I'm on time this week.

Warning: Violence, Sex, Torture, mentions of rape and prostitution, language, heavy alcohol, use, self harm, etc. (Still a pirate story)

Warnings for this chapter: Violence...unintentional self harm, mild smut I suppose. Nothing too graphic.

Beta: Withgirl

Enjoy.


"Order! Order!"

Daniel glanced around the room to the many Englishmen looking at him as he sat in the middle of the court. They sat high up, staring down at him in distaste. His time as pirate was no secret but it was also a curse in itself and it seemed that sitting there amongst these men was proof of that.

He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably.

"I want silence!" The room fell as quiet as possible, murmurs still echoing around them. The Navy's commander sat at the head of the room. The gavel was gripped tightly in his hand, threatening to shush or physically injure with it. "Now. By order of the King, we are here for the pirate Regina Mills also known as the Queen of the Damned."

The room erupted into whispers and faces twisted in outrage at hearing the name. Daniel winced at the anger so many people in one room held against the woman. Not many had anything personal to say about her. Most hadn't even really met the woman. These men definitely hadn't simply by the fact that they were still alive.

"Silence!" The Commander shouted, banging the gavel strongly to quiet the warm room. His gray eyes fell on Daniel. "Mr. Daniel Zachary Colter, is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Son of Nathaniel Ezra Colter and Helewise Faye Bennett. Half-brother of Killian Ramsey Jones. Correct?"

"Yes."

"Is it true your brother is First Mate aboard the Devil's Hangman?" Murmurs erupted again and Daniel refused to look around to the condemnatory stares. "Mr. Colter?"

"Yes, it is."

The man nodded turning a page over in front of him. "Is it true you were once Quartermaster of the Devil's Hangman?" Daniel nodded. "Any reason you left piracy behind?"

"The…pillaging. It was too much for me. The killing."

"Please confirm the facts of Regina Mills' curse."

He frowned but complied. "Immortality. Unbeating heart. Muted emotions. Extreme bouts of anger…"

"Go on."

"Insatiable sexual appetite."

"What are the terms of this curse?"

"She must find someone to love her or she'll forever be curse to sail the seas."

"Did you have sexual relations with this woman? Did you love her?"

"I don't see how this is relevant to anything. If I loved her she wouldn't still be cursed. You have to love all that she is. A monster, a thief…a slag." The court filled with whispers. Daniel hated to use the word against Regina knowing the measure of pain she carried with her if she didn't quell her urges but he hoped the use would shorten his interrogation.

"Weaknesses?"

"None. Unless you have her True Love lying around somewhere. She's immortal." He stated sarcastically. "What is this about?"

"None of your concern, Mr. Colter." The Commander said dismissively. "I have here…Commission charter… granting extraordinary powers in matter both governmental and military. And the warrant for the arrest of one Daniel Colter."

The doors behind Daniel open loudly and men dressed red and white storm the room, coming for him. Two of the men pull him from his chair and he instinctively fights back. Twisting and elbowing against their grips to no avail, his head shoots up to the Commander. "On what charges! I've done nothing!"

"I'm afraid that's just not true. The charge is for aiding and abetting a convict, charged for 47 crimes against the Crown and Empire. For which the punishment is also death, by hanging."

"No…" Daniel jerked from the men's grip, again unsuccessful.

"There is a way out. You have a family I understand and for that I give you the option to assist in the retrieval and detainment of pirate lord, Regina Mills. For which, all charges against you will be dropped."

"How?"

"We will let you know." The Commander said, waving his hand at the soldiers. They released Daniel. "For now don't leave the mainland unless it's on a Navy ship on its way to obliterate the Hangman's crew and take its captain prisoner."

"My brother is on that ship," Daniel argued.

"Your brother made his choice. He will face death along with his captain and crew. 36 crimes against the Crown and Empire. I have his warrant here. Believe me, Mr. Colter, if you interfere or refuse I will make sure your family shares in your punishment."


