A collection of one-shots featuring Captain Swan and gang and their adventures with Killian's new ship.

Disclaimer: Obvs, I don't own OUAT, I just live vicariously through its characters.

Rolling over in their large bed, Emma quickly realized she was alone, his side of the bed long gone cold. Killian had always been an early riser, military training and centuries at sea made that a difficult habit to break, but this was a bit ridiculous. Emma rolled her eyes as she looked at the clock before begrudgingly slipping on her robe and slippers to check on her love.

She knew he didn't think she noticed, but she did. He slipped out of bed each day earlier and earlier, this morning long before the sun started peaking up over the horizon. He always came back to bed before she woke, slipping his arms around her, an unspoken promise that he would always be there.

She found him leaning against the railing of the deck on their new apartment facing the harbor, a strange expression on his face. A wave of guilt settled deep in Emma's stomach as she identified that look: longing. Hurt came next as she selfishly feared she would never be enough for him, but this confession only led to more guilt.

No matter how often he reassures her with words and actions, no matter how many times he tells her she was worth it all, Emma will never feel completely free of guilt knowing how much he sacrificed to save her and her family.

Suddenly, Killian took a deep breath and turned around, and she watched as all traces of longing and nostalgia left his face. He allows himself a few moments each morning to smell the sea breeze and just miss it, but a few moments is all. Self-pity is not in good form, he repeats the mantra before clearing his face and heading back to bed.

Quickly, Emma jumped back in bed and feigns sleep, not wanting Killian to know she was watching him during a private moment. She feels the bed dip and as his arms wrap around her, a sad smile crosses her face.

Time to go talk to Leroy, she decides as sleep slowly claims her again.

The beach is quiet as they walk along the shore, with only the soft sound of waves to accompany their footsteps. They've walked the path from their apartment to the docks a hundred times before, but Killian sensed something was different this time. Emma seemed… nervous?

Grabbing her hand, he gave her a reassuring squeeze. He won't pry. She'll share when she's ready. He's nothing if not a patient man.

They continued to walk in silence until Emma suddenly stops, pulling him with her.

"Swan?"

"Well, this is it," she said softly, gesturing to a small yacht moored to the dock in front of them.

His eyebrow shot up in confusion as he turned towards her. "What exactly am I looking at, love?"

"It's yours," Emma responded hurriedly. When he didn't say anything right away, she started to ramble, "I know it's not much, and it's not the Jolly Roger, but now you can get back out on the water, and it has a motor as well as sails, and I know it needs some work, but Leroy and David have been fixing it up, and—"

Unable to come up with an adequate response, Killian silenced her with his lips.

Breaking apart just long enough to breathe, Emma continued her rambling.

"—and Henry helped pick it out and made a few suggestions although I don't think there's enough room for an armory—"

Laughing, Killian captured her lips again. "EMMA! Stop talking, you bloody raving woman!"

Startled, Emma pulled back, redness creeping up her cheeks as she returned to the moment. Grabbing her chin with his hand, Killian brought her eyes back up to meet his.

"It's perfect, love," he assured her with one of those smiles that made her heart melt.

And then it was his turn to look nervous, as he scratched behind his ear and cleared his throat before continuing. "I—I'm not used to receiving such a gift. No one has ever done anything like this for me before…" he finished awkwardly.

Lifting her arms around his neck, she stood on her tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss.

"Well, get used to it, buddy. There's more where this came from."

Grinning, he quickly picked her up in his arms as she let out a small shriek. "Then I guess there's only one thing left to do, love," he whispered in her ear as he carried her across the gangplank to board his ship.

"And what's that?" Emma questioned coyly.

"Christen it, of course," he responded with a wink, carrying her down the stairs into the cabin.

Lying in the afterglow of their lovemaking, both quietly enjoyed the rocking of the waves beneath them. Killian chuckled softly to himself, realizing he still needed a proper tour of his new boat, having not seen much in their haste to find the main cabin.

"So what are you going to name her?" Emma asked while lightly stroking the planes of his stomach. "I heard it was bad luck for a ship to be nameless."

"Don't fret, love, I've got an idea…" he responded with a smirk.

And The Swan was born.

I couldn't stop thinking about "Forrest Gump" when I was writing this: "There was only one name I could think of, the most beautiful name in the whole wide world... There must've been about six or seven 'Jenny's." Haha, it just made me giggle.

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