!" She called for her first mate. She came scrabbling to her feet.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Yes? That's captain to you." She said proudly, still having the wind whip her blond curls.
"Sorry captain. Would you need anything?" He asked a little shakily.
"Fetch my -" She was interrupted by a few excited noises, then decided to investigate by turning to see a Misthaven ship far off. She smiled.
"Boys, I think we have our next victim." She said, pointing.
"Full speed Smee. Full godamn speed." Emma said, using her devilish smile of hers. She headed off to her cabin, grabbing a sword in one hand and letting her hook fall to her side. She emerged from her cabin, realizing that they quickly approached the ship. Emma stormed off to the wheel, pushing Smee out the way realizing his mistake of going dead straight to them. She grabbed the wheel, pulling it drastically as she furrowed her brows. She plans to go around the ship, sneak up behind them.
"What the hell, Smee?" She yelled.
"Sorry captain." He said shakily. The other crew members sneered at the rambling sailor on the floor. Emma whiped her head of blond curls to the crew.
"You better stop sneering or I'll make you swab the damn deck, mates." She said, presenting her sword out in front of her to show her honesty. The crew instantly stopped sneering and got back to preparing to attack. Emma raised her hook to her face, admiring it's smooth turn and sharp tip. She smiled, gently turning the wheel to notches port, then one notch starboard. She slammed the sword into the wood, causing it to stay there, still. She ran her fingers over the symbol she had put there years ago teaching her first love Baefire how to sail. His heart was crushed in front of her, and ever since then she has sought the satisfaction of her hook in Rumplestiltskin's black, power hungry heart of his.
"Smee, get your ass up. Refill my rum flask. She said, holing her empty flask for him to take. He scrambled to his feet, doing so.
"Here you go captain." He said, out of breath and holding the flask for her to take. Emma took it, taking a swig. She turned the wheel sharply port.
"Ready boys?" Emma said with a smirk. They all raise their swords in agreement. The ship gets so close she can see yelling sailors. She directly puts the ship parallel to the Misthaven ship, letting her men hop the 2 foot gap and invade the ship. She was the last off her ship. She was unknown due to the fighting. She was stopped by a sword an inch away from her throat. She was calm.
"Captain...?" She said calmly.
"Liam." He growled. Emma swiftly ducked down and disarmed him. She tripped him and it was her turn to hold the sword to his throat. She smiled. Her pirates had already killed the crew. She plunged her sword forward, killling Liam.
"Get the gold, mates." She said in triumph. They smiled as they pleased their captain. Emma dropped her sword and fell by the captain. She did what she always does to a captain; she carves a swan into the flesh with her hook. She put under it E.S. The initials of her. She did this on his arm. She headed to the captain's log of Liam's ship. No body was in there. She saw a baby. He had brown hair. She walked to the baby holding her hook to it, then stopped. She could get ransom from this family. She smiled grabbing the baby. Roughly.
"Mates look what I found." She said, getting her crew's attention and smiling devilishly. She held the baby. She got confused looks.
"Ransom money." She snarled. The crew laughed in supporting manners. They all hopped back onto their own ship. She got into her room.
"It's a pirate's life for you." She said to the infant in her arms.
~Killian~
Killian waited at the docks. His brother was going to be back today. He was a Captain, even though Killian was just a peasant. He waited longer than he though he did. Then, he saw his ship. It was slow. When it reached dock, a man- No a teenager hopped of the ship with tears.
"I am the- the only one." He whimpered. Killian's heart dropped.
He saw his brother.
"Who.." He growled.
"Pir-Pirates." He said, falling to his knees. Killian hopped onto the ship and ducked to his brother. A slice to the throat. He grabbed his dead brother into his arms. That's when he noticed marks in his flesh. A swan. The two letters, E.S.
"Captain Emma." He growled. She was a well known pirate. Ruthless, neverless.
He released a breath he did know he was holding.
"I will, avenge you brother." He said, holding Liam close.
"The baby.." Killian said.
~Emma~
Emma pulled her hair into a ponytail. She put the baby in the bed of hers and laid with it, smiling. She instantly stopped when she realized she was. Emma soon fell asleep next to the tired baby. He was so quiet.
~The next morning.~
Emma woke to the baby's ear painful screams. She picked it up, swaying it back and forth. It instantly calmed down, but he was hungry. Emma walked over to the shelf of drinks she had.
"Goat milk." She said, grabbing it and bringing it the to baby's lips. He liked it. He drank not much, but he was full. Emma put the bottle on the shelf. She picked up the infant.
"Smee!" She yelled, having the man run to her.
"Watch the kid. If you want you can stay in my room." She said, walking out. Emma took the wheel, letting the wind once more slap at her blond curls. She smiled. Today was the day they were going to see the queen and king. Snow and David. They were going to pretend to be peasants; robbing the royals.
"Crew, get into the worst clothes you've got. Not even royals con stop us, mates." She yelled to her listening crew before running to her room to get a peasant dress. She looked at Smee holding the baby, and with one glance he and the crying pain in the ass were gone. Emma slipped out of her captain's clothes, getting into the dress. It was dirty and had holes. She ruffled her hair looking as if she had been unable to brush it. She put dirt onto her face. She glanced into the mirror. She looked like a real peasant. She walked out of her room, seeing the others had done the same. They smiled, seeing their captain as they neared shore. Smee ran back into Emma's room, continuing his task.
The ship hit the docks to the Misthaven castle. Play time.
Emma and her crew hit the ground hopping off the ship. The acted if they haven't been on ground for years. They traveled to the castle. They let the group of twenty instantly into the castle. When they walked in Snow and David sat int their thrones.
"Why have you come?" Snow asked softly.
"I- I'm Emma. I can't find my son. H-His name is-" Emma said with fake sadness. She faked a falling to the ground. Snow ran to her side. Emma pretended to be sick. Her crew pretended to look tired.
"Your'e to kind." Emma pretended to say weakly.
"Don't worry; we will find your son. This other man reported of losing his brother's son as well." Snow said, stroking Emma's hair. Her face was oddly familiar. Blond curls? Curt green eyes... Her name was Emma.. No it couldn't be.
"Who are your parents?" Snow asked. Emma answered truthfuly because the truth was more painful than a story.
"I-I don't know. I was found in the woods and I never had a family. I always ran." She answered. She noticed the shocked faces of David and Snow. The lost princess Emma. That's when Emma snatched the tiara on Snow's head and the pirates ran out the door. They climbed onto the ship, cheering as Emma pulled the ship out the docks.