Neal stared at the compass around his neck, hanging by a chain. It never actually pointed him in the right direction but he kept it anyway. His first treasure. He grinned at the flash of memory before he heard the sounds of boots hitting the floorboards. He looked up to the captain, examining his leg as she came up to him. Her hands were clasped behind her and her back was ramrod straight.

"Morning, Captain."

"Mr. Neal." Regina bowed her head slightly. "How are we?"

"Better. Still hurts though but I'll be back on deck in no time," Neal said in determination.

"You're a lucky young man. Most don't survive the first night. Or the second…"

"Lucky I am." Neal nodded. "Captain?"

"Yes?"

"Does it still hurt?"

"Yes." Regina tightened her jaw. "Always has. Always will but it won't kill me. I'm cursed."

"Were you different before the curse?"

"Very. I was a pirate. A pirate. Free. I wanted what every pirate wanted. Immortality and gold." Regina sat down on the edge of his cot. "Now, gold means nothing. I only hunt for it if only to keep my crew satisfied. To be slave to the devil I must sail to find the souls he wants and for that I need a crew. Cursed and they're cursed with me."

"Must be miserable."

Regina nodded her agreement, "Why are you a pirate, boy? You're young and kind."

"Your stories-"

"Don't say me. If you're here to be a pirate because you want to be a pirate, fine I'll make you a pirate. But if there is even small part of you here because of stories, when we dock on land you must leave and never come back. Don't think of me ever again. And your children raise them well. And tell them of Hangman and its cursed captain and if that does not stray them away, so be it." Neal looked at her, seeing pain within her intense stare. She was right about him. Kind and caring, no place on a pirate ship. His eyes stung with tears, hearing the pain in her voice. She looked indifferent but her eyes pleaded with him.

"Don't be foolish like your father. Or Killian's father. Don't feed them stories of my adventures. Tell them of my pain. Tell them how I suffer. Tell them how death and loneliness haunts me as it does my crew. You understand me, boy?"

"Yes, Captain." A sad smile came over her lips and she patted his cheek. She stood to leave him to rest. "The loneliness…It doesn't have to hurt. There's someone."

"You shouldn't be a pirate, Mr. Neal. You're too good for that."


"Emma?" Thea chuckled quietly. Emma blinked out of her thoughts and looked back to her sister. She blushed at having been caught. Thea knew what she was thinking about. "I know she's pretty and all but daydreaming about her doesn't benefit anyone does it."

Thea shook her head continued to mess with the older blonde's hair. It was still damp from the dive they took into the water early at sunrise when they both were the only two up aside from Regina looking out into the sea and the cook working hard below deck. It was her idea after Regina commented that they were in calm, undisturbed waters. Even if they hadn't been she doubt anything would come close to threaten the Hangman.

She took a few strands here and there as they sat there and braided them. Emma elbowed her and she'd told her, now that she was on the Devil's Hangman she had to look like a pirate not a princess. Emma had blushed at that and let her continue.

Thea stood up and walked over to a small chest sitting on the surface next to the bed and grabbed a handful of beads to add to her project she was making of her hair.

"I so missed you," Thea murmured, kissing her cheek. Emma smiled at the gesture. She slipped a scrap piece of parchment to her sister. Thea took it and glanced at the question. "Mother and father are okay. They're in France probably getting well-oiled together."

They shared a laugh at the image as Thea took a green bead, "They never got over you going missing. They did everything they could to find you but after a while we couldn't find anywhere else to look. We were miserable. It felt empty and they couldn't move on so I told them to gather all their money and go somewhere nice and try to be happy as much as they could."

Emma nodded her understanding. She had thought of her family the moment she saw Thea the morning after Regina had saved her. Pain was the first thing that she thought of but to see that Thea was okay and able to smile and her parents were off enjoying cheeses and sweet liquor, it was enough to give her some relief.

"Well, all done," Thea announced. Emma turned to her and gave a hug, not even thinking of her hair.

