Summary: With Killian and Marian's sailing business doing well, they decide to spring a surprise on their families.
An accident during a sailing trip makes everyone reconsider the power of their daughters' magic. And Snow wakes up to a nice surprise.


Storybrooke Harbour

It was just before nine when they reached the harbour, though Emma wasn't surprised to see Killian already on board his ship.

Even after a late night of drinking, or a night of love making, if he was due to sail, the former pirate always managed to rise with the sun. A habit that irked her sometimes, as she valued her lie-ins and often held him back within the sheets for an early-morning cuddle instead. And this time, once again, he was up with the lark. He'd helped Hope, now six and a half, and looking more like her mother every day, to get up and ready for their adventure. Spotting the Lucas boy already awake and dressed, he took the pair off with him, after kissing Emma's cheek and leaving her to bring her brother and young Elizabeth, a couple of hours later.

As soon as he spotted her car pull up, Killian skipped over the gangplank and down to the dockside, to help her unload their priceless contents.

"Hello again, love," he gathered Elizabeth in his arms as he unfastened her. "Any problems getting her up?" he kissed the four-year-old, who was born within a day of Locksley's Honour, on her nose.

"Early morning grouch, as usual. Mind you, when she realised Neal was there, she perked up. Now pirate, you promised me a breakfast?"

"I did, lass. Pearce is feeding the other two, as we speak. And coffees ready. Come on, let's get everyone on board before the Locksley boys' pig off everything. I swear that boy's got hollow legs!"

"Roland? They're here already? I wasn't expecting Regina till later."

"She and Marian are following and promised to be here before we sail. Robin and Roland are on board." Emma's brother appeared alongside. 'Hello there, mate! You ready for a rematch with Thompson? He swears you must've cheated last time."

"I never, I swear!" said the wily twelve-year-old. "He's just slow and can't count quick enough!"

"Cheated?" Emma was intrigued. "What were you guys playing? Last time it was chess."

"Texas Hold 'Em. Your brother's becoming quite the card sharp!"

"POKER? Killian, tell me he's not gambling? My mum would kill me if she found out!"

"We're not playing with real money, Em!" Neal defended himself. "We use matchsticks, instead".

"Just as well, Swan, otherwise this fella would have cleared out half the crew's wages last time!"

"I can't believe I'm hearing this. Why didn't you tell me? Seriously bro, I don't think mum and dad will be too pleased you gambling." Then she remembered her brother's quick mind. "And promise me you don't use any magic when you're playing?" With her superpower, she'd know if he lied.

"Course not, that'd would be cheating! Anyway, the guys can't help it if they're crap at it..."

The Nolan Farm

It was almost nine when Snow woke up, yawning loudly and stretching. As she came to, she remembered she was still naked under the quilt. Yawning again, she rolled over, to see another body in front of her. And it wasn't her husband.

"Morning," said Dorothy, equally naked, tired and yawning. "Sleep well?"

It took a second or two to adjust. When she fell asleep, David was on her right, and Ruby the other side of Dorothy. "Like a log. Where are they?"

"Off for a run. Should be back soon. David said he'd leave coffee downstairs. Weird isn't it, them leaving you and me like this?"

"After what we all got up to last night, I hardly think it matters, do you?" she sniggered. "We've all seen everything there is to see, after all…"

"True. I don't want to get up yet, though. Ruby's always needing to burn off some energy when she wakes up, so she goes jogging. Definitely a wolf thing. But me? I like my bed. But Natty often comes in for a snuggle while she's running."

"That's nice for you. Neal's not really a snuggler, and I never got to know Emma till she was all grown up. Perhaps that's why I like having Hope and Lizzy over so much. And Natty, of course. Something we forgot to ask last night. Which one of you wants to get pregnant this time. Rubes again?"

"We talked about it. Neither of us really mind, but I think I'd like to carry this time, just for the experience. But we'll have to see, won't we?"

"Still, if last night doesn't work out, you know David and I are always willing to try, and try again?" she pulled herself closer, with a cheeky grin. "It's not as though we're not all having fun..." They lay on the pillow, face-to-face. "Speaking of snuggles, I could do with a final one before we get up?" she reached an arm out and Dorothy moved over, sliding her own arms around the princess, to pull the pair of them together.

