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Chapter 8: A bottle of Rum.
Tortuga was a rather rambunctious city filled with colorful people. From the many men that docked their ships to the pretty women that flaunted themselves in the windows of the red district. Emma had never seen so many clear as day pirates in her life. It was a safe haven, a sort of home to them all. At first she thought it would be terrifying, but as she walked the streets she found herself mesmerized. True she had many strange looks cast her way, some even dared to call out that she was bad luck. Woman in this world did not belong on ships, they should be warming beds, and pleasuring pirates was the gist of remarks. Emma simply didn't care, she wasn't going to be here long anyway. After a good nights sleep, they would move on.
The bar Hook selected was far from quiet. The little tavern was along the docks, a large brass telescope for a sign. It title the "spy-glass", it looked the most kept up, old walls bearing new paint. The windows held neat red curtains and floors were freshly sanded. It had doors on both sides, leading out to the busy streets, and stories above for lodging. When you walked in everyone lifted a drink and shouted.
"Back straight love…remember. You're a pirate, not a little girl in sheep's clothing." He had whispered her commands the whole day. Back straight, hand always on the hilt of her sword, eyes straight ahead, and chin out.
His jacket was clasped all the way to her chin, hiding her strange garments. It was hot and humid, and she couldn't wait to get a room and strip down.
"Will ya be needin a room tonight, dears?" A plump lady behind the counter to the right greeted them. She wore the same garb as the other woman in town, off shoulder shirt, and a ruffled skirt.
"Of course…One room-" He grunted as a boot kicked him in the shin. "Two rooms actually." The woman gave them an odd look before rattling off the prices. Hook magically produced two silver, and Emma sighed in relief that he had brought a money, on second thought, stolen money?.
"First two upstairs on the right." She gave a pointed stare at Emma "Your key." The object practically shoved into her hand in distaste. Emma held her tongue, but scowled harshly back. Rattling the woman, causing her to drop her gaze. If they didn't want her here, they should have just told her to shove off. But, the money was good, and the owners greedy.
The stairwell reeked of tobacco and sweat, smoke filtering up from the bar. As she opened the door and waved good-bye to Hook she felt her stomach clench at the disgusting smell of waste. The room was extremely small, about the size of a closet. The dirt and grim that coated the floor and walls, suggested it hadn't been cleaned in some time. The mattress was stuffed into a corner next to a lopsided table. Shuffling in Emma sighed, they really didn't care for her kind. Why?
Hook had tried to get her to buy a nice little 'dress', and she had denied. The woman here obviously did not get treated equally to men, and when they stood out to much were penalized. But, she would rather get scowls then leers.
A cracked and stained wash basin balanced on the table, a dirty rag folded up next to it. With a grim smile she approached it, sliding the door shut behind her. It would have to do. She wasn't going to complain. If anything that would just cause more problems. Lets just lock up and clean up, she thought.
The lock on the door was another reason for concern. It hung there like an old battered piece of metal, slightly pushed out from the door. One good shove and it would be done. Removing her gun from her side and placing it on the table she begrudgingly unbuttoned the coat. Laying it down on the bed she growled, no way in hell she was going to sleep on those sod ridden blankets. She could hear shifting in Killian's room and rather greedily hoped he was dealing with the same thing. The floor creaked loudly as people busily shuffled up and down the stairs, every time causing her to pull her clothes back on and lean against the door. There was no way she was getting clean or sleeping. Maybe she could find a bathhouse. A knock on the door made her scramble to the jacket, wrapping it about her in a panicked state as the door creaked open. He was leaning casual in the door frame, a smile planted on his face.
He swept his eyes around the shabby closet, for lack of a better word. His eye brows scrunched together in scrutiny. "Take mine."
"What?"
"Obviously love…they are not very fond of you." He shoved his key in her hand, and swiped hers from the table. "Go on now. I'll be fine princess. Get some rest, and I'll see you in a few. Remember…cover these up, I doubt anyone would understand them, but in the wrong hands…magic is magic" His hand settled on her neck, lingering under the jewels and against her skin almost caressing her. He smirked, "What a pretty blush. Lets see if I can always make that happen."
Practically running to his door holding her breath wasn't enough to slow her heart rate. She almost knocked over another guest in the dizziness. Apologizing quickly, head down, heat radiating from her face. God was he impossible, never-ending ball of irritating innuendos and sexual, but the end of her thought never came, as she took in his original lodgings.