The door to the rooms opened and Regina stepped in. Her brown eyes always looked over to where she knew Emma was but seeing the scene she averted her eyes and walked over to her desk. Hugging and kissing always made her uncomfortable when it didn't involve sex.

"Hey, Captain," the younger blonde called. Regina looked up to her. "How does she look? Like pirate?"

The brunette watched Emma give her a shy smile but despite the sweet look she glanced back down to her map, "No…" Emma smiled faltered at the answer and Thea glared at the woman.

"Come on, Mills. What the hell?"

"Between the three women on this ship, there are two Ps. Pirate," Regina pointed to herself and then pointed to them, "And princess. Theo, you can be a pirate if you like but Emma…you should stay a clean and proper princess. Life looks much better that way."

"Ass…" Thea muttered and Emma elbowed her in the ribs. The younger blonde scrambled off the bed and frowned between her sister and their captain. "Alright, fine. My apologies your majesty."

"Forgiven," Regina murmured dismissively waving her hand at Thea's retreating form. Her eyes stayed glued to her map with her compass clutched tightly in her hand. Emma watched her for a moment before standing up from the bed wearing only one of Regina's soft green shirts.

The brunette grimaced at herself for the shot of arousal that moved down her spine and between her legs. She'd barely seen anything except Emma's bare legs. Somehow that was enough for her hunger to appear.

Usually it was never as bad except for the fact that now two other women, attractive women, were aboard the ship and they were always in her bed. Normally that meant they were frequently having sex but that not being the case was the reason for her being mostly drunk during the night and watching the waves from the helm.

She eyed the bottle at the edge of her desk, finding that having a few dozen drinks would quell the throbbing between her thighs. Emma watched her shift in her seat and walked over to her. She reached out for her shoulder and Regina gasped lightly, gripping the edge of her desk sharply.

"Emma…" Regina gritted, biting her lip until the metallic tang flooded her taste buds. The blonde tucked a beaded strand of hair behind the older woman's ear and stumbled back in shock as Regina turned in her chair, grapping her tightly by the waist.

The room was suddenly excruciatingly hot and Regina's chest rose and fell with desperate heaves. Emma flinched lightly at the pain of her finger nails digging into her sides. Her thoughts on how to respond to this came up blank as she felt soft hands travel down below where the shirt stopped at the middle of her thighs and began to push it upward.

She'd given sex a thought at least once since she'd been rescue from her prison. Of course it involved Regina but she didn't think the woman would look to be in so much pain. It was too soon for it anyway; they'd just met but she doubted that normally stopped the older woman from indulging in her urge.

The shirt was pushed up to her ribs and Regina leaned into her stomach. Her resistance was crumbling faster than it ever had before and the pirate knew her demented master had something to do with it. His magic was crawling up her sides. Taking a deep breath, Regina bit into Emma's waist, careful not to break the skin. The blonde didn't move. Didn't push her away. And she also didn't tense up either.

The struggle within the older woman made her angry. She couldn't understand who would curse someone like her. She was a cruel, vulgar pirate but she still a person. Still kind and almost caring. Understanding, that the woman had no control and seeing that she was fighting herself, she shoved Regina back into her chair.

The brunette looked stunned and grateful all at the same time. Emma shook her head and wondered how much torture the woman in front of her had endured. The devil was in control of Regina and was making her suffer even now. For this. It was sickening.

"I'm sorry, Emma," Regina said shamefully. Emma stared at the blood running down the woman's chin from the how hard she was biting the inside of her lip.

The blonde shook her head and touch her cheek gently, silently telling her it was okay. Regina turned away and grabbed her quill, dipping it in ink and scribbling something with a shaking hand. She tore the corner off the parchment and held it out to Emma.

"Take this to Jones. He'll know what to do." Emma nodded and took it from her. "On the back…give it to the cook. He needs to give that to Neal for his recovery."

