Hey guys! This is a makeup for the short chapter earlier.
Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT or its characters.
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"This here's me chihuahua."
The strange pirate held up a monstrous dog with a beaming smile. The poor thing was trembling violently in his arms. It's eyes bugged out and went in opposite directions and its hair, which was the color of a the mystery liquid stuck to the ground in cinemas, grew in patches all over its body. Blackbeard had apparently taken the time to tie a bow from the same pink ribbons onto the the patch of hair on its head that stuck up. The dog bared its teeth in a gruesome smile. As you would expect they reacted in disgust, flinching backwards at the sight of the creature.
"Ugggh...I-I meant, er, nice dog...?"
Regina wanted the smack herself in the face.
Blackbeard didn't seem to notice the notes of disgust in her voice, too infatuated with his beloved dog to notice.
"His name be Pistachio."
Regina's eyebrows raised, "So my sister was right. Pistachio is a name."
"Ain't he the cutest little thing?" Blackbeard tickled the creature underneath its chin and it snapped at him, frothing at the mouth.
"...aye Blackbeard I suppose he is..." Hook said uncertainly.
Blackbeard waggled his eyebrows at him, "You can just call me Edward."
Killian went rigid as a board, "Sure."
Emma giggled at his expression, forgetting her facade and hastily covering it up with a cough.
Blackbeard gripped onto Hook's sweaty hand and dragged him downstairs, Emma, Henry, and Regina following. Opening up the door to a cabin he pointed out the four cots and a small dresser.
"'Ere's ya cabin. We'll be leavin' in the mornin'."
Henry, Emma, and Regina went inside and settled onto the cots. Blackbeard held onto Killian's hand for a little longer and stared deeply into his eyes before letting go, giving a small smile, and closing the door. They couldn't hear his footsteps. Killian glanced at them and opened up the door again. Blackbeard stood outside and startled, suddenly inspecting the wall.
His face flushed, "...'s paint's peeling..."
He mumbled a bit more and walked off.
Killian closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief, putting his back against the door and sliding down it slowly in defeat.
He held his head in his hand, "bloody hell..."
Henry howled with laughter and fell off the cot, clutching his stomach. Regina and Emma cracked a smile before laughing along with him.
Hook looked up at them, "It's not funny! Hell, I don't swing that way. The guy's heart's going to crushed."
Regina chuckled, "Not funny to you, but hilarious to us."
Killian sighed, "You'd expect the great Blackbeard to be a fearsome bloke but there he is, hitting on me and tying pink ribbons into his beard. Don't even get me started on the mutt."
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The cots swung back and forth with the tides of the sea. Henry had curled up in a blanket they found and was sleeping soundly. Hook reclined back, for once without his precious jacket, legs spilling over the edge of the hammock. Regina slept on her side, looking strangely peaceful. And Emma, well Emma was passed out and slumped awkwardly over the cot, snoring with her mouth ajar with a trail of drool dribbling down her chin.
Queen Anne's Revenge went over a particularly rough patch of sea and a wave crashed into its side with enough force to jostle everyone out of their sleep by throwing them out of bed. Henry thankfully landed on the blanket, yet Hook, Emma, and Regina weren't so lucky. Emma hit the ground and cried out, reaching for her missing pistol. Regina hit her head and tiredly rubbed it. There was a pathetic lump on the ground previously known as Killian Jones. He groaned and curled in on himself.
Emma blinked for a few times before realizing where she was and she massaged her temples. Regina absentmindedly went over to help Henry back onto the cot. Emma walked over and nudged Killian with a toe.
She yawned, "You okay?"
He groaned and buried his head in his arms.
"If you're too tired for sarcasm then we have a problem," she turned to Regina, "Can you help me?"
Regina sighed and walked over, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Did Guyliner die or something?"
They sat on the floor near him and Emma shook his shoulder gently.
"Hey... Wake up."
"No... It hurts... Cracked a bloody rib or somethin'..."
His speech was slurred and they could sense pain in his voice.
"Let's get you up," Regina said. Together they pulled him off the floor and onto the cot. He fell roughly into it and hissed through his teeth, curling up. Regina found a color faded blanket inside the cabinet and shook it in the air a few times to get rid of the thick layer of dust that coated it.
She draped it over Killian and sighed, "He really has to stop hurting himself. Probably landed on something hard when we got here."
"Yeah," Emma nodded.
"We should go upstairs and explain to Blackbeard about this. He'll understand, considering his infatuation with Captain Hand over here.
"...shut up," he moaned.
"Save your breath. You could be dying for all we know."
Emma frowned, "Regina..."
The corner of her lips quirked upwards.
"It was only a joke Mrs. Swan."
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"What?!" Blackbeard cried, "He's sick? 'Ere let me go see 'im."
Regina raised an eyebrow.
"I-I mean I can get me doctor ta see 'im..."
"Alright then."
Blackbeard walked away muttering 'stupid, stupid, stupid' and face-palming.
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I hope you enjoyed the chapter!