Every part of her being wanted to stomp down to the plump little woman grab her by the neck and strangle her. It was not only twice the size of her own quarters, but the sheets were clean, basin stark white, and the lock actually worked. A sense of guilt flooded through her, as she glanced at the wall separating her and the pirate. Maybe she should just tell him to stay with her? I mean they wouldn't be doing anything, just sleeping. Her mind turned dirty at the thoughts.
"Seriously Emma…try being an adult. It's not like you want to jump his bones. Handsome yes…but a pirate." It was a bad habit she had, talking aloud when no one was there. She froze, the walls in this place were flimsy. Had he heard her? She was silent, just staring stupidly at the partition. No if he had, he wouldn't have hesitated to comment.
Shutting the drapes and slipping out of her dirty clothes felt wonderful. Giving herself a wipe down with the clothes and water drove away the heat, Hook had even left a bit of oatmeal soap. She scrubbed out the filth and grime from her tank top, jeans, and undergarments. Airing them out to dry on the window sill. The leather coat she simple swabbed down, smiling at her handy work and hanging it on the door handle. Laying down on the bed she let a lengthy sigh. It had been so long since she had a real bed, I mean something with a mattress. She frowned and when she could actually enjoy it. After a few hesitant moments she allowed sleep to claim her.
When she awoke her body shivered. The open glass letting in the sea's chilled air. Nothing compared to the fey realms, but enough to cause goose bump's up her arms and legs. Reaching one hand up she yanked her clothes into her lap. They were a bit damp, but that would have to do.
"Can't be naked all the time." She commented as she yanked back on her jeans.
"Sure you could lass." She froze. What the hell? "Honestly I would prefer it that way…why don't I come over and give you hand?"
"Hook…you dirty little bastard." She banged her fist against the wall.
"What? Don't want to jump my bones anymore?" The muffled voice laughed, and she couldn't help but blush at the thought. He was just to much sometimes.
"Pervert."
"A -and I quote- Handsome Pervert."
"Downstairs, five minutes." Her voice came out a bit to flustered. His laugh the only response. She buttoned up the jacket, stuck her sword in her belt loop, daggers in her pocket and opened the door.
Sauntering down to the bar, back straight, head high, and a smirk on her lips. Just like he had taught her. A few odd stares came her way as she settled into an empty booth. Beside the waitresses and what looked to be pay girls she was the only woman. She felt a bit bad classifying all the woman here as sleazy, but their shirts were low, and their bodies rubbed against the men distastefully. One of the bar maids caught her eye, and slipped away from a more rowdy group of pirates. Different hands feeling up her skirt as she walked. Emma almost hissed at them, but the girl seemed to find it enjoyable winking back at them over her shoulder.
"What to drink, miss?" She bowed a bit to get her order, cleavage clouding Emma's vision. The back of her short skirt caused heads to turn. She was a very pretty, exotic looking. Tan skin, dark hair, and plump red lips. Her face was long, and lean, matching her body.
"Rum and water." Her smiled as a bit strained, but Emma almost thanked her for trying. Quickly she returned to the bar, stopping to chat with another patron. But ultimately returning with two mugs.
"Same here love." Killian finally made his appearance, shifting in beside her. The waitress gave him the same treatment, bending forward to hear his order, but this time a sensual smirk on her lips. Emma noted his eyes glance away from her face, and she settled her yell with a swig of Rum. Finally turning his attention back to her he smiled, "Rum and water huh…where did you get that idea?"
"Books." She glared a bit, before shrugging. A smirk growing on his face.
"Oh Swan…I do like the color green on you." He winked.
"I'm not jealous, you have every right to sleep with any whore here." pointing at a few girls glancing their way, and slamming down her mug.
"Why would I want that, when I could have something much more satisfying?" He leaned in, his hand tracing up her knee. "Now. Hit me." He looked serious, his hand still inching closer to her thigh
"What?"
"Come on Swan. Do it." His fingers began to slide under the leather folds of the jacket. She shifted a bit, the warmth of his touch causing strange and erotic things to happen.
"Stop it Killian…"
"But we need answers."
"And molesting me in the bar is gonna get them?" she whispered dangerously, he leaned in and nibbled on her ear, his hot breath causing her to shudder.
"Yes Emma. Your being watched. Show them that I'm not your man." His hand didn't stop, just about to brush against her most sensitive area. "Unless you like this. Then by all means, we can talk to them later." Before she knew it she had shoved him away and off the bench.