The blonde moved to grab some pants and Regina shakily reached out for the full bottle of rum. As she brought the cold glass to her lips, stopping as Emma walked to the door, "Please take your time, Miss Swan."

Emma knew that meant she would have to find a way to pass the time until Regina was better. Although she wasn't sure if she'd ever be better.

As soon as the guards closed the doors behind her an agonizing, frustrated scream rattled the ship. The waves around them turned violent, shoving the boat back and forth. Thunder clattered over them and Emma turned back to the door, not wanting to leave her in there alone. The guards at the door stepped in her way, shaking their heads sadly at her.

The blonde frowned and reluctantly moved to give messages to who Regina instructed her to.


After having a near silent argument with the normally quiet guards, Killian brushed passed the men. He closed the door behind him cringing as his boot clad foot came down on a piece of broken glass. A sigh ghosted over his lips when his eyes connected with the ruined room. It'd been five years sailing with Regina and not once had he seen such a mess. Although he was sure she'd never resisted temptation as strongly as she had with Emma Swan only a few hours ago.

"Captain," he called, pushing a chair aside. The woman was hidden somewhere in the ruins and he had a feeling she was probably passed out. He glanced to the bed tucked against the wall. It was untouched. The rest of the place couldn't be given the same description. "Captain?"

Killian walked around the desk stepping over exactly seventeen empty bottles rolling across the floor from the gentle rocking of the ship. Usually she was very amusing when she was irritated and intoxicated but instead of smirking and shaking his head at her muttering, his face fell into a sad expression.

She was slumped against the wall behind her desk. Her eyes were red rimmed but she hadn't shed a tear. Blood and sweat and whiskey stained her shirt and her chin. A blade was in one hand, laid in her lap, and the other had a weak grip on the bottle of half consumed liquor. The scar on her chest was showing under her ripped shirt and her pants had been torn at the crotch and down the inside of her left leg.

"You've made a mess of yourself, love," he said bending down and plucking the neck of the bottle from her still shaking hand. She didn't physically acknowledge that she was aware of his presence but Killian was certain that she knew he was there.

After a moment of silence, she finally looked up to him and laughed humorlessly, leaning her head back against the wall. Her hand gripped the blade tighter and traced the sharp point around the inside of her thigh, leaving a pink mark in its wake.

Self-harm wasn't new to Regina as in her first few years under her curse left her in a deep depression. Killian knew that but she'd taken it a bit farther than that. Aside from the raised skin from the knife, the blood smeared against the inside of her legs was what startled the man. Her ripped pants revealed the undergarment stained with blood.

Regina noticed his stare, "Just maybe it would work."

Killian ripped the knife from her hand and frowned down at her, "Craving at your crotch ain't gonna solve your problems Captain."

"I know that," she sneered. "There's glass everywhere." She gestured around them, "No matter how much I drank, it wouldn't go away. I had to relieve myself…" He nodded his understanding and sat the bottle down on the desk. She flashed her palms, showing the glass planted in the skin.

"I'll have Thea come and clean you up," her first mate said, leaving the room almost immediately.

As he stepped out of the room, the person he was searching for was already walking by. He grabbed her by the arm and took her to the side where no one could hear. The blonde snatched her arm back with a grimace, "What do you want?"

"I need you to go back in there."

"Look, I spend too much time in there as is. I sleep in a room with the rest of the deck hands and the only question I get asked is if the captain is a good fuck." Killian gave a look of disgust at that. "Don't get started on how many of them ask me about bedding my sister. It's sick but they don't know I'm woman…and that Emma is my blood."

"I understand that but unless you want to subject your sister to the experience of a mutiny, I'd suggest you go fix Her Majesty up."

"Fix?"

"I don't know," he hissed. "Tend to her wounds…sober her up. Warm her bed."

"Warm her bed?" Thea questioned, about ready to throw her hat at him. "We're not lovers-"

"She's in…a very bad way. Worse than I've seen."

"How badly…?"

