She was going by Leia now, her own little private joke. After all, no one in this world, be it real or fake, would know about her. Unwilling to steal, (she was the sheriff after all) she had magically acquired some pants and a cloak, ensuring that no one would guess at her royal blood.
It had taken a few days slinking around shady port towns before she had heard any news of the pirate captain. For the most part, there were only the tail ends of misplaced rumors, and muted whispers. How hard could it be, she wondered as she made her way through yet another dingy port town, to track down one, practically infamous pirate?
Apparently, it was like finding a needle in a haystack.
What the literal Hell, Hades? Finding people was her job.
"Well, it wouldn't be very interesting if I just poofed you right in front of him, now would it?"
Startled, Emma spun around on the cobblestone road, only to find Hades standing before her with what she assumed was a smirk on his ghostly face.
"What are you doing?" Emma asked incredulously. "Do you want someone to see you and start screaming?" Ordinarily, his presence would have been unnerving, but at this point, she wanted nothing more than to find Killian and leave, Kind of Hell be damned.
"This whole place is of my own design," he huffed, annoyed. "Do you really think I would be visible to anyone else, especially if it would ruin the game?"
"This is not a game," she insisted angrily, trudging past the irritating demon. "The moment you put someone I love on the line, it becomes serious business."
"You're going the wrong way, Savior," Hades cackled from somewhere behind her. "You're little fiancée is positively doomed if you're all he has to fight for him."
She walked on for a moment more before his words caught up with her.
A/N- Sorry for the wait; I've been obsessively working on some original stuff which I just recently finished. I hope this can make up for it.
-S.