Author's Note: Hi guys! I'm planning for this to have multiple chapters. It's meant to be chronological order, but I may not include every episode. The inspiration for this is based on my idea of who Killian is. He's someone who always seems to be thinking, and this how I imagine his thought process would go. He's an intelligent person, very calculating, and insightful. I'm hoping this isn't to unrealistic. Please leave a review, give this story a like and follow me through this journey through our beloved pirate's mind.
Killian stood at the helm of his ship, lost in thought. The Jolly Roger groaned under the weight of his feet, water lapping lightly at the hull as it cut through the ocean, sailing straight into the heart of Neverland. Yes, Neverland, the one place he swore he'd never return. Still, it was a lovely night. Twinkling stars, the musty scent of sea in the air as She rocked gently over the waves. He was at home here, at peace. In fact, he could almost imagine that it was like any other night at sea, if not for the incessant movement of his passengers. They were not at home here.
"Why are you slowing down? In case you didn't know, my son's life is in danger" Oh, bloody hell here it goes. Well, it was nice while it lasted.
Last time he'd checked he was the captain on this ship, and he knew what he was doing. He didn't need nor care for the Queen's questioning. He could do without the tone as well.
"Oh, I know my hotheaded queen. The plan is to bring us to the far side of the island, link up with the widest part of the river, and then we sail right through, take him by surprise"
"Greg Mendel said something funny to me. He said I was a villain and that villains don't get happy endings. You believe that"? Did he? He certainly hoped not.
"I hope not, or we've wasted our lives". He was done with this uncomfortable conversation. As he turned his gaze towards Swan he again allowed his mind to wander, pondering the Queen's words. Could he? Was it even possible for someone like him?
Here he was, smack dab in the middle of the waters that surrounded the isle, with the bloody crocodile as his guest of honor and he was left wondering how he got here. Oh! that's right, he'd volunteered like a bloody fool. He should have taken the bean and left. He could be on some great new adventure right about now, or plundering a village, or having a lovely lass warming his bed. It'd certainly have been easier that way. Alas no. Had to try his hand at being one of the heroes. Was that even really possible? What did he really think he was going to gain from this? They'd never accept him anyways. He was just the pirate to them. Then again, wasn't that the advantage of being known by a moniker. He wasn't Killian Jones, he was Captain Hook scourge of the seas, feared (or adored, depending on his audience) by all. It made him untouchable, a legend rather than a person. In theory, nothing should be able to affect him. So, why did it?
It didn't really matter anyways, it was a one-time thing, he reminded himself. He was only here to pay on a debt he owed the late Baelfire, for his betrayal long ago. Finding his son Henry was just the decent thing to do. Still, it'd been a long time since he'd done anything decent, and if he was honest with himself he was unsure how to proceed. The Un-Charmings weren't making it any easier with all their nonsense about hope and love and doing the right thing. How Emma managed to listen to their drivel day in and day out was a mystery, he almost had to applaud her for it. Well he would if he had two hands…but then again, he could still applaud, but it'd be a hook and a hand and there wouldn't be any sound…but that was beside the point.
He was pulled from his thoughts as the Crocodile, decked out in familiar garb, entered his line of vision. Well now he knew what he had been doing for the duration of their journey.
"Well that's a great use of our time. A wardrobe change".
Bloody Crocodile. The sound of his voice set his entire being on edge. In fact, his blood was boiling at the mere sight of him. What was the word for he was looking for? Rage.
He only had one outfit and it had worked just fine for him. Great for all occasions. Besides, what if there had been some attack, or they needed to come up with a plan. The crocodile would have…had been using that time changing into some flashy leather thing. Whatever it was, it was hideous, and not at all intimidating. How many actual crocodiles had he killed to make that stupid thing? Probably a lot. It was just head to toe crocodile skin everything. At least it matched the man's crusty disgusting piss colored skin.
He didn't care to listen to whatever the crocodile said after that; he figured it was probably something condescending and generally grating to listen to. Perhaps he ought to run him through after all. It would really be doing everyone a favor to remove him from the equation now that he'd served his purpose in getting them there. They should throw a party, bow at his feet for eliminating the vermin. Belle probably wouldn't, but everyone else should. "Hooray Hook you're our hero". It'd be glorious, if the lot of 'em weren't so bloody self-righteous. Wonder if they can see me from way up on their high horse?
"When have you ever taken a real leap of faith"
Well now that was interesting. He didn't know a lot about Emma. Most of their meetings had been under less than ideal circumstances. He'd lied to her, deceived her, allowed her to be left to rot in the crocodile's cell. Then there had been the business of trying to kill her, and getting knocked out cold…damn him if he hadn't been turned on just a bit by that fire. Ooo she had looked delicious laying there underneath him…well now he'd lost his train of thought. Oh, right. Rumplestiltskin being a git. He could imagine it would be difficult to suddenly find out the bedtime stories you were told as a child were all real. Then to find out that you were the child of the most obnoxiously cheerful couple in all known history…he was back to wondering how she did it. Clearly, she didn't actually handle it well based on the clear tension between her and her parents. Either way, he'd have to tell her to ignore the crocodile, because he could already tell the lass was affected by the Dark one's words. Bastard.
Oh, and now he was leaving. Just bloody brilliant. He was just going to disappear with a big stupid flourish, leaving them all behind to fend for themselves. Typical. Leaving the cane behind too, nice touch, that.
This was going to be a long trip.