Hello. Wanted to try my hand at a CS fic. Princess Emma is running from the Evil Queen when she stumbles upon a man...


Princess Emma had been running for quite sometime now, three years to be exact. She was twenty-three now and had become rather good and getting herself out of as well as into sticky situations.

With an Evil Queen set on destroying her family, Emma took it upon herself to leave her land, disguise herself and stay on the run until the Queen was dealt with and it was safe for her to return once more.

She'd been hiding the last few days in a seaside town. Sleeping in barns and doing odd jobs for spare change. This cool evening she found herself sitting in a dimly lite section of a pub, sipping ale and popping bits of bread into her mouth until she heard the hoof beats and the undeniable carriage wheels that accompanied them. A few coins on the table were the only evidence Emma had been there at all.

Her cloak brushed out the back door as she wandered down a dock with a seemingly harmless ship. She poked around and saw no one besides a sleeping man with a red cap aboard. It would be a good enough hiding place for now. She slipped her way across the abandoned deck and through a doorway. Once in the hall she picked the door on her right, entering quick and closing the door behind her with out a sound. She sank to the floor and released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

"And just who might you be?" The question was asked and Emma resuming holding her breathe.

There was a man in the room with her, The Captain she assumed as she glanced around at all the decorations littering the space. He stood from his desk and advanced towards her. She thought about running, back out the door, across the deck and possible right into the arms of the Evil Queen. No, no, she couldn't do that.

"A simple name and explanation as to why you're aboard my ship if you will, lass." He was closer to her now, clearly able to make out her face and then it hit Emma, this man didn't know who she was.

Lie.

"Emily. My name is Emily. Some men tried to attack me in the market and I ran here to hide from them. My apologize. The ship looked vacant."

The leather-clad man studied her, as if deciding to believe what she told him. Emma took this time to study him as well. Dark eyes and messy hair to match, stubble lightly coating his jawline and he was missing a hand. Her eyes darted to the desk where he'd been residing and she noticed the silver hook casted aside. She knew exactly who she was dealing with and perhaps the Queen would have been the better option.