"There's bottle everywhere. The room looks pillaged and because of the broken glass…she's cut herself in the nether regions. Just tend to it," Killian said dismissively, spotting a few of the new crew slacking off on their duties. Thea opened her mouth to speak but he was already scolding the young men.

The blonde sighed and walked to the captain's quarters, slowly opening the door after having heard of the state of the room. Her breath got lodged in her throat at the destroyed room.

"…bloody hell am I supposed to be fixin'?" she murmured.

There was a crunch of glass across the room and she quickly moved over to see the real damage. A concerned look passed over her face seeing the normally poised, in her own way, woman tiredly laying on her side, surrounded by empty decanters and shattered glass.

"Can't believe I thought you had it easy. You're a sad creature…" Thea sighed moving around the room in search of things to fix up the Hangman's captain. Regina didn't respond to her comments and only laid in the same spot when Thea came back with a cloth soaked in water. The blonde knelt down in front of her and pressed it to her sweating forehead. The brunette's skin was flushed and hot and Thea was sure this wouldn't be a quick endeavor to be rid of. She felt Regina's cheek and put light pressure on her wrist. "You drank all these?"

She received a weak nod from the older woman and rolled her eyes, pulling the woman up into a sitting position. Regina didn't resist which made it easy but she wasn't much help to herself. Thea kept the wet cloth to her head as she used her other hand to check her for injuries. Most of them were already healed and scarring except for the glass stuck in her skin.

"Well, you'll sleep like the dead tonight. You'll need it." After a while longer in complete silence Thea silently prodded the woman to get up and into her desk chair but it took a lot of effort. She still got her result but Regina was too stoned and out of it to really be at her best.

She got her a glass filled to the top with water and didn't receive a single protest for it as she gently started to pull the glass from her hand, "Pull yourself together, Captain Mills. There's no place for pussies on this boat. Especially you."

That earned her a smirk and Thea wiped away a smear of blood off her face before dipping it back into the tainted water to squeeze it out and find a spot to clean once again. Her eyes fell to the biggest problem in the room and she sat back on her heels, easing her out of the ripped leather pants and then cautiously beginning to take away her underwear as well, "Is that healed?"

Regina nodded, looking down into the glass of water. She flinched at the sudden coldness against the stinging red lines on her inner thighs but gasped at the light kiss that followed each dab. Her hand reached out to the blonde hair and lost her fingers in the falling tresses, wanting to pull her head forward. This would satisfy her in a way her own hands couldn't. She knew no matter what, her tormentor wouldn't let the sunset for her without having indulged.

Thea continued her task of cleaning up all traces of the blood before sitting the now reddened cloth aside and pushing Regina's glass onto the desk. She knew the look of a struggle in the brunette's eyes and decided it would be less painful for everyone if she took burden of making the choice for the pirate.

She grabbed Regina's wrists with each hand, holding them on either side of her hips. The woman's brow creased and she pressed a kiss to the top of her thigh, "Close your eyes."

Brown eyes met baby blues and the blonde chuckled, "I said close your eyes, not look at me." Regina slipped her eyes closed as told and closed her fingers around Thea's wrists. Decidedly, taking complete control she pressed her lips higher up her leg before taking her tending, gently, to the heated core in front of her. Regina bucked forward in surprise but didn't attempt to move her hands or stop it as she hissed at the sensitive bud that had been the bane of her existence the entire day.

Damn it.

Damn Emma Swan.

Damn her curse.

Thea pulled back feeling the hands over her wrists start to tremble, "You'll well on your way to recovery by sunrise."


The breeze blowing through her hair served as her favorite part of coming home. The smell of the beach during midday made it feel like she was six again being chased by her father in the sand.

Regina closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. It was the first breath she'd gotten in piece without her crew causing mayhem around her. Telling them to stay on the ship was probably the best idea she'd had for them. Especially while she was home.

She walked forward to the house hiding just behind the bushes and trees. Anyone else would've walked into the big mansion if their parents had lived there but Regina wasn't ready to even look at her mother after having found out what she'd done.