Snow sighed at the warm sensation of the two naked bodies connecting, as Dorothy's leg eased between her thighs and four soft breasts interlocked. She adored the feeling of David's firm body against hers at any time of day. But there was also something unique and comforting about the sensation of another woman's softer body pressed against your own. A yielding, of flesh moulding together, that just felt so right. So natural. Opening her eyes, she could see just how much Dorothy was also relishing the shared intimacy, her eyes closed and mouth open, groaning in delight. Feeling another urge, Snow lowered her lips over the other woman's, sealing them together as Dorothy felt a tongue slide past her own, coiling around it before withdrawing. Even kissing was different with another woman. Just as intense but, somehow...more tender.

"Mmm, that's lovely."

For a moment, time stopped as both women stared at the other's lips, sorely tempted to go further. But they'd all agreed never to do anything without all four of them being there!

"I think we need to get up. I'm not sure I can trust myself if we lay here any longer!"


Onboard the Jolly Roger

As the brigantine slipped its moorings and moved away from the dockside, Emma, spotting Robin sitting at the front of the forward raised deck, the fo'c'sle, walked up to sit alongside him. "Hi stranger. How're you doing?"

"Emma! Fine thanks. You? I spent some time with young Hope before you arrived. She was telling me about how to sail this thing. Bright girl, isn't she?"

"Don't I know it!" She smirked. "Precocious too, always lecturing me on things I know nothing about, like I was an idiot. Too much like her father, for her own good!"

"Honour does that, too. She may look like Gina, but when it comes to sass, she's pure Marian!"

"Look at them down there," she turned her neck to view the children on the central deck, playing. "Lizzy and Honour have been joined at the hip since she got here. I keep remembering what Merlin told us. About those two possibly being 'true loves'? What do you reckon? You think it's true?"

"Probably. He was quite specific. But provided they're happy, that's all I care about."

"I was sorry to hear about Roland. He's one of the loveliest kids around here. I couldn't believe anyone could do that to him! He was always-" she was distracted by the sight of two people running on the cliff edge path, a hundred yards away. "Is that…?"

"Your father and Ruby? The ones running? Yes, it would appear so. I often see them there. I'm surprised Snow and Dorothy never join them; but I guess someone's got to look after the children."

"Mum's not really a jogger. Listen, I wanted to ask you something. Can you still do that seeing-through, x-raying solid objects thing? Like Superman?"

"Of course. I used it at the wedding to…well, that's not important. Why?"

"Neal's started playing poker with the crew. Not for money, just matchsticks. So far! We both know his magic's come in early, so I want to be sure he's not cheating somehow. I don't think he is but I wanna be sure. If he was, and any of Killian's crew found out, they'd lynch him even if he is his brother-in-law!"

"I'll keep an eye on him."

"Thanks. And while we're at it, thanks for never mentioning to anyone that time I asked you to prove you could do it?" He looked at her, confused. "My underwear?"

"Oh, that! Are lack thereof. When you went commando?"

"Shush!" she blushed, whispering. "Yeah, that."

"Your secret's sake with me..." then, with a smirk. "Nice hook tattoo, though!"

She cringed. Just after they'd got engaged, Emma had, during a trip to New York, had a tattoo of a pirate's hook tattoo at the top of her inner thigh!

Twenty minutes out from the harbour, Killian took advantage of Merlin's little additional portal key built into the figurehead on the bow of the ship, to break through the realm into another. Most of the passengers had no idea it was going to happen, including his own wife! As the light flashed around them, a white arc covered the ship momentarily. When they emerged, the cool temperature instantly rose to warm, as a cloudless sky and bright sun appeared from the previously grey.

"Killian, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Emma was startled. "We can't just realm jump like that! We don't even know where we are!"

He gave her a wide grin. "Actually, I know exactly where we are. And so do Marian and the crew. The Sorcerer gave me a few little 'extras' since the last upgrade, isn't that right, love?"

"Quite right," said Marian, appearing alongside her. "He thought it'd be useful in an emergency. We have a little surprise planned! Everyone's safe and there'll be no problem getting back as we checked this place out before."

Regina overheard them. "Well I think you could have told us, dear! If I'd had any idea we were going somewhere hot, I would've packed accordingly. We're all dressed for a balmy day. But instead we're…actually, where are we?"

"The Caribbean. See that little island over there?" he pointed to a piece of land directly ahead. "That's Tortuga. We have a little barbeque planned."

"WE'RE IN THE CARIBBEAN?" Regina was flabbergasted. "Jones, we're all dressed for a day out on a windy Atlantic! The children are going to swelter under the heat! They have nothing suitable to wear, no protection, no-"

"But we have, Gina! I said it was a surprise! Killian and I both brought the children's, and your, clothes for the day. I've packed bikinis for us, trunks and tops for the boys, and sun suits for the little ones so they don't get burned! We've got loads of sun cream, parasols and all sorts of stuff hidden downstairs. And Emma, Kill's brought all your gear too. We're prepared, don't worry."