He played the perfect part of rejection, glaring at her before jumping to his feet and grabbing his mug. "Fine. Have it your way lass. Stubborn as a mule." The twinkle in his eye told her otherwise, and the pounding in her chest disturbed her. The waitress from earlier sprung forward, the hungry look in her eyes a bit unsettling. Killian accepted her help, and placed a hand around her waist. They moved off to the far end of the bar him whispering every so often in her ear, as they walked she glanced back at Emma and giggled.
What the hell just happened? What was he doing? How was that going to make anyone talk to her? But as she looked around, half the men in the bar leered at her in interest, and the other half just laughed at Hooks misfortune. One even saluted her. I guess she was making quite the impression.
Taking another large gulp of Rum she waited. Emma let out a soft whistle, placing her chin in her palm. Just as she was getting ready to drain her cup, and head back up to her room, someone stepped forward.
"And who may you be?" The cup was halfway to her lips, tall and muscular, tan and weathered skin. He wore a red bandanna, plain linen shirt, brown pants and boots. The thing captivating her the most was his smile.
A sword was strapped to his side, but knotted at the base, small leather pouches hanging here and there. Setting down his mug, and sliding out the seat he bowed before settling in. His face held charm and intelligence, a charisma that must have worked on many ladies before her. Emma stirred her drink and took another sip, casting her eyes away.
"That sir…is none of your concern."
"Oh!" He shouted, slamming his hand down on the table in laughter. "I see little miss. Not one to be trifled with. Introductions then, and I do hope you give me more of a chance then that other bloke." He reached out a hand in greeting. She noted the lack of rings or baubles, just rough skin calloused from hard work.
"Mr. Silver." The name rang in her head, something she had heard before, shaking the nagging feeling from her stomach she returned the favor. The shake was strong and forceful, making her dribble her drink, and shaking her entire body.
"Emma." He raised an eyebrow, expecting more of a title. "Just Emma, Mr. Silver." He leaned in, the smile he held enchanting.
"Lady Emma." He tested out the name, finally nodding as if appreciating its simplicity. "What brings you to such a quaint little place?"
"As I said sir. None of your concern." She took another sip of the rum, he didn't seem phased by her lack of co-operation only more interested. "But, I do have a few question's for you."
"Ahh the lovely lady doesn't want to answer, but will dish out. Just like a lass of Tortuga." He seemed to ponder for a moment. "Then Let's have a game shall we?" He held up the mug and a woman quickly ran to fill it. "some for the fire cracker too." The maid nodded before returning with a second mug and a bottle of Rum. "Now these are the rules, and listen well. You ask and I shall answer, but not for nothing. You must take a drink when the question comes, and share the same courtesies to me."
Nodding she agreed, smiling a bit at the man. That was fine by her, she would get all the things she needed to know way before the alcohol reached her.
"Your first madam." Flourishing his hands in a mock bow.
"Why are you watching me?" She took a drink.
"A pretty thing like you walks in and it's a crime? Many a men in this place love gold, and my dear you are just that. A treasure of a woman. I didn't want them to steal something that didn't belong to them." He winked, but she frowned.
"Mr. Silver, flatter will get you no where." Although she could feel the truth in his words, he was holding something back. But his grin and charisma made her like him more. He wasn't so bad for a pirate.
"Oh so the lass is a clever one. An answer is an answer my dear, but if you must know. I saw you before today, and was ever so curious." He held up a hand, cutting off her next question.
"My turn Miss Emma." He stroked the stubble on his chin, then finally after a long thought inquired. "Do you believe in ghosts Mrs. Swan?" It was odd, something was off.
"No." He took a drink, and distracted by her thoughts asked, "Do you?" Shit, that was her question. Begrudgingly she took a swig.
"Not until the other day…but now I think that there is more to the ghost story than I believed." He scanned the room before moving next to her, forcing her to lean in when he whispered, "Where do you come from little ghost who appears out of nothing?"
Her eyes widened, he had seen her. Giving her time, he took another long drink wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve a satisfied grin on his face.
"I'm not a ghost…but I come from a far away place Mr. Silver." Looking past the mug she sighed, the world felt a bit fuzzy. To big of sips, she chastised, "so far away you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Fair enough." If he was disappointed with her answer he didn't show it, "Your question my dear." He tipped his head forward eyes sparkling, and she blushed. Shuffling a bit away, the air around them becoming heavy.
