AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this is a short little future fluff for Captain Swan mainly because I love this song. I don't own any of the characters although I sure as heck wish I could have Killian!

"Momma!" my daughter cried out into the night. I was immediately up and down the hallway before my brain even registered the movement. I quickly opened the door and moved to the bed where my baby girl was crying. "Shhhh, it's okay Brynn," I murmured, pulling her into my lap. "What happened?" I asked softly. "It was a nightmare momma," she sniffled. I sighed in relief. "It's all over baby girl. I promise." I began to rock her softly. "Momma, will you sing for me? Sing me the song of the mermaids?" I smiled down at her. "Of course my love." She snuggled into my arms and I slowly rocked her as I began to sing:

Upon one summer's morning
I carefully did stray
Down by the Walls of Wapping
Where I met a sailor gay.

Conversing with a young lass
Who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go
I fear you'll ne'er return again.

My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.

His hair it hangs in ringlets
His eyes as black as coal
My happiness attend him
Wherever he may go.

From Tower Hill to Blackwall
I'll wander, weep and moan
All for my jolly sailor
Until he sails home.

My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.

My father is a merchant
The truth I now will tell
And in great London City
In opulence doth dwell.

His fortune doth exceed
300,000 gold
And he frowns upon his daughter
Who loves a sailor bold.

A fig for his riches
His merchandise and gold
True love has grafted my heart
Give me my sailor bold.

My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.

Should he return in pov'rty
From o'er the ocean far
To my tender bosom
I'll press my jolly tar.

My sailor is as smiling
As the pleasant month of May
And often we have wandered
Through Ratcliffe Highway

Many a pretty blooming
Young girl we did behold
Reclining on the bosom
Of her jolly sailor bold.

My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.

My name it is Maria
A merchant's daughter fair
And I have left my parents
And three thousand pounds a year

Come all you pretty fair maids
Whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor
That plows the raging sea

While up aloft in storm
From me his absence mourn
And firmly pray arrive the day
He's never more to roam.

My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.

My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.

By the time I finished she was fast asleep again. I gently laid her down and turned to leave. Surprised to find Killian there. "Emma, love. That was beautiful," he whispered softly and I smiled up at him. "Well I did learn a thing or two from this old pirate captain I once knew…" I teased gently before kissing him softly. He held me tightly to him and rubbed my large stomach. "Well, hopefully this jolly sailor bold will be joining us soon," he whispered as the baby kicked gently against his hand. "He'll be here sooner than you think," I whispered back and then we quickly slipped back towards our bedroom.