20/05/2013

As he looked out towards the ocean he could just catch a glimpse of an island. But he doubted that it was Neverland. They had only been sailing for a week or two and it took much longer than that. He hadn't been expecting to see anyone, least of all her out this late. She was sitting at the front of the Jolly Roger with a blanket draped around her shoulders. And there came those emotions again. Forcefully making him feel sick to his stomach. Why now? Maybe if he would just succumb to his needs. His, frustrated, needs, he'd be done with these thoughts. And perhaps that convinced him for the time being, because Hook started to believe it himself. And sooner or later, he would just have to test his theory.

She had created a hiding place where it was just her and her thoughts. A sanctuary if you will. Where nothing was stolen from her. Just privacy. As she sat there looking towards the ocean, she couldn't help but feel lost in her thoughts. Henry. He was all she could think about. If he was alright, if he was safe. What if he's hurt? Or worse.. No, she couldn't bare to think about that. They were going to find him safe and sound and they'd return to Story Brooke as a family.

Emma hadn't realised how dark it was. There were no stars tonight. Just the light from the moon reflecting off of the water. She could see the creatures in the water. Whatever they may be. It didn't bother her that she didn't know what was swimming in the darkest depths of the ocean.

As she stood up, she uncovered the blanket, which she was clutching as if she were holding on for dear life. She stood and balanced her arms over the rails so she wouldn't fall. But she couldn't help but think what would happen to her if she happened to fall off deck. Would anybody notice, or would it be too late? Emma wasn't trying to kill herself, nor did she want to. She couldn't let Henry grow up without a mother or a father. And then her thoughts drifted to Neal. The once love of her life. She couldn't help but feel as if he was less than safe. Emma hated the feeling of not knowing whether he was safe or not. So, she pushed those dark thoughts to the back of her mind.

The waves started to get stronger and stronger, forcing Emma to hold on to a barrel near the edge of the ship. Little did she know, that Hook was watching her from a far. What is she doing? Stay still Swan. And before he knew it, they had gone over a wave the size of a house which forced Emma to tumble over the edge. "Shit" he muttered under his breath. He had so much energy, he left the ship to guide itself and jumped over board to save her.

The water was like ice. He was weighed down by his leather jacket, which he wished he threw off before courageously diving into the ocean. Where is she? He had never been this scared in his life. He couldn't bare the thought of losing her. Not another one, he thought to himself. He had no clue how long he'd been in the water for, but he was starting to feel his lungs compress. His heart was racing, his vision was blurry from the salt water which was painfully stinging his eyes.

Shit. The mermaids. He had forgotten to warn Emma about them, and had forgotten about them all together. He felt something trailing up his leg. And it was none other than a mermaid. He tried to swim away as fast as he could and kicked in every direction there was, and then some. After shaking his legs around, there was nothing beside him anymore. The mermaid had disappeared. But he didn't care, he needed to find her. And there she was. In front of his eyes. She was closer distance then the ships length. However long that may be. He swam towards her, failing to notice the mermaids holding on to her, trying to drag her further under the water than she already was.

She saw another figure in front of her. Too far away to touch though. Everything was blurry. But she needed to get out. The two women, mermaids she thought were holding on to her arms, not letting her swim away to safety. She couldn't die. Not like this. Not when she had to find her son.

And there he was. Clearly out of his element. He was racing towards her but before she could escape the mermaids grasp, her eyes felt heavy and her lungs couldn't take the pressure anymore. Before she knew it. She was unconscious.

No! Hook thought.The mermaids were no longer interested in Emma, and soon found interest in the man swimming towards them. Hook swam for dear life towards them, hoping Emma's body would rise to the top of the water.

Before he knew it, he was battling for his breath. And his sanity. He pushed out of the way of the oncoming mermaids and found comfort in Emma's arms. Lifeless arms. He couldn't let her die. Not without finding her son first. Not without her knowing how he felt. The mermaids suddenly lost interest as they saw a man jump in from above the waters. The prince. He'd have to thank him after for saving their life.

Hook swam towards the top of the water and sought comfort in finally breathing. Emma's face was as pale as a ghost. "Not today Swan". The Prince's wife through in a rope and he thankfully held on to it with dear life. Clutching Emma's lifeless body as they were dragged through the icy water.

He made it to the deck of his ship and shook violently. Mary Margret pulled up her husbands rope, thankfully in time. He was lifted overboard and slid towards a barrel and knocked it over. Hook couldn't take comfort in the feeling of land just yet. He stumbled towards Emma and cupped her face with his one good hand.
"Please, no." he whispered towards her. Before he knew it, he lowered his face so it was hovering above her icy lips and breathed in air and tried to resuscitate her. After many inhalations and exhalations, her body was still not moving. He shook violently and pressed down on her heart, attempting to revive her. When nothing happened. He shook violently. Hot tears filled his eyes, though never dropping. And then he saw it. A twitch and before he knew it she was gargling sea water spitting it on the deck. He leaned over her now breathing body and cupper her face.

"What happened?" she mumbled quietly. She was so confused. One minute she saw battling for balance, and the next she was being held down by mermaids. Bitch. She now had a strong disliking for mermaids.
"Aye, it's alright lass. Just went for a swim was all." Hook smiled. Genuinely smiled. Teeth and all.

The prince threw blankets towards them, providing them with minimal warmth. Hook let his jacket fly over his shoulder, along with his vest and under top so his bare skin was showing.
Well this is a nice sight to wake up to. Emma thought secretly.