The bag I was bringing was small. I could change my clothes with magic. I bought three dreamcatchers; Emma, Henry and Adeline, my mother's. I threw the bag over my shoulder, walking out to the balcony. They had already wished me goodbye. All I had to do was teleport.
I breathed in a slow, deep breath before picturing the Jolly Roger, closing my eyes to remember it's deck.
I gasped as I opened my eyes, falling a little too far to catch myself. I teleported again, so I touched the ground, but ended up missing and landing on my face. Grunting and moaning in frustration, I attempted to push myself to my knees, but I suddenly felt more than one cold blade against my back.
The wood felt strange, on course, I had never laid down on the deck of my father's boat before.
"Don't move, lass," I heard a deep voice order. I felt the blade dig deeper into my spine. I bit my lip, not moving or saying anything as they ripped the bag from my shoulders and dumped out the contents inside; my dreamcatchers, my dagger and a necklace that I could contact Blue with. It was a simple silver chain with an amethyst at the end. That was the first thing they played with.
"Don't touch that!"
The blade dug deeper. I took in a sharp breath. Bloody pirates. What did I expect them to be? Gentlemen?
"Who are you?" The gruff voice asked. "And how did you get on the ship?" My eyes narrowed at the floor.
"You're not the Captain," I hissed. "And the captain is the only person I will speak to." A hand gripped my shoulder and turned me onto my back. The blade was now at my neck, held tightly. I darted into the man's eyes.
Brown, dark.
"You will answer to me," he snapped. His hair was dark too. I narrowed my eyes. Even as he inched the blade closer to my throat, I didn't show a sign of fear.
"I will not," I replied. "I answer to the captain and the captain alone." He snarled, hands digging into my hair—a threat no doubt. I simply rolled my eyes. "You have no idea what you're doing, pirate."
"Answer to me or I swear I'll use you as a dagger throwing target."
"Ooo. Exciting, isn't it?" I asked. I gasped at my words. I was reacting kind of like...Pan. A shiver wormed up my spine. I was acting like the person I hated most, the person I saw get killed in front of me and didn't feel a damn thing about.
He glared at me, saying nothing, as if I was supposed to me afraid of him. As if a woman was supposed to be afraid of a big man with a dagger at their neck. He growled, holding the knife at my throat with one hand and shackling my wrist with the other.
"Pretty impressive multitasking," I said, chuckling. He gripped my wrist, yanking me to my feet. He snarled at me before tuning me to the other side of the ship, the part that would lead me to the quarters.
The Captain's quarters.
He pushed me forward. I obliged, walking up the steps to the deck and turning to look at the cover. The man opened the door and forced me in, also forcing me to duck. I stumbled down the ladder, hitting my head on the ceiling above, a wooden plank that stuck out too far.
"Captain," the gruff man said. The captain face away from us, staring out the window, rolling a coin between his fingers.
"What have I told you about disturbing me without a proper reason?" The captain snapped, not even turning around.
"There's a witch," the man replied. I sent him a glare.
"A witch?" The captain asked, pausing his coin roll. He slowly turned around. "What have I told you about bringing bloody sirens on..." My father froze, meeting my gaze, pausing to stare at me, and then down at my shackles. Then, he grinned.
"That's not a witch," he said. "That's a fairy." I smirked. "Take her bloody shackles off, Gruff." I bit my lip, holding in a laugh. His name is Gruff?
"Captain, that may not be wise saying she does most likely to possess magic—"
"You think I can't handle myself?" He hissed. "Take her bloody shackles off." The man, Gruff, glared at me before unlocking each cuff, allowing them to fall off my wrists and to my feet. "You can leave now."
"Captain—"
"Leave," he said. The man glared at me again before walking back up the ladder, closing the trapdoor behind him. Before I even turned my head back to my father, he have covered the whole room and picked me up in his arms, spinning me.
"Kaleen," he breathed. "I haven't seen you in a while, love."
"That's because Blue thought it would interfere with my magic as it grew," I replied. He raised an eyebrow.
"You came without her consent?"