"Even so…" Regina huffed. "It would have been nice to be consulted."

"Then it wouldn't have been a surprise now, would it?" Marian grinned, pulling her in and pecking her lips. "So, off you go and get changed. I'll be down in a moment to help with Charlie and Honour. I've put all our things in the Captain's cabin."

As Regina walked across to the stairs to head downstairs, Emma pulled herself onto Killian, giving him his own kiss. "Well I think it's a lovely idea. How long have you been planning this?"

"A couple of months now. It was Marian's idea. The island we're heading for over there is uninhabited and has a perfect sandy beach. We have a couple of hours after lunch to relax too."

"Sounds like heaven! What did you pack for me? All my summer stuff was put away for the winter."

"Marian sorted you out, as well as Regina. I believe there's some new bikinis and things she said you'd look good in. You best ask her."

"Bikinis? Killian Jones, I'm in my forties with two kids and stretch marks! What on earth were you thinking?"

"Swan, you'd look good in anything. Unless you fancy, what do you call it, skinny-dipping?"

"With our kids and friends here? In your dreams! Nope, I'd better go down there and see."

Half an hour later, the ship drew closer to the shore.

As everyone started to gather on the forward deck, the crew rushed around, furling some of the sails, slowing the vessel as Killian, at the wheel, bellowed the orders and prepared to weigh anchor. Unfortunately, his men appeared to be having some difficulty with a larger sail at the front, with the larger ropes appearing to be tangled up at the top. It was making their approach a little too fast.

"Foresail lines seem to be snaggin' up by the crow's nest, Cap'n!" said Joseph 'Deranged' Jagger, his acting deputy for the day.

Killian had already noticed. "So it would appear, First Mate. It seems to be jammed just underneath. Send young Briggs up there to release it, if you'd be so kind?"

"Beggin' your pardon Captain, but the lad's down below, keepin' the youngsters out of the way. I'll get up there meself!"

"But have a care, Mr. Jagger. You've older legs now and those webs are slippery at the best of times. What with the rapid climate change, there's no doubt a lot of damp on them. Go steady now!"

As his deputy moved across to start climbing the mast, Jones spotted the three women coming up the stairway onto the main deck, all dressed in the swimwear Marian had acquired. The sight completely distracted him! "Mr. Thompson, take the wheel, if you please? And slow her as much as you can till Jagger gets back down?"

As his wife came up the ladder, Killian beamed with pleasure when he saw the yellow bikini. Since giving birth to their youngest daughter, Elizabeth, four and a half years ago, Emma had become a little more self-conscious about her figure. In her mind, she was covered in stretch marks, had developed too much fat on her tummy, and her boobs had become a little saggy. But in his mind, she was the perfect goddess he walked down the aisle with nearly nine years ago! Despite his continuous reassurances, during the short Maine summers, she'd started to dress more conservatively. Especially on the beach!

"Swan, you look rather wonderful!" said her husband, stepping down to the main deck. Despite his praise, he could see she was feeling a little uncomfortable and exposed, revealing more bare flesh in public than she had for some time.

"I quite agree," said an English accent, walking up the steps to join them. "She's got legs to die for, hasn't she?"

He turned to see Marian, now also sporting a bikini, similar, albeit white. But unlike Emma, she seemed a lot more comfortable in her own skin. "I don't know why she's so self-conscious, Killian. Personally, I think she looks lovely. Regina, doesn't Emma look lovely?"

Regina was the last to join them. "She does. We keep telling her Jones, but-" whatever she was about to say was cut short by a loud yell from above!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Something large flashed from above, slamming hard onto the deck surface nearby!

"JAGGER!" yelled Killian, realising the falling something, was actually a someone! Looking up, he realised the now lifeless form, his First Mate, must have fallen from the mast. Some 70 feet!

"He must have slipped!" said Killian, now on his knees beside the body. He cautiously rolled it over, bringing the face up. "I warned him it was deadly."

Marian dropped to her knees, beside the unconscious man. There was a small lie of bright red blood starting to fall down the man's forehead from under his hair. "Can't you two use your magic or something, to heal him?"

"We can't, dear. There's no magic here. We realm jumped, remember?" she lowered herself beside Marian, putting a hand on his neck. "I can't feel a pulse. We need to turn back!"

