I own nothing except my delusions.

Thunder clapped overhead as they made it to the port, the crew moving to quickly moore the ship to the docks as rain pelted down. Emma breathed a sigh of relief when Curry informed them that they were secure, knowing they didn't have to worry about the ship.

Despite Killian's reassurances, the vision that had been delivered in her dream still haunted her, even in the week it took them to arrive at the port.

She glanced over at Killian, who was completely soaked, seeing his own worry etched on his face.

"What now?" she asked.

He released a heavy breath. "We take cover. It won't be as bad on the ship, since we're now secured to the dock, but we can always find somewhere in town."

She saw the wary look he cast towards the empty town, knowing full well he didn't want to be there.

"We'll stay here for now," she told him. "You just said it, we're secure, and we can keep an eye out this way to make sure nothing happens."

He looked at her, clearly accepting her reasoning. He nodded. "Yeah."

They went down below into their cabin after the crew dispersed, some retreating below deck while others fled toward the town to seek drink, all wanting to take cover from the storm.

Emma removed her cloak, shaking out her hair around her as Killian took a towel to his hair, trying to rid it of the water that was clinging to it. Cold permeated through her thin dress, making her wish to grab one of the blankets from the bed and bundle up with it. She instead sat in the chair, drawing her feet beneath her as she chaffed her arms, trying to fight the cold.

Glancing up, she saw that Killian's coat had protected much of his body from the dampness, only his head and exposed chest subject to the cold rain. He looked back down at her, a defeated look in his eyes.

"Well, this storm is going to last us for a while," he told her.

She nodded. "So now what?"

"We wait," he replied.

Rising up, she drew him towards her, pushing him into the chair and grabbing one of the thick blankets before settling beside him, drawing the blanket up around them.

"Bloody hell, Swan. You're freezing," Killian murmured, drawing his arms around her to hold her close to him, trying to warm her.

"Yeah, it's cold," she said in an obvious tone, teasing.

"You know," he replied, looking at her and raising a dark eyebrow suggestively, "there are other ways to warm you up."

Emma responded by smacking his chest, earning a chuckle from him.

Despite the rough rocking of the ship, she found herself drifting off to sleep as she finally found the warmth she sought.

She jerked awake when a loud knocking resounded at the cabin's door, Killian jumping under her, having also fallen asleep.

She quickly got up, letting the blanket fall away, allowing for Killian to rise up. Glancing out the window, she saw the tempest still going in full force as lightning briefly illuminated the room.

"Enter," Killian called.

Curry pushed open the door, carrying their dinner with him.

"Sir," he greeted, placing the food on the table.

"Thank you, Curry," Killian responded, running a hand through his sleep mused hair. "Any reports?"

"No," Curry said, shaking his head. "Everything seems to be holding up."

Killian nodded. "Good. And has anyone seen anything to indicate that Blackbeard is here?"

Curry shook his head again. "Nothing yet. But unfortunately, it's a sizable port, and we're on an island, so anyone out can't exactly check right now."

"Nor should they," Killian replied. "The crew shouldn't be out. And this storm won't be over for a while."

"Aye, Captain," Curry responded. "I think that we're in the clear for now."

Killian nodded in agreement. Both men glanced back at Emma, who had wrapped the blanket back around her.

"Okay, seriously?" she asked, glancing between the two of them, Killian in just his black shirt and leather waistcoat, and Curry in a shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a brown wool waistcoat. "How are you two not cold?"

"We've spent a lot of time in the high seas during the winter, love," Killian responded. "We're used to worse than this."

"Plus it does help that we're below deck," Curry added.

Emma shook her head in disbelief.

"If that is all, I'll be making my leave," Curry said, grinning as he moved out of the cabin.

Still wrapped in the blanket, Emma plopped herself unceremoniously in her chair.

"Here," Killian said, pulling his flask and offering it to her.

"Thanks," she replied, taking a large drink of rum.

"Your kingdom is along the coast," Killian said in a questioning tone. "And I know you've experianced storms before. What did you do during those?"

"The castle isn't actually along the coast, first of all," she answered as they began to eat. "It's colder right by the water, so we don't get that cold exactly compared to some of the other places. And castles are a lot warmer than ships. It was always kept warmer, we were able to keep fires."

He nodded, accepting her answer.

