Well! Hello. Long time no see. I must apologize for this, I just wasn't too inspired and I guess I didn't have the time, but I'm back now and I cannot wait. A few changes have occurred. I've gone back and edited a few things so yeah, you're more than welcome to check that out and let me just shut up. I don't own anything and I'm okay with that.
Emma couldn't possibly comprehend how a person could smirk so constantly. This Killian Jones must have a talent for it and she couldn't help but think about the way his eyes sparkled with mischief every time he looked at her that way. "So princess, what brings you to my ship?" He said sitting down at his desk. She stood on the opposite side of the table, facing him.
He had asked her a question but her eyes were glued to his left hand...well...his lack of a left hand. In its place was a—"Hook. You're Captain Hook." She said shakily.
He lifted the contraption and looked at it quite nonchalantly, "Now is when you realize this princess?"
"You're the pirate. My parents have been looking for you for a long time." She wasn't scared. She was intrigued. "How is it that they never found you?"
"I'm a hell of a captain, my ship has outrun even the nastiest of curses." Emma just rolled her eyes. "The real question is, did you ever think that they let me go?"
She scoffed at this, "Please, my parents believe in justice. Pirates steal from the innocent and keep it all to themselves. They would never let you go."
"Well then," He stood to face her a close the distance between them, his eyes serious and looking straight at her, "maybe they never found out about me."
They were silent, but the air never felt more intense. Strong gazes that felt like hours really lasted seconds. "Who in their right mind would let you go?"
He broke the link created by their eyes by looking down and turning around. "Some people would." His tone was resigned and she knew that they weren't talking about his parents anymore. But as quick as lightning he was back to the person who had escorted her to the Jolly Roger, "Now. What brings you to my ship?" He sat in the chair and put his legs on the table, crossed.
He didn't do emotions. Well. She could deal with that. She wasn't too fond of them either. The only real love that existed in her life was the one that came from her parents, romantic love had been scarce in her life and it left her heartbroken. But she couldn't think about that now. Right now all she could think was the parents that she needed to save, the people that really loved her.
"Liam told me to find the man named Killian Jones, but it must be a mistake. He wouldn't point me to a pirate."
"You know you think your words are cutting, but they really aren't. I am quite flattered when women insult me. It means I've made an impression. Now, please, sit. I wouldn't want the beautiful princess to be uncomfortable." He motioned to a chair on the adjacent side of his and she took it. "So, I must ask again. What brings you to my ship?"
"My kingdom is in danger and Liam told me that you'd be able to help me. Maybe there's another Killian Jones he's referring to."
"I doubt it. There's only one dashing rapscallion named Killian Jones in this kingdom, trust me."
"I thought pirates weren't meant to be trusted." He was frustrated she could tell and she relished in that thought. This Hook may be handsome but she loved pushing his buttons.
"What happened to the kingdom?"
"The Evil Queen began to attack the castle last night and I need to figure out a way to defeat her. She and my mother were never really kindred spirits. That's all you need to know."
"Mm why would I help the royal family?"
"Because if you don't you may never live to steal from us ever again."
"Not good enough. I can manage just fine without the protection of royals."
"I don't know your connection to Liam but if you don't help me you may never see him again."
"I haven't seen Liam in ten years and I have no intention of seeing him again. So you haven't convinced me yet."
"Then what do you want?" She was shouting now. "I'll give you anything."
His eyebrows rose and that blasted smirk showed up again, "Anything?"
She immediately regretted this, but what could he want that would be so bad. "Yes."
"I don't ask for much. It's quite simple really."
"Just spit it out, what do you want."
"I don't think you're ready to know what I want yet. I'll help you, but I guess you're just going to have to trust me. Do we have a deal?"
Call it desperation or a moment of weakness, but Emma was in need. With a sigh she closed her eyes, "Yes. Fine. Just please don't make me regret it." He leaned in very close to her and barely whispered,
"You won't regret a thing." He leaned back and continued in his normal tone, "Now. We must set sail right now. The sooner the Evil Queen realizes you're not in the castle, the more dangerous the port becomes and we must make you practically invisible. No more of those dresses that draw too much attention." Emma didn't know why she blushed in that moment but she did. "And then there is the matter of your name."
"What's wrong with my name?"
"Nothing, you have a beautiful name, the only thing is the fact that I'm going to have to introduce you to the crew and I think they know the princess's name. So, do you have a last name or something they could call you by?"
"Well, my parents don't really use their last names, people know us as The Charmings. I don't think that would be a good name to use. But my grandmother's maiden name was Swan, maybe that would work?"
"Swan." He said it as if he was judging it, "I like it. It has a nice ring to it. All right, Emma Swan. Now why would you be on my ship? I certainly won't let those men touch you with those grimy hands." He slapped the table with his hand and stood, "I've got it, we'll disguise you as a bar wench who has decided to spend some time with me on the ship. The crew won't come near you then." He was pacing. "Come! We must get you into something more appropriate." He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the ship once more.
"Where are we going?"
"Do you think a bar wench would dress like you? We're getting you some clothes."
"Great, less than an hour with a pirate and I'm already stealing." He stopped and turned around.
"You're on my ship, you follow my orders. We need to make you look more believable." With that they were silent and they continued to walk down towards the tavern where she had met him.
They entered an alleyway and saw a dress drying on a line. They looked around and grabbed it. He allowed her to stand behind some crates to preserve her modesty but in all honesty, he wanted to see just what the new dress would be covering...or not covering.
When Emma stepped out from behind the crates there was little left to imagination. The corset was tighter than any she used and the bodice was cut to an extremely low angle revealing a large amount of chest. "Now that's much better." Hook said whilst she was putting on the new, brown cloak.
"Let's just leave. I don't want to be caught because Captain Hook was too stunned to move. At least you're enjoying the view. This corset is too tight."
"Well, you discomfort is a cross I'm willing to bear." She just rolled her eyes and began to walk to the main street; he grabbed her forearm and turned her to face him. "Hold on a minute Swan." He reached behind her and put her hood on for her, "That blonde hair is conspicuous and I'd rather have no one look at you."
"Thank you." She said in a serious tone and began to turn around but he stopped her again.
"Be careful. My crew won't go near you, but try not to tempt them too much." His eyes flashed to her breasts and then to her eyes, "You are mine, that's what I'll tell them. Don't be too much of a princess."
Another scoff from her and they laughed. His serious tone was creeping under her skin. She began to think that he might care for her...but no. No. She wouldn't all in love with him. She couldn't.
"Let's just go." She said as they made their way onto the ship. When they mounted it, his crew was already working to set sail.
The sun was high in the sky and the day was clear. It was perfect to start on the water. But in the town, a man disguised as a beggar was watching them attentively. They wouldn't be leaving so soon.
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