Jolly Roger
This is to fill in a long overdue review left by a guest requesting that J have something to do with the Jolly Roger. Hopefully you enjoy my interpretation of those words. As always feel free to drop a review of what you would like to see for a future letter or what you thought of this chapter.
Killian Jones' home was for all intents and purposes the Jolly Roger. He lived at sea with his crew and traveled by the wind that rippled across their sails. Captain Hook had literally resided upon the boat for centuries, waking up to the smell of salt and going to bed with the stars watching over him. He did spend time ashore every once and awhile, but he never felt as quite at home as he did on his vessel. Granted his home might have been a little unconventional, but so was his career path as a former Lieutenant turned pirate was more than a little unusual. Whenever the pain of losing Milah became too strong he would stay out even later under the stars. Somehow their infinite expanse calmed him.
He never needed to use the North Star to guide his way home as he knew the ship like the back of his proverbial hand. He knew the most infinitesimal details from the wooden grain of the mast, to the planks of the hull that his crew were most prone to hiding contraband behind.
Killian fully intended to someday go down with his ship like the Captain he was, but then he met a blonde who turned his entire world upside down. Suddenly he found himself spending less time on his ship and more time with the confounded lass who was preventing him from finally achieving his revenge. Still he couldn't bring himself to hate Emma, in fact he couldn't even really bring himself to dislike her. She was as passionate as the mid-ocean storms and as constant as his ship. Emma was hardened by her past and her life had been tempest tossed by cruel circumstances, yet she was still standing, unsunken by the waves of her existence, and Killian found himself admiring her for it.
Getting to know her was more challenging then some of his most dangerously stormy nights at sea. And breaking down her walls wasn't really the right word, it was more like slowly wearing them down. It was like how a small stream can eventually burrow through a mountain given time an effort. She gave him something to live for, beyond the revenge that had been fueling his existence.
-CS-
Emma was never the kind of person to ask Killian to give up his ship for her. Which was exactly why he had to do it. He had to get back to her because although the Jolly Roger had once been his place of comfort he had found a new home in her, and he was not ever going to let her go. And so when she asked if he had traded his ship for her the answer was a simple "Aye". Killian Jones was still a pirate Captain at heart and he could still tell you the grain of the mast and the planks that needed to be checked for contraband, but he could also tell you stories of his favourite Emma Swan smiles and the way that her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint whenever they went on an adventure. He could spin sailor's yarns about her hair, and to him kissing her felt like coming home. After centuries of obsessing over revenge on his pirate ship Killian had finally moved on and found the home that he would stay with for the rest of his days.