"No...NO!" Emma screamed. The crewmen were all cornering her, ready to pounce as if she was a helpless deer. Killian was in front of the mob. He gave her a wicked smile, eyeing her up and down. "Time for some real fun love"-
Emma then jerked awake in a drenching night sweat. The sun had been up for a few hours and its light crept into the room though the portholes. Its golden rays illuminated the room with light. She sighed.
It was just a dream Emma. No need to worry…for now.
Emma got out of the bed to stretch her legs. Before she got her bearings there was a knock on the door. Nervously and cautiously, she headed towards the door. Emma opened it and asked timidly, "yes?"
"Ah, miss, you're up! I tried once before, but you were still asleep. My name is Smee. I will fetch you anything that you would like. "
"T-thank you, Smee. I'll be fine though."
"Ah, yes miss. The captain would like to see you for breakfast. He asked you to wear this."
Of course it's a dress.
Emma hissed, "Of course he would."
Smee replied, "He means you no disrespect miss! He just fancied you'd like to get out of those clothes. I shall come for you in 10 minutes to take you to the Captain's Quarters."
"Thanks, I'll be ready then I guess." Emma took the dress and closed the door to change.
I wonder what he wants.