Even though Killian and Emma had exchanged numbers after she spent most the day at his house with him trying to rid their hangovers, he hadn't heard from her in 4 days. He kept wondering whether he should text her, just to ask how she was doing. To see if she'd finally ridded her dreaded hangover. To ask how her day had been. Ask if she'd caught any thugs. But he couldn't bring himself to press send. Would it make him seem clingy? That was the last thing he wanted. He didn't want to sound desperate for a reply. Or even desperate just to talk to her. But for some reason he felt as if he missed her. Her witty banter. Her sarcastic comments. They had only spent a day and a half together but it was the best and open he'd felt in a long long time. There was just something about her that he couldn't get out of his mind.
After deciding once again not to press sent on his text asking if she'd got home alright -since it was a bit to late to ask that anyway- he headed out his house and towards town. There was nothing that he needed but he thought it would hopefully clear his mind of the golden haired beauty. After his short walk he headed into the diner in the centre of town. For a Wednesday morning it was surprisingly busy, nearly all the tables were full with people sat chatting to their friends, family or partners. He found a stool on the bar front but didn't bother looking at the menu, he knew exactly what he wanted.
"Hey Killian, how've you been?" Ruby, the owners granddaughter asked him. She was a lovely girl, loved to talk. But it was good for him sometimes. She seemed to understand everything you said, even if it made no sense at all.
"I'm alright ruby, thank you. How are you?" He asked her.
"Well, there hasn't been much gossip today, I'm low on my daily need. Please tell me you have some!" She put her hands together and rested her elbows on the bar in front of him as if to pray. Killian laughed at her and shuck his head. He couldn't tell her about Emma, she could know her for all he knew. She might tell her what he'd said if he told Ruby. She took his usual order, a grilled cheese sandwich and a coffee with caramel syrup in. Grannies made the best food and even better coffees.
He sat on his phone scrolling sipping his coffee when his food was placed in front of him. He thanked Ruby and took a bite of his sandwich. Continuing to scroll through Facebook he saw a picture of his friends he'd left back in Ireland. They were at the docks -his and his friends favourite place to go- back facing the water so you could see the sunset behind them in the background. Will had his arm round a girl Killian couldn't recall, but his other friends Abigail and Scott were cuddled together. Scott was kissing Abbie's cheek and she was smiling happily. He was glad to see her hair was still a wild bunch of ginger curls. He remembered how she'd hated her hair so much and wanting to dye it blonde, but they had all told her how much they'd loved it.
"Howdy stranger." Killian jumped startled and dropped his phone in the counter. He turned to where he'd heard the voice and was shocked when he saw Emma sitting down on the chair beside him. She looked as beautiful as ever. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail, dropping down hair back in loose curls. She was dressed similar to the first time he had saw her in town. Black ripped skinny jeans on, a white low cut top on, a pair of small healed black suede boots and the red leather jacket he loved so much. He remembered he would have to ask her where she had got it, not that he would suit it much compared to her.
"Good morning, Swan. How have you been?" He asked her. Her smile widened and once again, it was as if her beautiful hazel eyes stared stared into his soul.
"I've been good so far, caught the douche bag I was assigned to catch already so I'm free to do whatever the fuck I want." He could tell she was proud of herself. He was proud of her too. She was so good at her job, even though he didn't like the idea of a small young woman trying to catch crazy morons every day. He didn't even want to think about if she ever got hurt or even worse.
"I really need to find myself a job." Killian laughed, even though he was being genuinely serious. He really did need a job. As much as he loved free time to himself, 4 weeks of not working was starting to kill him. He missed his job back in Ireland. Driving a ship to England and giving his passengers an amazing experience. Doing parties on the boat. Even having a fun kids day where they could come be a pirate for the day. He missed their faces light up when he pulled out pirate hats and eye patches and fake parrots. He even had fake swords for them all. A lot of the kids that use to go were local children that Killian knew, he was friends with most of their parents.
"What did you use to do back in Ireland?" Emma asked him as she sipped on her hot chocolate that had magically appeared in front of her.
