A mighty storm coalesced on the horizon, flinging freezing fractals of rain at Princess Emma Swan as she huddled in a forgotten alcove by the docks. Shed been on the run for two days now, and while she had plenty of supplies and money, Emma did not want to spend another night out in the open where she might be easily recognized.
A heavy silence suddenly pressed in on her.
Senses coming alive, Emma turned her head and was not surprised to see her uncle, Prince James's guards prowling about like mountain lions on the hunt, their red and black lovey still distinguishable in the glistening dark of the storm.
It was now or never.
It was a leap of faith, and Emma had never been comfortable with those, always liked to know what awaited her, but she would not take him back. Not ever. Slinging a sleeping Henry over a shoulder, she made a dash for the docks, quieter than the night itself.
Emma and her son were less than a mere shadow as she walked up the gangplank of the Jolly Roger.
Author's Note: I am so excited for this story! I've really enjoyed working on it and can't wait to share it with you. I'd love it, if you've got the time, if you left a review, good or bad, and please let me know if there's anything I can approve on. But in a gentile way, if at all possible. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you continue to read.
With great love, Temperance Cain