Robin now also arrived on the main deck, with Honour and Elizabeth behind him, dressed in sun suits. Like the others, he'd also changed downstairs in one of the cabins, and now wore just a pair of beach shorts. "What's going on? What's happening?"

"He fell from the mast! Robin, it might be best to get the girls back down below. They shouldn't be seeing this!"

But the two girls had already walked around him, hand-in-hand. She and Lizzy could see the unconscious sailor sprawled out on the deck. "Jo-Jo?" said Honour, looking worried. "I make better?"

"No, my darling!" Regina soothed her. "That won't work out here, and this man is really, very poorly! We need to get him back home. Now why don't you stand over there, with Lizzy, while we try to help him?" She looked at the terrible state of the unfortunate man, who still hadn't moved since he fell. Seeing as the drop was over seventy feet, would he ever even wake up? As she looked up at Emma, who was also trying to draw down any magic she could, she realised all they could do was get back to their old realm, and perhaps use magic to freeze him till they got to the hospital.

But Honour ignored her, walking around to drop to her knees opposite Marian. Elizabeth, who regularly used to play on board the ship with Joseph Jagger, lowered herself beside her best friend. "We make Jo-Jo better now?" Without waiting for anyone to say anything else, Honour placed a small palm flat on the seaman's head, closing her eyes as Elizabeth grabbed her free left hand, before also closing her eyes, to the surprise of both their mothers. Emma looked at them, intrigued. The two children were nearly six, born within a day of one another, and their magic had never shown itself apart from that day they somehow brought Emma's father out of his coma. And according to Robin, his little one had fixed Roland's severely beaten face only a day before. But nothing apart from that. And now, there was a fair chance the man would die in front of them!

"Hope, my love, Jo-Jo's far too poorly for that right now, and there isn't any magic here. Let's leave him be, and we'll carry him downstairs to a bed."

But the girls still ignored her, eyes closed, while she felt a warm hand on her bare shoulder. "Let them try, Emma. You never know…" It was Robin.

After half a minute, Honour opened her eyes and she exchanged a little smile with her friend, sitting back. As Killian called Thompson to bring up a stretcher for the poor soul, a loud gasp was heard from the floor.

Jagger was awake! Awake and gulping in air like he was about to drown!"

"Fuck", said Emma, under her breath, looking up at Regina in astonishment. "How? There's no magic here?"

Regina shook her head, as bewildered as she was. "I have no idea!"

As the former pirate shuddered, getting his breath back, he let out a loud groan, trying to turn.

"Stay down, mate!" said a worried Killian, lowering himself to his side. "You had a bad fall. Give me and the boys a minute, and we'll get you down below!"

However, Jagger ignored him, twisting his body around violently to sit upright, both hands going to shield his left eye. Or eye patch, to be specific! "AAAAHHH! BLOODY 'ELL! IT HURTS!"

Joseph Jagger had been only seventeen when he'd lost the use of his left eye. One of his first ever jobs in the shipyard had been as a 'holder-on', someone who held down white-hot rivets with long tongs while his father bashed them into place with a hammer. A solitary shard of molten metal had split off and jumped into his eye, blinding it forever. He wore a patch over it ever since, removing it only in battle which gave him a fearsome, wild appearance to the enemy, which was how his 'Deranged' soubriquet started. Initially a Royal Navy gunsmith, his quick wits, loyalty and dedication to duty soon became recognised and he was soon promoted through the ranks to Lieutenant, until his captain defied the government and he went into piracy, when he followed. But despite his intelligence, the 'Deranged' moniker stood.

"Briggs!" yelled the captain, "Don't just stand there with your gob open, go get him some fresh water to bathe his eye!"

As the sitting man tried to calm himself, he ripped off the black eyepatch he'd chosen that day, and gasped in shock, blinking furiously. "I…I…I CAN SEE! DAMMIT, I CAN SEE!" Turning to the side, he saw Regina kneeling close by. "I CAN SEE YE!"

"Bloody hell!" gasped his captain. "Your bad eye? It's working?"

As his two eyes came into focus, the left for the first time in forty decades, his stunned gaze drifted across the people surrounding him. There were two young women, one the captain's wife, with barely any clothes on! Then a bearded man he recognised as the captain's outlaw friend, who appeared to be smiling. Then a smiling little young blonde girl he knew well, and a dark-haired girl close beside her. "JO-JO!" she yelled. "YOU BETTER NOW?"

"So it would seem, Hope, my sweet one!" he cackled, still bewildered.

"Me and Honnie made you better!" she looked at her friend, taking her hand, both smiling at him.

