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Life on The Jolly Roger is unlike any story ever told and different than anything she had ever expected. She learns to adjust quickly, her innate curiosity helping her learn how to tie knots, follow the other deck hands in their menial tasks, and clean and cook in the galley efficiently. She doesn't even mind it that much when she realizes everyone on board usually partakes in the duties to keep the ship running smoothly and in an organized fashion.

It's amusing that fearsome Captain hook is such a clean freak and idealist.

She loves the sea air, the salty blue of the ocean and the dusky horizons, the sparkling stars at night; it's almost as if she's living in one of the adventures in her stories she read when she was younger.

Jefferson shows her around the ship on her first day and his easy smile and silly stories make her feel more comfortable. He becomes her closest friend effortlessly. Robin always treats her as if she's still living at the castle, and even promises to teach her how to shoot arrows soon. Roland she loves the most, his dimpled smile and sweet words easing her heart every day. Baelfire seems to have something against her, so she steers clear and limits any time spent in the same room with him. He frightens her and she doesn't understand why, but follows her gut because it's never let her down. The rest of the crew is decent enough, but she keeps to herself more often than not, and hardly sees him. She never asks anyone why, but wonders where he cold possible go in the middle of the ocean besides his quarters.

On the sixth day since climbing aboard, she sits on a crate next to Jefferson, chewing on a slice of cheese between some bread (a staple food source she realized) as he steers the wheel late into the night. The stars shine in the midnight sky, the rolling waves crashing against the ship a steady sound in the silence. The crew had gone to bed long ago, just as sailors, pirate awoke with the sunrise.

Jefferson tells her about his daughter Grace, and Emma feels a pang of sympathy at the forlorn look on his face. "She's not allowed on board?" "It's not safe for young girls." She nods in understanding. "Where is she now?" "Wonderland, with her mother." She's heard of Wonderland, the bright colors, the Queen of Hearts, majestic plants and animals, her father use to read her stories of that realm and more. Jefferson smiles at her sadly, and looks up to the bright stars above. "There's no way to cross realms without a portal. We've been searching towns after towns, kingdoms and secluded ports, but to no avail." She finally understands why he was so hell bent on not going to Neverland, it would be impossible to.

"Doesn't mean we'll stop looking, mate." Her eyes flicker up to land on Hook, his smile genuine and hopeful. She hasn't seen him in days and heart beat increases instantly when he comes towards them. "Take a tick, mate, I'll steer tonight." Jefferson touches Hook's shoulder briefly and waves at her as he leaves below deck. She nibbles on her bread, baffled at this pirate ships up and down morals. Captain Hook was trying to reunite a father with his daughter.


He glances towards her, sitting silently on the crate, her expression thoughtful.

She looks stunning beneath the starlit sky, her hair shining brilliantly in the moonlight. "You got you sea legs quickly." She looks up at him and licks the crumbs from her lower lip. He feels that spark of desire, that electric pull he's had toward her since the day her met her coil tighter in his belly. It's why he's been avoiding her for days; he doesn't understand what she's bloody doing to him.

He never gets stuck on a woman, he cherishes their beauty, takes from them the pleasure they offer, and moves onto the next, but he never gets stuck- not until now.

"I've been on ships before, with my father." He remembers the blonde protective prince with blue eyes and wonders what he could possibly be thinking with his daughter gone.

"This is unexpected," she states firmly and stands up. "What is?" She tilts her hip against the hold of the wheel, smiling sweetly. "A pirate ship against raping women, a child on board, finding portals to reunite a father with his daughter…" He looks away from her perceptive sea green eyes and shrugs. "Your point being." "It's different, you're different."

He smiles at the admiration in her voice. "As are you, Swan." She blushes and traces the marking on the hold of the wheel. He feels a warm tug in his heart when she looks up at him shyly beneath her eyelashes. "Thank you." He arches an eyebrow in questions, prompting her to clarify. "Thank you for helping me." "I'm not doing it for y-" "I know," she steps closer and leans up on her toes to press her lips to his cheek. He breathes in the sweet scent of her, his heart beat erratic at her proximity. She pulls back and he stares at her in wonder. "Thanks anyways." He watches her walk away, as graceful as her namesake, hips swaying and curses under his breath. His skin is tingling from where her lips touched it and he hasn't felt this way towards a woman in over three hundred years. Out of all people, it had to be for a bloody royal princess. He shakes his head and looks up the stars glittering in the dark night sky. The steady crash of waves against the ship silence his flitting thoughts.


