Emma kept to the road as she slowly made her way to the next village. Hades wasn't being serious, was he? She knew for a fact that Killian had not proposed. He was her best friend, her boyfriend, her true love, but that was all she could say, wasn't it?
Suddenly, she could recall the way he had looked at her- with nervous uncertainty- as he asked for permission to take Henry out on the water a few days prior. Killian was not the type to be nervous about anything, let alone sailing. At the time, Emma had just assumed that, after the disaster that was Milah and Bae, Killian was nervous at the prospect of getting closer to her son.
And then, there was that look in his- their- eyes when they returned, before anyone had told them about Hades' grand entrance. He had been absolutely beaming when he had pulled her into his arms. She supposed it made sense. It scared the crap out of her, yes, but it did make sense. After all, the best place in town to buy jewelry and the like was Gold's shop.
She wondered if Regina had purposefully included that in the curse, in an effort to keep her parents away from each other.
But, could I do such a thing? Emma asked herself as she walked. She could just see the edge of another port town off in the distance. Could she really marry someone? With Neal, it had never really been a question. She was seventeen, and for the first time in her life, she wasn't really struggling. No, she and Neal had a great time together; they had this perfect little thing going for them, and it never included marriage.
But now, she had gone to hell for Killian. She knew that he was her true love. She knew that losing Killian hurt a thousand times more than losing Neal did. She felt bad for admitting it to herself, but she honestly believed that Killian meant more to her than Neal ever had.
So, why was marriage out of the question?
Before she could ponder this any further, she caught sight of something that stopped her dead in her tracks. She had just made her way to the edge of the next town, when she could see something familiar, very familiar, poking up over the buildings. Was that…? It couldn't be…
The Jolly Roger.