"It's true, mate!" added Robin. "We don't know how they did it, but they did! Frankly, we thought you were a goner!"

An hour later, in a quiet white-sandy cove on the little island, several of the crew had already fired up the barbecue, and were now serving food and drink. Nearby, on three of the recliners they'd laid out, Marian, Regina and Emma sat side-by-side, watching their children play in the surf with Robin and Killian.

"Swan, are you sure you couldn't get a little bit more chicken on that plate?" said Regina sarcastically, grinning at the huge mound of food. She held a chilled glass of white wine, taking a sip.

"What? I'm hungry! Besides, I missed most of the breakfast. Your son and husband demolished most of that between them!"

All three women started laughing, as Emma took the first bite of her lunch. They were distracted by a loud, happy squeal, as Honour was being swung through the waves between Killian and Robin, how now in swimming trunks. Hope was close by, being shown a crab plucked from the water by Roland, as Elizabeth watched them, playing with a bucket and spade.

"So, what did you make of all that? The Jagger incident? Curing a man who's been blind most of his life?" Regina twirled her glass.

"It was bizarre," said Emma. "I've definitely got no magic here, and you haven't either. I didn't ask Robin, but assume he's the same? But how else can you explain them fixing him like that?"

All three of them looked at the girls, playing happily. "I can't. It's a mystery."

Marian bit off a piece of sausage. "Those two always stay within a few feet of each other. And they can't bear to be parted. I reckon Merlin was right. I think they'll probably be a couple in the future…"

"Heaven help us if they get married! We'll have Swan here, as an in-law!"

"Cuts both ways, queenie," the blonde retorted, poking her tongue out. "Outlaws marrying royals? Who'd have thought it?"

"Hey, thief!" yelled Regina, frowning, when Marian stole a piece of chicken breast from her plate. "Get your own food! Of course, you do realize, Swan, that Marian here is technically more 'royal' than either of us? You wouldn't believe it, the way she behaves!"

"And you wouldn't have me any other way!" said Marian, rising and pecking her greasy lips against her wife's cheek. "Play nice girls, or I won't bring you another glass of wine!"

"Hey Marian," Emma took another mouthful, then, "Killian told me about his forfeit!"

"Forfeit?" Regina looked puzzled while Marian started laughing.

"I finally beat him at chess last week." Marian explained. "The first time in ages! Last time, he beat me, so he had me reading up a bloody boring sailing book, then having to recount all the main features to him!" She smirked at the Saviour, delighted. "So, for his forfeit, he has to read Brontë's Wuthering Heights this week. I'm going to deliberately test him on the most romantic bits on the way back, so that should make him squirm! Thank you for reminding me, Emma. Otherwise, I'd have forgotten all about it."

"For god's sake, don't tell him I reminded you! He'll have a fit!"

The taller woman stood, leaving them and walking over the sand to the drinks table, Emma watched her go, before whispering "I must say Gina, your missus looks seriously good in a bikini! Hell, I bloody wish I had her figure!"

"Mmm?" She saw where she was looking. "Yes, she does, doesn't she? I introduced her to them when we were on honeymoon. And as for you, I don't know what you were complaining about? As Marian said, you look absolutely fine." They shared a look, both silently recalling that time six years ago, when they'd admitted their hidden feelings for each other. Neither had ever seen the other in so little clothing and it hadn't gone unnoticed!

"Maybe, but…she looks like something else. I saw half the crew gaping at her when she came on deck wearing that. You can hardly blame them, what with those legs! And as for her boobs!"

"Excuse me? That's my wife you're talking about! And you're supposed to be straight."

"Just admiring…" She sheepishly picked up another piece of meat, nibbling it. "Hey, I forgot to tell you. Elsa supposed to be coming back to Storybrooke with John next week. She wants to meet. How about we do a girls' night on the Friday? Ashley and Kathryn said they're free and Ruby's up for it. You and Marian haven't been around for a while. How about it?"

"If Marian's up for it and Robin can child-mind, then I guess we could. Provided we don't do any of that truth-or-dare nonsense. Last time was embarrassing!"

"Fair enough. I'll confirm us a table at Guido's. We can-" she was distracted by something out of the corner of her eye. Where Killian and Jones were playing by the water's edge, someone was standing, talking to them. A woman. A very familiar redhead.

"Regina? Look over there, to Killian and the girls? Is that…?"

"Ariel! What on earth is she doing here?"

"No idea, but not just that. Look who's standing behind her?"

"Triton?"