Days pass by slowly and she tries not to let the time bother her, one way or another she would get back to her family and save them, but sometimes her patience would wear thin. She'd pester Jefferson about where they were or how long it would take, her skin itching with anxiety, her heart aching for her parents. (When he grew tired of her questions, he'd tickle her breathless until she could only smile blearily, her questions lost into the sea.)

Though she does miss the castle, the delicious food, fruits, and juices served every day, and her bedroom, she misses the little things the most. She misses her mother's fingers stroking through her hair before she goes to bed and her father's laughter as he beats her as they race with horses. She misses Ruby and her enthusiastic hugs and laughter, she misses Graham and his kind words, she even misses Grumpy with his constant protectiveness and dry wit.

She tries to keep herself busy with cleaning and reading about Arendelle in the few books she brought with her, but yearns to know more. She knows Hook's quarters are stocked with books upon books, and wishes to read those, but always loses the courage to knock on his door.

She plays board games with Roland, practices archery with Robin, ties knots almost as efficiently as the one handed pirate himself. He still doesn't stay on deck for longer than he needs to be, and she grows restless and slightly frustrated with his constant disappearance. When she asks Jefferson of his absence, he simply shrugs and mentions a vague 'Captain's duties.'


He halts in his steps to his quarters when he sees that the door is ajar. He looks in and sees her strolling around, like she owns the place, her fingers tracing over his books, and devices, and maps. He can't find it in himself to be angry, let alone annoyed at her being his room. It makes him smile and he feels that warm tug in heart again; he likes her in there, her curiosity for him making his heart clench in that odd way it's been doing with everything concerning her.

He opens the door fully and leans against the worn wood. "Didn't your mother every teach you-" She spins on her heel to faces him and cuts of his words. "Where have you been?"

Her eyes are furious, yet scared, enthralling and gorgeous. "What do you mean, love? "You just…disappear." He smirks and steps further into his room. "Is my presence that vital to you, Swan?" She gives him an irritated glare and crosses her arms over her chest. "When are we getting to Arendelle?" He sighs and picks up two small cups from the top shelf. He uncaps the bottle of rum and fills the cups to the brim, handing one to her. She stares at him, her brows scrunched in deliberation and he rolls his eyes at her as he drinks first. She accepts it then and knocks it back quickly, coughing as it burns on the way down. "In a few hours, actually." The hostility and frustration leave her features and he falls back into his chair, pouring another drink and taking in her flushed cheeks, light blue gown, and curious eyes. "Do you happen to have any books about Arrendelle?" He smirks and nods, pulling the one right next to him on the table. "Is that why you broke into my quarters, love? I was hoping you wanted something more…interesting." She rolls her eyes at his roguish smile and takes the books from his hand eagerly.


She doesn't leave right away like she planned she would.

She was craving his attention and company more than she realized, and now she's lounging on his bed, her head swimming with too much rum, her body relaxed and sluggish. She's utterly drunk and he's exceedingly too handsome.

"Why didn't you take me the first day I came on board?" she slurs, remembering the way he had restrained himself form her naked body and poor attempt at seduction. He gives her a thoughtful smile, leaning back in his chair as he sips on his bottle of rum. She never really liked rum, but she certainly could acquire a taste for it. "You were terrified and desperate, darling, and I never take an unwilling woman." She giggles her heart warm; her pirate was a man of honor.

"How'd you lose your hand?" she asks, propping herself up on her elbows. He swims in front of her for a moment, but she blinks twice to see him properly. His eyes are so marvelously blue, his jaw and neck enticing and –gods, she is so drunk. "That's a story for another time, love."

