Title: Parchment, Bottles, True Love and Happy Endings
Part: 4/? - Day Four
Author: Roguie et al.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Characters: Killian Jones, Killian/Emma
Spoilers: Up to and including S3 mid season finale, some S3.5 allusions, no S4 involved.
Summary: Having watched Emma leave Storybrooke with no memories of her pirate, Killian vows to keep his promise to think of her daily. With a bottle of rum in hand, parchment and quills never far, and a heart so broken he can hardly breathe, so begins a year's worth of letters in bottles tossed into the briny sea.
Disclaimer: OuaT doesn't belong to me. I can no more control the princess and the pirate than I can control the fact that we are STILL in hiatus and I am slowly losing my mind.
A/N: Again, a quick reminder that this is a writing exercise. Gods love you people for reviewing it, however! It does a heart well to see all the mentions, reviews and favourites coming my way; it certainly hasn't hurt the other aspects of my writing in the least. :P~
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My dearest Emma,
Luck has finally come to be on my side, love. You will not fathom whom I ran across in a tavern at port this evening! Of all people, it was Mr. Smee, my old first mate, and much less the rat than last we saw.
I know that you will understand my elation at finding Smee this evening, love, and that you would not endeavour to make me feel the guilt that clutches at my heart now as I write these words. Not for a single second did I forget to think of you, love, but for a few hours and many drinks, I was not alone or surrounded by the people who remind me most of you.
Sadly, he's not had word of the Jolly since his return to the Enchanted forest with the rest of the townsfolk. In fact, he appears quite confused; I believe the enchantment placed upon him only broke when the curse returned us to our prior abode, and the poor man has yet to recover from his life as a rat. Though I fear once we do recover the Jolly and he reasserts himself as my first mate aboard my ship, the insult bilge rat will take on an entirely new meaning when it is directed towards Mr. Smee. I wonder if he will find the insult quite as amusing as I do? Perhaps not. I suppose, in that respect, it is a good thing I Captain the ship and he has no say in what insults I sling in his direction.
You would have shown great pride in me tonight, Swan, as even provided copious amounts of alcohol at the bequest of my old companion, I found conversation far more stimulating than my previous desire to drink myself into unconsciousness. Smee believes he knows where several other members of my crew came ashore when the curse cloud cleared; I am hopeful that one of them came across the Jolly in the last days and nights they have been back in this land. Barring that, they could have information on the location of my crew members that were not affected by the curse, and therefore have spent the last twenty nine years trapped in this cursed land. Finding them had been my intention before Cora reminded me of my need to traverse realms, now with no such need barring my way, I look forward to reenlisting my crew mates on my quest to find the Jolly. I have known some of these men upwards of three hundred years. It will do my heart good to be amongst people who not only respect me as their comrade, but fear me as their captain. I've not had a decent minion under my command in far too long, love.
No matter who I find to join my quest in this land, Emma, don't for a second believe I'd want any of them by my side over you if I had been given the choice. Not one of those men is half as pretty to look at, no where near as enticing to hold in my arms when they make attempts upon my life, and not one of them can be forgiven for betraying me with the bat of pretty green eyes that I honestly believe were meant for the sole purpose of bringing down my defences. Go ahead and argue that, Swan, then say please in my presence and try to find that moment that I am unwilling to do as you bid. You own me so completely that that moment will never exist.
Still, though the weight of our separation lays upon my shoulders, for the first time in days I feel as though I've been given something positive to work towards. I look forward to the sun's rise tomorrow so that Smee and I can start on our journey to the rest of my crew.
Farewell, my love.
Always your pirate,
Captain Killian Jones
~~~TBC~~~
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