"No," I said. "She sent me herself." He paused.
"That doesn't make sense, lass," he said. I bit my lip as he let me stand on my own feet, turning to him.
"My magic grew too much," I said. I gripped my father's hands. "It's better if I show you." He stared down at my hands before I squeezed them, allowing magic to flood into his as I recalled what had happened. He took in a sharp breath as I pulled away, leaving off when Blue had told me I needed to stay away from magic for a while since mine was growing too fast.
"Well," he smirked. "Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger." I smiled. "But first. You need to have the proper dressing." I raised an eyebrow as he opened the chest. "This came over with the curse." It was my mother's pirate outfit. It was much like the one he wore, leather all the way down to the boots, black. The only difference was the long-sleeved underneath, which was white. "If you could just—" with a wave of my hand, the outfit was on and my dress and cloak laid neatly in the chest. He smirked again, walking me to the ladder and pausing. "You're hair is too—"
"Fairy?" I asked. I unclipped it, allowing it to fall, my curls everywhere, frizzy and thick at my sides. All I did with the simple clip was push the hair out of my face. With magic, I held a red cloth and tied it around my forehead. Keeping my hair out of my face.
"That's perfect," he said. "Wait here." He climbed up the ladder. I could hear his voice through the trapdoor. "I have an announcement to make, lads!" I smiled as he continued. "Being a pirate can be difficult, trust me. But what if we had someone who could help us?" He glanced down at me and nodded. I climbed up the ladder, exposing myself as I climbed out of the trapdoor.
Gruff only glared at me. The rest of the crew seemed to stare in confusion. I saw Smee, who I had only seen a few times in Henry's story book. I haven't met him before.
My father put a hand down on my shoulder. "Meet my daughter, lads," he said. It was strange to me that he suddenly let me into his life, even though for forty-four years(sixteen here and twenty eight in Storybrooke) he didn't know of my existence.
"Kaleen," he said. My eyes darted around, meeting every one of their gazes. "So let's teach her the ways of a pirate!"
—Six Weeks later—-
We docked on a large island, which was a main training route between kingdoms, perfect for a pirate and their crew. I gripped the shrouds, leaning against the rope, as it held me back.
My head snapped to Hook, who walked off the ship, gleaming and breathing in a sharp breath, as if he was home. I smirked, not following him. He didn't give the order.
"Have at it, lads!" He exclaimed. They seemed to flood off the ship. Smee, however stayed behind. I adjusted the grip of my sword. On the belt, I carried a sword on one side and a dagger on the other.
I waited a moment before stepping onto the docks, staring around at the tall, clay buildings and cobblestone path. I smiled at the stray dogs putting their snout where they didn't belong inside goods and such.
Smirking, I walked down the path, my eyes darting at everything; the people, the buildings, the goods, the animals, the yelling, the carts, the laughter. I could see why my father enjoyed being a pirate. He could go anywhere he wished and see so many beautiful things.
That was most likely when he met my mother. How he met her. I still wasn't sure if he truly loved her or was having a little fun. He was a very different man then, and he still has qualities I despise now, but he was my father.
I turned, staring at the tavern, where most had gone to. I didn't think it was fit for me to go in there and drink...but I was older than I looked. I smirked as a cloaked figure bumped into my shoulder. I watched the figure disappear around the corner.
Damn it, curiosity. I followed him in silence, however, my boots seemed to make more noise than I planned.
"Who are you?" I asked, resting my hand on the grip of my sword. The figure stopped. I picked up what I said right away. Only six weeks with my father and my accent sounded more like his. I didn't mind. That's who I was.
"So, it's true," the man replied, turning around to take off his cloak. I cocked my head.
"Is what, true?" I asked.
"You're a Jones," he replied. I smirked again.
"A Jones?" I asked. "You'll have to be more specific, lad." The man stepped closer. The light he hid from lit up his face. Sharp features and a scar. He grinned.
"You're Killian Jones's daughter, aren't you?" He asked. I didn't have time to reply before someone behind me took my dagger and snuffed out the lights.