Finishing their meal, he rose and drew her to him, settling them back into the chair. She cuddled into him, resting her head on his broad shoulder.

"I do like this more than the fire though," she admitted. She felt him chuckle beneath her.

"There are more merits this way, I'll admit," he replied, grinning.

Instead of doing anything, they sat together contently until fatigue took over, making them prepare for bed. After shedding her dress, she quickly crawled under the blankets finding that it was easier to get warm beside Killian without all the layers between them. Curling into his chest, Emma quickly found sleep, able to forget all of their worries of what was to come of their time in Port Teach, if only for the night.

Rain was still falling heavily when they woke, but not as bad as the previous day. The lightning had subsided in the night, and the sea had began to calm, waves no longer crashing onto the deck.

Emma hugged Killian closer, not wanting to leave their cabin. She felt similar to when they had stayed in Port Nau their final day, a sense of unease making her recall the dream she had.

"Morning," Killian said when he saw she was awake, running his hand along her side.

"Morning," she replied.

"You're feeling anxious," he said. It wasn't a question.

"Yeah," she said. She propped herself up on her arm to look down at him. "It's like when we were in Port Nau. It's the exact same feeling."

He nodded. "And we need to go into the town today, too. I need to check the ship first, then I need to round up the crew." He craned his neck to look outside. "I think that the worst is over. The rain may even break up before long."

Emma released a sigh, collapsing on top of him. "I know. I just hate this."

His arms encircled around her, his hand threading through her hair. She felt his brace through her thin chemise.

"Hopefully it won't come to anything," Killian replied. "He may not even be here."

She could tell from his voice he was trying to convince both of them.

Sighing, she sat up, pulling him with her as she mournfully left the bed. "Come on. Might as well get ready for the day."

He let her pull him up and stood beside her, pressing a light kiss to her cheek before moving to grab his own cloths.

Emma reached to grab the dress she had worn the previous day when his voice stopped her.

"Leather would be warmer," he told her. "It will still be cold. Your pants and vest would make you warmer."

She nodded, abandoning the dress to rifle through their trunk of cloths. She pulled her outfit, and quickly pulled on her pants.

"Or were you just trying to get me to take off my cloths?" she asked him.

"I would never do such a thing," he answered. She could hear the smile in his voice.

Keeping her back to him to give him a hard time, she quickly finished changing, finding him to be right about the leather being warmer. She went to the mirror, grabbing her comb and a ribbon, taming her hair and pulling it back.

She couldn't help smiling despite her current mood. Things had become so easy between them, particularly their morning routine. They were able to move together with ease, something she never imagined doing with anyone.

Both finishing, they exited out the hatch, climbing up on to the empty deck. Besides being wet, Emma could not make out any damage. Killian moved around with a more trained eye, inspecting the sails, rigging, everything for even the slightest damage.

Satisfied, he nodded. "Everything's in order. She's good to sail."

She grinned. "Good. I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to."

"I don't either," he replied as he moved to stand in front of her. "I'm going to need to tell Curry to round up the men that have left. I want everyone here on the ship tonight so we can leave at first light."

Nodding, Emma grabbed his hook, pulling him to the hatch that led to below deck. "He's probably in the galley, along with some of the others."

He grinned, letting her lead him through the ship. "Aye. He and McCullen are probably going at it."

She glanced back at him, giving him an amused look. "Oh, you know they are."

Sure enough, they found the men in the galley with approximately half of the crew.

"Captain, Emma," McCullen greeted, looking away from Curry. "Let me just get you two something."

"Thanks," Emma replied while Killian nodded.

He looked around, addressing all the men in the room. "I want everyone back on the ship tonight. We are to set sail at first light." He looked at Curry and Murphy. "I need you two to round up the men that went into the port last night."

"Aye, sir," both of them responded.

"And all of you, watch for Blackbeard," Killian warned. "There's a good chance he's out there."

After getting an affirmative from the crew, he sat beside Emma for their morning meal.

"We'll be okay," she told him in a low voice as she rested her hand on his leg.

He nodded, just enough for her to see. "Yeah."

She looked around at the crew as they ate, seeing that they were all tense.

"Is it normal for them all to be this on edge?" she asked quietly, leaning close to Killian. "I mean, is it the storm, or this place?"

"I think it's this place," Killian responded. "They're all used to storms. We've been out at sea before in storms like the one last night. No, it's got to be this place."

