It had been weeks since Emma had first come aboard the Jolly Rodger. Things weren't as bad as she initially thought they would be. The pir—Hook, seemed to surprise her. He wasn't what she was expecting. Emma was contemplated this as she was walking to her room one night. Before she could reach her room someone came out of nowhere. He grabbed and wrestled her to the floor while trying to muffle the yells and screams that were coming out of her mouth.

"Unhand me you bloody pirate!" Emma yelled, "Get your filthy hands off me!"

"Don't worry little lady," the pirate said with an evil smirk, while he held down both her wrists, "You'll be in the best care."

Emma struggled and tried to free herself, but he was much stronger. Just then, she heard Killian coming running and yelling something that was inaudible to her since she her only focus was on trying to get free.

When Killian arrived, he ripped the scoundrel off of Emma. Killian had the most enraged look on his face; one Emma wished to never see towards her. Grabbing his crewman by the collar he yelled, "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! I said to NOT TOUCH Lady Emma! If there is one thing I DO NOT TOLERATE on this ship, it's BAD FORM."

By this point, Killian's yells had awakened the rest of the sleeping crew and had brought the working ones over to the commotion. Emma saw the head shakes and heard some of the murmurs from the crew.

"Looks like he's at it again. He never learns," the crew mate sighed, "He will probably be gone tomorrow."

Killian dragged the man into his 'office' by the neck. "Back to whatever you were doing!" Killian yelled as he marched away. The crew didn't hesitate.

Emma, still completely shocked at what had just gone down. She hadn't moved. Smee and two more crewmen helped her up and escorted her to her room.

"I'm so sorry for this Miss," Smee said as he and the other two men left her room. All Emma could do was nod and appreciate Smee's apology for what happened. Emma locked the door on their way out and went to go lay down on her bed to try and calm herself by breathing in and out. She eventually fell asleep to the sounds of her breath and the crash of the waves.

Around noon the next day, there was a knock on the door, followed by the sound of the someone was trying to enter. There was keys rattling and Killian appeared behind the door as it open. He sighed as he gazed his eyes upon the sleeping Emma. Her soft golden hair draped across her pillow. The way she looked so peaceful.

Killian sighed. She's bloody beautiful.

When Killian sat down on the bed, he gently shook Emma, to try and wake her without startling her.

"Love," Killian said softly close to her face, "love, its time to wake up."

Emma instantly recognized the sweet tone of his voice and the smell of rum and the ocean. She moaned and slowly opened her eyes.

That moan did things to Killian that he didn't think was possible.

Before Killian could say what he wanted, there were tears forming in Emma's eyes. Killian's stomach twisted at the sight of her tears. He couldn't stand to see her cry.

"Killian..." she said softly, while making eye contact with the covers. A tear rolled down her cheek.

Killian was completely taken aback.

She said my name, my real name.

"Emma…" he said softly, "I-"

She cut him off.

"You promised...you promised this wouldn't happen."

There was silence. By the look on Killian's face, you could tell he felt guilty and blamed himself more than he should.

"...Which is why, I have prepared sword lessons for you from now on."

He paused,

"But, you'll have take them from me," he said with a sly smile.

Killian could see a slight smile on Emma's face underneath the thin blanket she decided to cover herself with. Killian's face lit up at the sight of a little bit of her happiness.

"Fine," Emma said, "On one condition."

"Anything," Killian replied.

"You wipe that smug look off your face."

And with that they both chuckled. Killian and Emma couldn't wait to start the lessons.