"Does this world have magic?" The fear in her voice was clear, and she thought about the dagger in her pocket, could she get it in time if he thought her mad? Did they burn people here for witchcraft?
"Yes dear. Yes it does. Though its been gone for so long, no one even seems to remember it. You can relax Emma. I won't tell your secret." Turning the mug in his hand he continued in a hushed tone, "Although I wouldn't publicly declare what you do. These men here, well they would use you for such despicable means."
"and you Mr. Silver?" Why did she care? He seemed honest enough, for a pirate. She did feel comfortable with him.
"Its my question, but I'll answer on good faith. I have no intentions of harming you, or your friend." His eyes shifted to Killian, who was at the current moment watching them steel eyed. "That is a protective look for a man you turned down. Don't you think?"
She almost spat her drink. "No. He's just a traveling companion, nothing more." He patted her back as she choked.
"Well then that makes things a bit less awkward." A genuine smile spread across her face, this man was sweet, even her biggest secret in this world hadn't scared him off. But he's no Killian, her mind corrected. No he was in fact the complete opposite, and she was very much okay with that. Killian, was one of a kind.
The bar around them erupted into song, as a tall, strong, heavy, brown man; wearing a fine blue coat and wild hair began to sing. As he moved through the crowd she noted the multiple scars along his hands and a deep disfigurement down his cheek, white in contrast to his skin. The song was catchy and many joined in.
"Fifteen men and the dead man's chest-
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
Over the noise she asked, "Who is that?"
"Drink pretty lady. For that is a question" She glared, only causing him to chuckle. But she knew the rules, and followed them. As the crazy man stumbled forward, Silver stood and clasped him by the shoulder stopping him from toppling over. "Old Captain Billy Bones meet the most beautiful woman in all of Tortuga, just Emma." She smiled tightly at the clearly annihilated man.
His hat was off in a seconds and his bow sloppy, grasping her hand he raised it placing a prickly kiss. "My lady. Are you keeping my dear John Silver company?"
"As in Long John Silver?" She took the man in one more time, no missing leg, no single eye. He couldn't be more than thirty, and much more handsome than the books led her to believe.
"My lad, you devilish dog. You didn't tell her?" Grabbing Johns drink from the table he squeezed the mans shoulder. "I'll let you two continue on with the chatter. Old Black Dog is rounding us up some lasses." He winked, before turning back around and beginning the song again.
"So where you come from they know of me?" He seemed a bit more serious, "and what do they say?" He took Emma's cup, letting his hands brush against hers a tad longer than needed.
"Yes…we know you. But I'm afraid the stories describe you all wrong." She glanced around before continuing not knowing if she held onto some very important secret. "They say that you are searching. Searching for a magical place." Her voice went lower and he leaned in so close she could feel his cheek against hers. "They say you're looking for Treasure Island." He slammed the mug down, a wild look in his eyes.
"Not here!" Grabbing her by the arm he forcefully pulled her from the seat and towards the doors. The old captain merely shouted his approval, claiming Silver to be the net of any woman's heart.
Fearful she searched for Killian, but when her eyes fell on him he was straddled by and kissing the barmaid. For moment she felt like crying, but it quickly cascaded into anger. Giving up she allowed herself to be pulled away. He didn't care. The sweet lines, and kisses in the fey realm was just a trick. If she was the only one trying to get them home, then so be it! She would do it herself.
The man pulled her down the street, and once in an alley, and away from prying eyes released her.
"In the nine hells young miss, how do you know about old Captain Flint?" His words were not harsh, more scared. Scared for her?
"It's a legend." She felt as though she would have to say that a lot on her adventures. Why couldn't she just keep her fat mouth shut.
"What world do you come from that such literature is open knowledge? No one is supposed to know but old Billy Bones and me. But even we can't find it. Locked away by magic…" He paused a sad and lost look on his face.
"What about Jim Hawkins?"
"Who is that?"
She paused, he may not even exist in this world. I mean Captain Hook wasn't really some guy running around in a red coat, with frilly hair. Thinking of him made her fume.
"Never mind."
His body became less rigid, and he sighed, "I knew you were trouble. From the looks of it. Following a ghost of a woman is never a good idea. I'll regret this, but it's the only way." He took a deep breath, "We will give you passage little miss, but not for nothing." The glint in his eye confused her. "If you stay here, your friends throat will be slit and you…" He paused "you would be safer with us."