She sighed. "At least I'm not the only one, then."

They quietly finished, then gathering some of the men, left the ship to find the rest of the crew.

Emma held onto his hook as they moved through the port, finding some of the crew members as they went. They stayed close to the docks, seeing the different ships that had made port. They grabbed something around midday to eat from the port's market before they continued, enjoying the small break in the rain. Just as the sun had begun its decent behind the clouds and they moved to turn back, Killian stopped them, looking at a ship moored to the docks, rain beginning to fall again.

"Damn it," he muttered, quickly scanning the area around them.

She was about to ask him what he saw when she spied the brig with the Concorde sported on the stern.

"We need to go back," she said, tugging on his hook.

"Yeah," he responded, moving his hand to rest on the hilt of his cutlass.

She would have grabbed her own if she didn't feel the need to hold onto him.

Killian led them at a brisk pace, both of them constantly scanning their surroundings as they went. They opted to stay toward areas with more traffic, not wanting to be out in the open unless necessary. The streets became more deserted as the hour grew later, making them grow more alert.

"Do you think the others are back yet?" she asked him worriedly.

"Yeah," he replied as he scanned the area. "Most of the crew stayed on the ship, and with Curry and Murphy gathering them, they should be back."

After continuing for a while, Killian's expression shifted to a mix of worry and anger. His voice was low, keeping it so only Emma could hear. "We're being followed."

Knowing better than to question his instincts, she nodded minutely before nearly stopping in her tracks. "Son of a bitch."

"What is it, Swan?" Killian asked, alerted to her sudden shift.

She swallowed heavily, taking in the deserted, open street. "That dream- vision- what ever it was, this is the place."

"Are you certain?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes."

He released a heavy breath, gently tugging her along.

A figure moved out of the shadows from in front of them, blocking their exit. Emma released Killian's hook to rest her hand over her sword, exchanging a cautious glance with him.

"Ah, Hook, we meet again," Blackbeard's voice came from the shadows. He came into the dim light, his scarlet coat standing out bright against their dark surroundings.

The person behind them stopped, cutting off the way they came, leaving them no choice but to fight. Glancing behind them, Emma recognized the man Blackbeard had identified as Campbell.

"Mate, I'm starting to think you really are desperate," Killian responded, slipping into the haughty Captain Hook persona.

"Well, our little chat was cut short last time unfortunately," Blackbeard replied, casting Emma a look that made her skin crawl before looking back at Killian. "And you are a hard man to find."

"Well, I have been busy," Killian said nonchalantly. "I'm sure you understand."

Blackbeard sauntered closer, making both Emma and Killian tighten their grips on their swords.

"Now, at our last little rendezvous, you mentioned revenge," Killian said. "I would like to know what I did to incur the wrath of Blackbeard."

"Well, I suppose it's only fair you know," Blackbeard responded. "I grew up an orphan along some docks, scavenging to survive, all because my father was killed. I remember the night he was killed vividly, despite my youth at the time. My father told me that he had been reunited with one of his long lost sons, and that we were leaving our current kingdom for a better life the next morning."

Emma glanced over at Killian, seeing the color begin to drain from his face as he watched Blackbeard. She was certain that they knew who exactly Blackbeard was.

"Well, after my father tucked me in, he went out to greet his son," Blackbeard continued. "I snuck out of bed to see this older brother I never knew I had. What I did see, was a pirate fighting with my father before killing him in cold blood. Oh, I can remember the silver hook that the pirate wore. And so, I bid my time so that I could finally meet my older brother after all these years. So Killian, do you remember me now?"

Glancing back at Killian, Emma saw that he was pale, looking at Blackbeard like he was a ghost. In a way, he was.

"Liam," Killian said in a low voice colored with disbelief.

"Yes, you do remember after all," Blackbeard laughed in sick satisfaction.

She saw Killian shake himself. "There is no excusing what I did. I can never make up for that. I couldn't handle that he had another son after selling me and my brother to save himself. I couldn't handle the fact that he named you for my brother, despite what he did to him."

"Well, now you get to deal with the consequences of that," Blackbeard sneered, drawing his cutlass.

Killian drew his, but something about the way he held it was wrong.

Horrified realization washed over Emma. He wouldn't want to fight his brother, fight the last of the family he had left. And now Emma was going to watch her vision play out.

