PIRATE FF OUAT

AN: Hey y'all! I'm kind of on a roll today and lots of people have been trying this AU so I thought I'd join the bandwagon lol. Expect a very low amount of spoilers, as this is mostly AU ;)

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of Captainswan, literally! Miss Swan is the Captain of a fine ship, called the Sailor Swan's Revenge, and dominates the seas. Killian Jones, accompanied by his Captain and brother Liam, is a good-hearted man of the King. What happens when a powerful and damaged piratess and a faithful sailor under the crown meet on the high seas? Well, it's nothing short of choppy waters.

(Please excuse the pun.)

Rated T for swearing and violence and mild suggestive themes

EMMA SWAN

Thump.

I let out an irritated breath and return to my work. Two piles of coins sit on my desk in front of me. Where was I? My hands grasp another small canvas bag from my lap. I scoop up some coins and pour them into the bag, counting as each one lands with a small 'clink'. Two, three, four, five, six-

There's another loud thump and a commotion from above. The ship gives a massive lurch. Coins roll on the desk and spill onto the wooden planks of the floor with a raining sound. I sigh. Those damn fools. I push out my chair and kneel down, collecting the spilled coins.

The cabin around me is small, but not cramped or too tiny. It has a low wooden ceiling, a desk in the middle, and shelves and chests around the perimeters. The door on the far wall's left side leads out and up onto the main deck. The door on the same wall's right side leads to a small room with a bed in it- my sleeping quarters. The doors, floors, and walls and shelves are all made of wood. I like it, the atmosphere is almost cozy.

My thoughts are interrupted by- surprise- another thump followed by a lurch from the ship. This time, I slam the coins back on the desk and hustle toward the door of the deck.

Salty air greets me as I throw open the door. Several heads turn toward me. "Smith!" I shout. "What the hell is going on here?"

Seconds later, my First Mate stands before me. Mr Alan Smith, a tall man with dark brown hair and eyes that match. He's smart and clever and brave, all good qualities in a pirate. He doesn't look too threatening at first glance, but attempt to take his share of rum and you'll be headless in half a second.

"Sorry, Captain. It's just-" he gestures over his shoulder, "-there's on oncoming ship, ma'am. It's coming toward us pretty fast-"

I begin to stride toward the front of the ship, Smith trots behind me, trying to explain and keep up simultaneously. I hold out my hand, "My spyglass, please." I thank him as it's placed in my grip.

Looking through the telescope, I can see that he's right. On the horizon, a large ship is growing nearer, and at a surprising rate. With some squinting I can make out its flags: crests of the kingdom of Misthaven. I smirk.

"Well?" Smith prods, waiting for orders.

I raise a brow at him. "It's a royal ship from Misthaven, King Alfred's kingdom. Most likely transporting goods for trade, and with luck, money. Misthaven is relatively peaceful, so it should be an easy ship to secure."

His eyes take on a mischievous eagerness. "Secure it? So that means…"

"Yes." I hand him the spyglass and stand taller, facing the rest of the crew that mills about the deck. "Listen up, boys! That ship is from Misthaven, transporting goods, and we're going to raid it!" The sentence is followed by a chorus of cheers and yells. "Approach the ship with speed and confidence, and waste no time jumping aboard and grabbing any riches you can find! Remember your weapons! We've done this many times before, and this will be no different. Move!"

The men bustle around in excitement. I hear them barking out orders to each other and the 'ching' sounds of swords and cutlasses being drawn. Smith follows as I make my way toward the steering wheel of the ship.

I navigate the Sailor Swan's Revenge with ease. We go way back, the ship and I, and I know every inch of it. The vessel obeys my every command without protest and has always succeeded in protecting me. It's pretty large, with dark wood planks and chipping red paint here and there. The sails are made of grayish-white canvas. Some people look at it and think it's only an old ship, but there's more to it than meets the eye. And, with the false first impression, it's easier to take enemy ships by surprise.

Within a minutes, the royal ship is with fathoms of ours. I can see its crew (pitiful looking compared to mine, may I add) rushing about on the main deck. Somewhere, a man is shouting indistinct commands. They're all decked out in blue-and-white uniforms that match the flag, like they're all siblings that their mother dressed the same. Oooh, scary, I think.

"Ready, men!" I bark. "Jonson!" The anchor-hauler gives me a thumbs-up, and, with ease, picks up the anchor and throws it at the approaching ship, snagging it.

I leave one of the crew members to tend to the wheel. They part for me as I walk to the rail, looking down at the Misthaven ship. I draw my blade. "Afternoon, gentlemen!" I put on a flashy smile.

A strong-looking man with curly brown hair steps forward. "Yes, afternoon, ma'am." His gray eyes are steely and very unfriendly. He clears his throat. "I wish to speak to the captain of your ship."

"I am the damn Captain." Snickers and hollers sound behind me, I puff out my chest.

The man blinks, obviously caught off guard. "Ah, of course, my apologies. I'm afraid piracy is quite illegal in these waters…"

"Says who?"

His nostrils flare. It brings me pride to see such annoyance I've inflicted.

"The King," he says through gritted teeth.

"Ohhhhhh the King! Well, in that case, I'll take my crew and leave." I narrow my eyes. "Right after I've raided your ship... Seize it!"

The world dives into chaos. My men raise their weapons and leap onto the ship, shouting and swearing and bashing things like their lives depend on it. The royals draw their weapons and battle breaks out. I walk calmly across the gangplank over the water and onto the other ship. Immediately, the curly-haired Captain rushes me. I deflect his strike with my own sword, the metal scraping. He pulls back and thrusts at me again. I dodge.

I decide to make conversation. "What's your name, Captain?"

He grunts as he blocks my blow. "Liam Jones." Another thrust. "And you?"

"The woman who is about to beat your ass." I kick him in the groin (seriously, how do all guys never see that coming?). He doubles over and I seize his weapon, tossing it aside. I run for the door that leads belowdeck. The commotion continues around me.

I whip open the door, only to get the breath knocked out of me.

"Not today, pirate." Another man, one with black hair, stands in front of me. He looks like a First Mate.

"Actually, yes, today." I go for the groin but he dodges. There's the sound of clanging metal as our swords battle. Summoning some strength, I push him back. He stumbles and falls. I dash over him as his head hits the hard floor.

No time to waste. I jump down through the trapdoor-hole and find myself on a lower deck. I almost laugh out loud. Idiots! There's crates and crates of goods just sitting around. I quickly rummage through some of them, taking what I can and shoving it in my bag and coat. Some provisions (fish get really bland after a while), some water, and of course: money. I scoop handfuls of coins into my bag, which very soon feels heavy. These guys are seriously loaded.

Footsteps pound behind me. Time's up, I think. The same black-haired man blocks my exit. I yell and rush forward. He does the same, sidestepping at the last moment. I curse and turn around, but not fast enough. His sword cuts across my coat, tearing it. I reach up, finding a crate, and bring it down on top of him. The coins jingle as I fly onto the main deck.

My crew is still fighting. "Back, men!" I run for the gangplank, clutching my bag.

Within seconds, we're all standing on the deck of the Swan with the anchor hauled in. The sails pummel each other as they work overtime, carrying us further from the royal ship. I look down at my bag, relief and pride flooding me. I smile.

There's yelling coming from the royal ship. The black-haired man stands at the railing, shaking his fist. "I'll find you!" he screams. "We'll cross paths again; you won't get away with this!"

I laugh and hold the bag over my head, shouting, "I just did, smartass!"

Well, another story! How'd ya like it? Please review! And check out my other story: Searching for the Swan. Thanks, expect Killian's chapter tomorrow! -Rin