"Maybe I'll just move on John."
"No." He said it almost to quickly, grabbing her hand in an affectionate way. Was he taken with her? "Let me speak with the Captain. If he agrees then we will come up with an accord. If not little lady you may create your escape." Slowly his lips lowered to her small hand in his. She hesitated for a moment, he was right one night couldn't hurt. Maybe she could help them find this magical barrier.
"Deal. And Killian?"
"The man?" His face scrunched in annoyance, "He might be useful. Maybe another cabin boy." She almost laughed, from captain to cabin that had to be a kick in the groin.
"Tomorrow I'll meet you at the docks. Look for the Pearl." He placed her arm in his. "But tonight, we shall gaze at the stars, and I will walk you back."
Heading out of the alley way she had plenty to think about. "I'm sure I can make it. Alone. It's a busy night, I doubt I'll have much trouble."
He looked between her and the streets, "Emma." He seemed to consider the option, "These roads are no place for such a pretty face."
"I told you…Flattery gets you no where." She slipped her arm out of his, and quickened her step. "Good night Mr. Silver." He didn't try to stop her this time, only called out after her.
"It gets your everywhere 'Just Emma'."
She couldn't help but smile, shaking her head a bit with laughter. He really was a kind man.
The bar was not far off, she could hear the songs still being sung all the way down the path. She couldn't wait to tell Killian. A knot scrunched in her stomach. Killian. Killian and that woman. Heat flared in her cheeks. The image of their bodies intertwined. He could go sleep with whoever he wanted. She didn't care. Did she? She continued to walk, even after she passed the pub. A quick walk around the block couldn't hurt.
So she was heading to treasure island. If anyplace had a portal connected to it, that would be it. When they had arrived, Killian had insisted they find natural portals and rifts, the moonstones were not going to last forever. A dozen or so of them left. They were for quick exits only. She would have fought him, had she not gazed through Jefferson's book. Thousands of worlds existed, and until she could learn to navigate a portal or find another who could…twelve chances didn't sound like enough.
A few cat calls echoed out to her, she smiled a bit before flicking them off. Who else would be found in this crazy place? Black beard? Red beard? She chuckled at a joke Henry had told her. The pirates of the world just say a color and add beard. He had run around for a week calling her "blonde beard" during "Operation Pirate". Wait till she told him she had met Billy Bones and Long John Silver, he would probably make her watch Muppet Treasure Island over and over again.
A few patrons from the "Sea-walk" Inn stumbled out in front of her. Had she really gone this far? Looking behind her she realized she was almost at the end of the strip.
"Helloooo gorgeous." One of them smirked, the other grabbed him by the shoulder and apologized. As they walked away he whispered "Did you see the clothes man…pirate woman…don't mess with one of them, they'll stab you in the back. Slit your throat and steal your money."
Shaking the laughter out of her head she headed back, peering up at the stars every so often. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a shadow, and before she could face it a knife was resting in between her shoulder blades.
"Well well…aren't we a interesting little catch." The voice reminded her of grease, oily and slick. The smell of stale tobacco filled the air. "Foolish woman. Strutting through like you own the place. Your kind needs to be reminded…I'll show you where you belong." A hand reached up and grabbed her hair painfully. Exposing her neck. The street seemed empty, no one looking her way. He pulled her into a nearby alley throwing her hard against the wall.
"Stop" Her voice quavered as she spoke and slipped her hand to holster. It was empty. Still left on the table in the inn. Instead she attempted to pull out her sword, but his body was to close and her movements were to slow. Her head ached as he grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her back. He clamped a sweaty hand over her mouth. Dampening her cries. Leaning in she felt hot breath fill her ear damply and his hands pull her wrists above her.
"Here I thought this would be more a challenge...pity." She felt his tongue on her cheek, and she gagged. With that he kneed her in the stomach. Her body automatically folding over in pain. The hands returned to her neck, ripping the necklace from under her clothes. "What nice trophies you have."
He released her, and she fell to the ground gasping for air. No. She couldn't let him have it. A boot applied pressure to the middle of her back, and he dug his heel in. "I'll be taking this."
"Killian…" She didn't know why, but her eyes searched the darkness. Why wasn't he here! What was he doing! A hard kick in the side rendered her body useless. Just the toe of his boot flipping her.
"Now they didn't say I couldn't have a bit of fun." She heard the belt loosen from his waist. And with one last attempt she screamed.