She pouts and stumbles off the bed, clumsily walks over to him, climbing onto his lap in a tangle of limbs. His hook balances her and she grasps it in her hand, the cool curved metal heavy in her palm. "You were fighting for honor, weren't you? Fighting for Liam." His gaze darkens and he stiffens beneath her. She laughs and brushes her fingers across his soft lips. "How do you…how did you find out about him?" She giggles at his dumb founded expression and strokes the scar beneath his eye lightly, wondering how he got that one. "I found a journal, in my quarters; they were your quarter's first, right Lieutenant?" He grips her hip, and pulls her off as he gets up and she stumbles to her feet. "You should go, love." She sobers a little at the fury and anguish in his eyes and reaches out to cup his cheek, his scruff rough against her palm. She wants to ease that anger in his eyes; she wants to take away his despair.

"I'm sorry." He sighs and catches her hand pushing it away with a desolate expression across his face. She tries not to let the feeling of rejection sway her, and shuffles awkwardly to leave, bottom lip stuck between her teeth. God, she's so stupid and drunk and tired and she misses her family and wants to go home and wants to slap him or kiss him and she just doesn't know anymore.

"Come on, Swan." She's in his arms before she can stumble on the wooden planks and notices how strong his arms are. "You smell good," she mumbles breathing in the scent of spices, leather, and rum. He laughs and her heart calms at the sound. He walks across the hall to her quarters and lays her down gently on the sheets, walking to the end of the bed to pull off her boots. She wiggles her toes and giggles, catching his warm gaze, his mouth curved into an amused grin that makes her heart beat fast. He pulls the covers up to her shoulders and tucks a stay curl behind her ear.

"Hook?" he turns before he leaves. "Yes, love?" "Thanks for the books," she mumbles sleepily and falls deeper into the soft sheets, his expressive ocean blue eyes the last thing on her mind.


The snowstorm hits unexpectedly and ferociously, the cold stinging their skin as it ravishes the entire ship. He maintains his calm as his crew begins to rush around deck, panic coursing through them. They were certainly not prepared for this amount of flurrying ice and bitter winds.

"Jefferson, expand the rigging and run the sail!" He could hear the salty spray of the ocean hitting deck, the ship rocking unsteadily with the icy winds. "Robin!' he pulls back the archer who was running to assist the men at the fore deck trying to keep the pace of the ship. "Get Roland out of the crew quarters and leave him with Emma, lock their door."

He couldn't leave the lad alone, and he didn't know what to expect from this weather, better to have them stowed away beneath the howling winds and ice falling harshly.

He joins the rigging of the sail, feels his muscles in his arms pulling tight as the sail erects, and secures a line on the peg. "Captain!" Smee stumbles with the rocking of the ship, breathes roughly, his beard is covered white with snow and hands him his spyglass. "Arendelle has been cursed with a snow curse!" "Bloody obviously!" he growls and tries to see through the glass, the snow obstructing most of his view. He makes out the edge of what seems to be a long tower; it has be some sort of castle. "We'll have to dock tonight at whatever that form is. There's no way we can get any closer in without freezing everyone to death." "Aye aye, Captain."


Emma wakes up dizzy and confused, her head throbbing when Robin crashes in, bringing a gust of frosty wind with him. "Stay here!" he yells and leaves behind a sleepy, scared little Roland. The ship rocks dangerously and Roland stumbles, rubbing his eyes, his lip quivering just a little.

"Hey," Emma whispers "Come here, sweetheart." He trips his way over to her bed and climbs on when she helps him up. "What's happening?" he asks softly as she pulls him under her covers, tugging him closer to her to warm him up. "I don't know, kid," she whispers and feels her head ache when memories of last night flash in her mind. He nuzzles closer to her and Emma smiles, strokes through his curly brown hair, before she falls back asleep with him.

She wakes again when the door thuds loudly against the walls, shaking the room with the force of it. She instinctively pulls Roland closer, her brain buzzing with exhaustion, but she's more focused now, the chilly air clearing her head. She sees Hook at the door, drenched and shivering, face pale as he takes in her and Roland. "You're safe," he sighs and scrubs a hand over his face, his agitation clears in the stance of his shoulders. "What's going on, Hook?" He smiles, almost mockingly, and leans against the wall. "We're in Arendelle."


This chapter got too long, so I cut it in half! Now that we're finally here, let see what happens in this winter wonderland. Please leave and review to let me know what you think! Thank you!