I wait. More people are coming and at least one of them will be a kid. I'm excited. It's been so long since there have been happy children on the ship. I replay to myself a memory of the last child that on this ship. Baelfire and her beloved Captain, together at the helm. That too was destroyed by that retched Rumpelstiltski, even if it was indirectly, and I let the vision fade. If I had my way, the Dark One would be no more, but then what can a ship do? Most beings didn't think she had any thoughts or emotions at all. Just an inanimate object to be used to get from one to the other. Killian Jones was one of the few that ever understood. The crew always thought he was mad talking to an empty room, but I knew he was talking to her. From the moment he burned the Phoenix sail, she knew that this was a man who could feel what she felt. As much as she enjoyed flying, she had no desire to be used to transport poisons to kill untold hundreds.
No, she wanted adventure, but not at the cost of any life. Especially not that of the crew members that become dear to her.
I pull up a vision of Milah with her tears at the loss of her dear Bae. Oh how Killian longed to comfort her and make her tears stop? Killian held her close, rocked her gently which the rolling of the waves, until Milah's tears subsided. She always missed him, but as soon as I met Baelfire, sweet old "Jolly Roger" knew, this was not a person that would love her. The anger and hate that the boy had could in time fade and heal, but the will to control others… That was something that could not change and she feared what it could do. This Mr. Gold seemed to have the same spirit. He was often cold to everything. Even Milah's smiling face never lifted his spirits like it did the others. There is a mystery there, but one I haven't quite figured out yet.
Maybe this new child will be one that will love me. Emma does. I can see it in how amazed she is. How easily she accepts my ways, with no judgment, but rather with awe. The way she strokes the helm, like she's trying to give me a handshake or hug for my help. And the way she looks at Killian when he's happy. Ok, so that may be only in the memories that I show her that he's happy, but I've seen how he looks at her. Emma might just be the key needed to bring the happy Killian back from the grave he locked himself in after Milah's death. Killian's heart is joined with mine, but I can't give him what he needs. I can show him the past, but I can't give him a future. He needs to have the hope back. But Killian has to trust her to do that. Truly trust her. If he told Emma my true name, would that be enough? It would link me to Emma too. Would he want that? Would Emma Swan want it?
And this child that is coming is hers. (Although that Regina also calls him her son - strange.) Perhaps Henry will love me too. I shouldn't hope for a family on deck again, but a body needs to hope. There has been so much wrong done on my decks, it would be wonderful to have some good happen. I believe we are more than overdue for some good.
A/N This chapter is from the Ship's perspective. The story will continue with only what happens on the Ship, which will not be abandoned. Sorry for the delay in updating, but I was too caught up with canon for a time. This is short, but hopefully sweet. Enjoy.