Blackbeard slashed forward, but Killian quickly withdrew his cutlass, blocking the hit.

"Swan, move away," he told her, keeping his eyes trained on Blackbeard. "Run, go back to the ship."

Emma backed away just enough to avoid the blades, fully intending to stay by his side.

"Now isn't that sweet?" Blackbeard mocked. "Now look at that. Even when you both know you're gonna die, she stays by your side. But a woman really should know her place."

"Her place is where ever she chooses to be," Killian bristled. He blocked another of Blackbeard's blows, but still didn't fight back.

They began to circle each other, Blackbeard looking for an opening while Killian tried to cover himself.

Thinking he found one, Blackbeard thrust forward again, only for Killian to weakly block it, ignoring the opening Blackbeard's attack presented.

They continued, Blackbeard moving to land an attack and Killian blocking but never fighting.

Emma felt same as she had in the dream as she watched them. Killian had promised to fight, but knowing that he was facing off against the brother he had left alone, he couldn't.

"So now the famous Captain Hook is showing himself for what he really is, a coward," Blackbeard mocked.

Killian didn't respond, instead shifting his eyes quickly to Emma, silently pleading with her to leave him, just as she knew he would do.

Seeing this slight shift in focus, Blackbeard struck forward, landing a hit Killian just barely blocked.

"A coward who won't even fight back to defend himself," Blackbeard taunted. "Someone who won't fight what they want."

Killian didn't respond.

Blackbeard laughed, moving to strike a fatal blow.

Emma watched, paralyzed. She never saw past that point in her dream.

She saw determination, resolve, and anger ignite in Killian's eyes, the blue turning to resemble a raging sea. He avoided the blow, his blade ringing out against Blackbeard's.

Blackbeard gave him a stunned look, surprised at Killian's sudden fire.

"I once told someone that a man who doesn't fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets," Killian said in a deadly voice. "And I have every intention of fighting."

Emma released a shaky laugh as she watched the fighter, survivor, her Killian took over, beginning to launch attacks of his own in a fury.

She realized with a start that Blackbeard was quickly growing tired, having used most of his energy on his earlier attacks that Killian deflected. He was now on the defensive, but struggling. Killian was the better swordsman, his attacks more precise and using less power than Blackbeard's, more effective.

Campbell realized this a moment after Emma, moving to try to aid Blackbeard. She watched as he pulled a pistol, taking aim at Killian.

Quickly drawing a dagger from her boot, Emma threw it, hitting the man's wrist and making the shot miss, instead hitting some scaffolding and making it collapse.

Turning his attention to Emma, he withdrew his sword. "You little bitch."

Emma withdrew her own sword, falling into her now familiar stance as he came closer. She had fought and beaten him before, she could do it again.

Campbell threw himself forward, a move Emma easily spun out of the way from to avoid his sword. He continued to throw himself at her, making her have to constantly move as she threw her own blows at him. She kept an eye on Killian the whole time, and he on her.

Emma didn't realize what Campbell was doing until she found herself near Blackbeard. Too late to do anything to defend herself as he attacked again, trapping her, Blackbeard slashed at her with one of the daggers from his chest. Instinctually, she held out her left hand to block the blow while she continued to fight Campbell. She felt a sharp pain in her palm as the dagger sliced through it.

Biting her lip to stifle her cry of pain, she quickly feigned to the side, away from Blackbeard. Campbell mirrored her, moving right in Killian's path.

Killian moved back away from Blackbeard just enough to strike Campbell, who was about to strike at Emma again. The cutlass pierced him through the belly, the tip of the blade coated in blood. Campbell sputtered before Killian withdrew it, collapsing in a heap of limbs when the support was taken away.

Paying no mind to her hand, Emma looked back up to focus on Killian's fight, moving away from Campbell's body, ready to help him if he needed it.

Blackbeard angrily swiped at Killian, causing Killian to step back. Seeing an opening, Killian slashed at Blackbeard's arm, dark red blood seeping onto the scarlet fabric of his coat.

Stepping back, Blackbeard flexed his arm, assessing the damage and wincing in pain. Emma looked over at Killian, who's breath was beginning to come out in pants, not finding any injury.

Killian stood back, poised at the ready for Blackbeard to try to attack again.