As much as she wanted to avoid her, it was nearly impossible when she found herself at her father's grave, placing his favorite flowers at his headstone. Freesia flowers practically blew around them all the time in the summer. They became her favorite too.

"I wondered if you'd ever come back," Cora said coming around to her. She stood on the other side of the headstone. Henry between them like always.

"What do you want mother?" Regina sneered, pulling away the small freesia she had tucked behind her ear.

"I had to see for myself that it was really you," the older woman reasoned. "Not many ships come to a stop, blocking out the afternoon light from my study."

"I only came to visit father. I'll be leaving in a moment."

*"You don't have to go," Cora frowned reaching out to her. Regina away from her touch and she snatched her hand back like it'd been burned. The brunette turned away from her and she sighed, "Desculpe, eu nao queria."

Regina's eyes widened and her eyes snapped up to her mother, "What did you just say?"

"Eu peco desculpas por-" The older woman began only to stop at Regina's raised hand.

"You…you speak-"

"I learned after your father died. He was a wonderful man who deserved a better woman than I was. His death was my fault. What happened to you was my fault. And I'm truly sorry for that. Eu sei que isso e imperdoavel…"

"Unforgivable?" Regina scoffed. "I'm cursed. A better fate would have been to let me perish from the Dragon Sickness. Daddy would still be alive."*

"I know," Cora nodded. "I know. His blood and your freedom are on my hands. If I could I would change everything I've done, Regina. I would've been better for you…for your father."

"Now you regret everything." Regina shook her head in disbelief.

"Of course I regret everything now," Cora responded sadly. "I have nothing left. Tragedy can force someone to realize that are too late fix what they've broken."

"You did this to me," Regina shouted.

"I know, sweetheart. I wish I could save you from this. When he'd said he would make you queen, I was so consumed with wanting to power I didn't even think that that demon would do this to you. I thought you would be happy."

"Your idea of happiness and mine are different, mother. Very different. Now I'm stuck like this! Doing the devils bidding. All I am is an alcoholic, lustful murderer. And I wasn't that before."

"Lustful."

"I have sexual urges several times a day. I have a craving to kill people. And the only way to break this eternal curse is to find someone to love this monster I've become."

Cora fell silent at the new information. All of this was far from what she thought it would be. Honestly she felt beyond ashamed for her behavior in that moment. Her mind was barely on saving her daughter. Hearing that she'd be queen was enough. It was a disgusting feeling.

"I suppose that is my curse as well then." Regina frowned at her mother. "Losing everything and being so heartless that I couldn't save you from this. So you go now…"

"Mother-" Cora grabbed her arms.

"And fine the man…or woman who will love you better than I. Love you like you've always deserved."

The brunette pulled away and started to leave. She was sure emotions should've been spilling out on both sides in that moment but she couldn't help but feel…nothing. At least nothing too deep. Ten years under her curse she knew there was no point being angry forever. Although, she didn't feel the need to cry or fall into her mother's arms, she did stop. And she turned to the older woman looking after her sorrowfully.

"You are forgiven…mother," Regina said just loud enough for her to hear before she continued to walk back to her ship.


I don't have direct translation but I know what it's meant to say. Unhelpful family members…thanks a lot…

"You don't have to go," Cora frowned reaching out to her. Regina away from her touch and she snatched her hand back like it'd been burned. The brunette turned away from her and she sighed, "I'm sorry, I did not want this."

Regina's eyes widened and her eyes snapped up to her mother, "What did you just say?"

"I apologize for-" The older woman began only to stop at Regina's raised hand.

"You…you speak-"

"I learned after your father died. He was a wonderful man who deserved a better woman than I was. His death was my fault. What happened to you was my fault. And I'm truly sorry for that. I know this is unforgivable…"

"Unforgivable?" Regina scoffed. "I'm cursed. A better fate would have been to let me perish from the Dragon Sickness. Daddy would still be alive."