"I use to run a company that would sail a ship from Ireland to England. I captained it. We done parties and kids days and hire outs. It was actually pretty amazing. And such a beautiful ship. I miss her, she was my pride and joy." He didn't even realise till he opened his eyes that he'd turned away from Emma, looking down at his plate of food with a mixture of sadness and happiness on his face. She didn't look sad though, which surprisingly did not shock Killian. She just put her hand on his arm and smiled. They carried on eating their food and drinking their cups of caffeine filled goodness. Suddenly, Emma jumped in her seat and turned to face him, a huge grin spread across her face.
"Come on, I've got to take you somewhere" and with that, Emma and Killian were out of Grannies and she was pulling him down through the town heading towards the beach side. They walked for about 10 minutes along the docks until she finally stopped him and told him to close his eyes. He did as told and they continued to walk for what felt like another 10 minutes, but Killian couldn't tell for sure. He didn't have a clue what she was doing or where she was taking him.
"Okay you can look now." Emma told him, and when he opened his eyes he was astonished. In front of them was a huge gorgeous ship, almost as amazing as his own back in Ireland. She grabbed his hand again and pulled him up the dock and onto the ship. He didn't know who owned it but he trusted Emma enough not to drag him onto a random civilians ship, and possible home.
"Shmee?! Where are you?" She shouted as they boarded. Out from the cabin came a small man, his head covered with an over sized hat, which was surprising considering the warm weather outside.
"Emma! It's been a while. Busy at work I bet?" He laughed, then looked at Killian. "Who's your friend?"
"This is Killian, he's new in town. A captain from ireland actually! You're still looking for a captain right?" Killians eyes widened in shock. There wasn't a chance that there was still any positions to work on this amazing ship left for him. Anyone with a right mind about sailing would've snapped all those jobs up straight away. Although he would have loved to work on a ship, especially a ship as beautiful as this, he knew he had to open his career options wider. He did have a wide range of skills considering he spent most his working life on his ship. He'd worked in a bar for a year when he first turned 18. He'd worked in retail helping his friend out with her clothing store she had opened. He even worked with his mother in her bakery when he was still a young teenager.
"I am actually, the last one that tried to apply for the job was a total alcoholic. No chance I'm risking him sinking this ship. Killian, yeah? You got any proof of sailing before? I know it sounds dumb but this baby is my pride and joy, I'd hate for anyone to ruin her in any way." Killian pulled out his wallet and handed his sailing licence to shmee. Then pulled out his phone and googled his page for his last job back home. His name was still on it as he was officially the owner of the company.
"I have video footage as well? If you need it I'm happy to show you." Shmee handed Killian back his license as he scrolled through the website, his eyes looked quite shocked by how much Killian actually done on his last ship.
"No need Killian, you seem like a perfect sailer. Would you do us the honour of being captain of The Lady May?" He opened his arms as if to offer the ship to Killian. Killian let out a amazed laugh, he couldn't believe he'd actually got a captaining job again. Emma was truly a dream. He shook hands with shmee and nodded, they agreed he'd start next week. After Killian gave shmee his details so he could contact him if need, him and Emma walked back down the dock and headed down onto the beach.
"I can not believe I am a captain again. Thank you so so much Emma! You honestly don't know how much this means to me." He smiled at her and pulled her into a side hug as they walked. Her shoes were in her hand so they didn't get full of sand as they walked. She couldn't look any more amazing, she shocked him every time he saw her. Every time it was if she just looked better and better, even though she hadn't changed at all. She just looked more beautiful every time he layed his eyes on her.
"I'm glad it was still available, the look on your face was amazing." She laughed at him and put her hand on his arm gentle. Killian was shocked when she did, but tried not to show it. It actually felt good to have her touch him. Not in a sexual way at all but just a genuine touch of the arm. Even when he hugged her he felt all tingly. He was so happy that Emma had came into grannies today. And even more that he never bugged her with all the possible texts he was going to send through the days he hadn't seen her.
"So, captain. What now?" She stopped and turned to stand in front of him. She has a cheeky smirk on her face, and a glimmer in her eyes. Her hand was still resting on his arm. Killians breathing quickened. Should he? Could he? Is it weird?
"A thank you from your captain," he said before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her towards him. His lips landed on hers and he felt her gasp a little, but she quickly kissed him back. They were locked around each other, his hands on her waist and back, hers around his neck and in his hair.
And for that moment, he felt pure and clear mesmerising happiness.