She watched as Blackbeard tightened his grip on his cutlass before slipping back into a fighting stance. She noticed his eyes flash over to her once before resting back on Killian, and knew what he was planning to do.

Also knowing what he was planning, Killian shifted his weight, ready to throw himself by Emma when Blackbeard moved to strike.

"Come on, mate," Killian said to Blackbeard, his voice daring. "Do you really want to do this?"

Blackbeard pretended to think it over. "Yes, I think I do."

He lunged at Emma, but was blocked by Killian, who used both his sword and hook to deflect Blackbeard's sword and dagger. Emma moved forward to cover Killian when the men separated, holding her sword ready to strike. When Blackbeard attacked again, Emma caught one of the blows, Killian the other, and using their combined strength, pushed him back.

Blackbeard rushed them again, each blow deflected by Emma and Killian, who worked together flawlessly, both knowing how the other moved.

Finding an opening, Killian struck forward, sending Blackbeard's cutlass clattering to the ground. A second latter, Emma struck the dagger from him, leaving him without a weapon as they pointed their blades towards him.

He stepped back, closer to some of the scaffolding that was behind him, before knocking one of the supports and making it collapse toward them.

To avoid it falling on her and Killian, Emma drew out her magic, the current pushing it back away from them. The pulse pushed back Blackbeard, knocking him against the wall, hitting his head in the process. His eyes rolled back before he collapsed, unconscious.

Emma glanced at Killian, silently asking him what he wanted to do. She saw him staring at Blackbeard intently before putting his cutlass in its sheath.

"Come on," he said in a low voice, gently nudging her shoulder.

Giving a shaky nod, she carefully sheathed her own cutlass, suddenly acutely aware of the sharp pain of her palm. She didn't look at it, choosing to ignore it as they moved away from the area.

Seeing the way she held her hand, Killian reached for her arm with his hook once they were a safe distance away, pulling her into a small alley. His voice completely lost its hard edge when he looked at her. "Swan, let me see your hand."

"It's fine," she protested. "It's just a cut. I'll take care of it when we get back to the ship."

"Please, love," he insisted. "It looks bad. Let me at least wrap it."

Releasing a sigh, Emma raised her hand, noticing how bad exactly the cut was, blood coating her palm around the laceration.

He reached into his coat and withdrew his flask, uncorking it with his teeth and pouring a generous amount of rum on her wound. She hissed as the alcohol stung the wound.

"Sorry," he murmured as he stuffed the cork back into the flask. He withdrew the black scarf from around his neck and gently began to wrap it around her hand. "This should do until we get back, then I can really take care of it."

She nodded, watching Killian as he drew one end of the scarf between his teeth and gently pulled it, careful not to hurt her. She ignored the butterflies she felt when their eyes met, but couldn't help smiling slightly how he was able to bring out those reactions from her.

He lowered her hand, carefully cradling it in his own.

She blinked, trying to snap herself out of her little trance. "We really should get out of here."

"Aye, we should," he responded, carefully looking out to check their surroundings before leading them out.

"I guess revenge runs in the family," Emma said in a low tone.

"I think your right," he responded with a low, shaky chuckle.

They remained quiet the rest of the way back to the ship, carefully holding onto each others hands the entire way.

Author's note: So, finally the reason for Blackbeard going after Killian is revealed. I didn't reveal the name of this port last chapter though it was the destination just in case so as not to spoil it, (as Blackbeard's true name in history is thought to be Edward Teach, and Blackbeard in here obviously has a completely different identity) because every single port in here is named after a famous pirate. And yes, some names are picked for certain locations specifically, like when any time at port marks a very important milestone for Killian and Emma, it's named after Calico Jack or Anne Bonny (so far Port Bonny and Port Rackham, after Calico Jack's real name).

Now, if enough people are interested, I will write a short companion to this that is specifically in Blackbeard's point of view, entailing his plot for revenge and what he does to try to ensure it. So essentially, a behind the scenes look at what neither Emma or Killian see happening, but does effect them. Since I post this on both and Ao3, instead of doing a poll, anyone that wants the companion just has to leave a little comment/review saying they want it, or even to just contact me through my tumblr, megan-vampire. Everyone has until May 15th to let me know, as if it is written, I want it to be released a bit later for the sake of spoilers for this fic.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Teaser: He sighed deeply, looking down at her palm. "It's my fault."

"What?" she asked him.

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