"Killian!"
Through hooded eyes, he watched as the man chatted away with Swan. Apparently he was doing better than most. He got the distinct impression that in her past, many had tried, and most wouldn't even get to sit down before she shooed them away. Bravo. Good for him. He rolled his eyes, and downed his cup.
"My dear…would you like another?" The woman was growing bolder, coming up to perch on the side of his chair like a love-sick puppy. Yeah she was pretty, and if this had been years earlier he would have taken her up to his room, over his shoulder, and ravished her. But, alas he had no appetite at the moment. "The names Marybeth by the way." She winked at him, as if he cared.
The man moved closer to his Swan, whispering something that not only alarmed her, but made her jump. Grabbing the hilt of his sword Killian prepared himself, but then she laughed, and blushed? Why the hell would she blush! What had he said...what was going on in that conversation? She was supposed to be getting information, not a new boy toy! He wasn't even that handsome. Maybe that's what she liked, plain, boring men.
"Marybeth…" The woman ran to him as if he was her only patron. "Who is that lad?"
"That's John Silver. Comes into port with his crew mates every month. They don't stay long, but they do love the drink, and woman. Good coin, and not bad-looking either." She slithered in front of him blocking his view, "Enough about them. Why not let me help you forget all about her." He almost rolled his eyes, was he this bad? Is this what it sounded like?
"Thank you my lady. Your very kind, but alas I have eyes for only one." He smiled taking her by the shoulders and lightly moving her out of the way. Did he mean that? Why wasn't he flirting aimlessly with this woman? Why couldn't he? Emma sure as hell didn't seem to care. He scowled as the man looked his way. A smug look aimed in his direction. This was his idea. Maybe Swan was just going along with it, maybe she was just better at this then him. He needed to relax. Taking another swig of liquor to calm his pending fury.
When the bar erupted in song he almost laughed, God how he missed nights like this, crew singing, mugs swaying. The man who started it all drifted over to Emma, bowing down and kissing her hand. The tension returning to his shoulders and stomach, what was with these people?
He watched the Captain, turn back to the singing patrons. Swaying now to a sadder song. One of lost love, and Killian couldn't help but gaze down to his empty mug. Glancing back up his heart leapt. They were gone.
Frantically his eyes searched the bar, and finally he saw the blonde head bobbing through the crowd, wild eyes searching. Nope this was definitely not part of the plan. His attempt to follow her though was cut short, as Marybeth pushed him back into his seat straddled him down and kissed him.
"Get off me woman!" Pushing the minx out-of-the-way he cursed. The look on the waitresses face paused all actions, satisfaction. God this woman just couldn't get a hint could she. Without a second thought he stomped out into the open night air.
Picking a way and beginning his search.
After about an hour, he decided she was most likely back at the bar, safe and sound, or…he scowled, in her room…having fun. No that didn't sound like Swan. She was to guarded, to damn stubborn. Or maybe it was just him she didn't like.
He thought that they had gotten along pretty well in the fairy realm, but then again not many other people to select from. This place was different, plenty of men to choose from.
He kicked a pebble in front of him. A bitter feeling clamping around his chest. Why the hell did he care anyway? It wasn't like she was his. She was a free woman, who had the right to do anything - and anyone - she wanted. It doesn't mean you have to like it Killian. Stupid Swan. Arrogant, pig-headed, idiotic, stubborn, beautiful Swan.
"Come on friend…what's wrong with a little pirate fun. She was pretty cute ya know. Hair like gold…I'm sure under that jacket the body matched the face." Two men were hobbling down the street, one drunker than the other by far.
Hook didn't need to ask eyes scanning the road ahead. Turning on the blokes he practically screamed, "Where?"
"Oh yeah…look at that. They match. Must be part of her crew." The drunk man giggled as he spoke, the friend paling at the death stare of Killian.
He pointed down the street, "Was wandering around the rim of town."
"Alone?"
"Aye."
Briskly he walked forward, stopping after a few feet. What if she wanted to be alone? He really doubted they would have said anything if she wasn't okay. Was she mad? Did she really need him...or was she daydreaming about that damn Silver? He almost turned back, but a heart wrenching scream stopped him cold in his tracks.
"Killian!"
Well that's all for now folks. I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you are excited for more adventure, daring, and devious plots. Treasure Island has begun my friends...and it's only the beginning. I'm sorry for the cliff hanger, but it was just to good to pass up. ;3
