Title: Parchment, Bottles, True Love and Happy Endings
Part: 7/? - Day Seven
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. I had meant to update this every day, but things at work have grown difficult to say the least; I'm putting in 70 hour work weeks in a store with no trained staff beyond myself. Where as I do have the first 20 of these little tidbits written, I'm hardly awake more than an hour after I get home and usually that is to see to my dogs and forage some kind of nutrient for myself before I pass out completely. I'm afraid posting these little bits has fallen by the wayside; I'm slightly more awake tonight than normal – perhaps that comes from the adrenaline of waiting for reviews on The Ever Circling Path – so tonight you get an update. Thank God we're only 5 days to the premiere... I seriously need a distraction from reality! LOL
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My Dearest Emma,
It has been seven days since I last set eyes on you, yet I feel a year has passed me by with the longing in my heart to be by your side.
Mr. Smee has succeeded in finding two of my old crew mates in this small town several days travel from your father's castle. It has been quite a time convincing them to join our travels as we move further up the coastline looking for several more of the Jolly's refugees. Alas, not one has lit eyes upon the Jolly since our return, however there have been rumours of a ship matching her description having set sail north three nights past. Once I have successfully rounded up a proper crew, I will turn my horse northwards as there are only a few ports where the Jolly would be welcome, no matter whose flag under which she sails now.
There are five of us now, enough to safely make camp in the woods as we travel. I will begin my travels north once I have a crew of ten capable men. If no further of my old crew reside along this coastline, I shall hire out the positions, though I fear finding the necessary commodities to ensure the rogue crew are properly paid. Never for a day have I struggled with a lack of riches before now. Once I have my ship returned, she will provide all I need, until then, I will have to find an alternate method of lining the pockets of my men. I almost regret leaving your parents' kingdom so swiftly; I do regret leaving without much more than could fit in my saddle satchel. I still have several hiding spots in which I safely stored a measure of my riches, however most were aboard the Jolly Roger, and are therefore lost to me for the time being.
I hesitate to do what I must to live in this infernal land as I, quite rightly, fear you will think less of me should I ever return to your side, love, but I am, at heart, a pirate, and shall do what is necessary for a man such as me to survive.
Forgive me, Swan.
Farewell, my love.
Always your Pirate,
Captain Killian Jones
~~~TBC~~~
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