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Chapter 3: "The Pirate"

Killian POV

"We're back," Snow whispered.

It took only those two words to tilt my whole world on one axis. There was nothing in this bloody realm for me, because she wasn't here. Emma.

I had the sudden urge to run, to go anywhere but where I had the misfortune of being in this moment. I could run to the ends of this realm and jump into the next one but her face would never stop haunting me.

I hadn't imagined her teary red eyes, her quivering bottom lip as I gave her my final goodbye, I was sure of it. The image tugged at my heartstrings and I nearly doubled over from the actual pain that rushed through my body, as the truth filled me- she would be missing me if she had control of her memories.

It had never been this way with Milah. I had sacrificed my hand for Milah, but with Emma I had lost my heart. And there was no replacement for a lost heart. It had been much easier with a hand- just stick a hook in its place and make it a symbol of unending revenge. Except Emma had made me test that as well- my revenge had been carried away by the wind as swiftly as it had come on all those centuries ago.

The rest of the Storybrooke-turned-Enchanted-Forest-folk headed over to a couple who stared at us in shocked horror- we had literally fallen out of the sky, so I didn't blame them one bit. I missed most of the conversation between the two groups, but I gathered that the woman was with child, and that Regina's castle still stood.

And suddenly, I imagined Emma carrying my child, and how beautiful she would be. What would it be like to have a child with her? Milah had never wanted children, she had only wanted adventure and a life at sea. I'd always had a soft spot for children though, after Baelfire, and now Henry.

Gods, would everything remind me of her now? A life with Emma might have been possible if it weren't for Pan- nay, just magic in general. I hated the bloody thing- now that I reflected on it, magic had managed to ruin everything and everyone in my life. Liam. Milah. Emma. I was akin to a bomb- when the timer went off, everyone around me got hurt. Including myself.

As far as lucky stars went, I had too few of them watching over me. And I couldn't blame them for not looking down on me kindly- Captain Hook had been notoriously evil in all senses of the word, and I deserved all this pain. Perhaps losing Emma was a punishment for all my past evil deeds. If I'd known how much I'd regret my vendetta against Rumplestiltskin and all the evil that had festered in my heart because of it, I'd go back in time and fix everything. Finally, I understood the meaning of a phrase I'd heard my mates utter often on the Jolly Roger. Karma was a real bitch, they'd say, and indeed she truly is. I'd been arrogant enough to think that fate couldn't touch me.

Wallowing in self-pity wouldn't find Emma for me, so when everyone else began dispersing, I grabbed the first horse that Philip- the husband of Aurora, the woman with child- saddled up for us and began loading up everything that I might possibly need onto it.

And, of course, Charming chooses that exact moment to amble over. I'd come to regard him as a friend- the first real friend I'd had since Liam had passed away. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed the company until now. However, I don't think he would take too kindly to finding out what Emma and I had been doing on the way home from Neverland. Most likely, he would skin me alive and leave me for the wolves.

"That's a lot of supplies you got there, Hook." Charming remarks as he looks over my fully supplied horse.

"Well, you know what they say about preparation and all that," I say as I put the last things into place on the animal. I was avoiding looking Charming in the eye, because he'd see right through me. He'd know Emma was the only thing on my mind.

"Well, there's no need to overload your horse," Charming replied lightly. "The Queen's castle is less than a day's ride from here. We'll have everything we need once we get there."

"Aye. That would be lovely, if I was going to the Queen's castle," I said. There was no time to waste, I had to get to Emma as quickly as possible.

"You're not coming with us?" Charming asked, sounding shocked.

"You are a perceptive Prince, aren't you," I joked, but for some reason it fell flat.

"Where are you going?" Charming asked seriously, leaning against my horse and looking every inch a prince. While I was a one-handed pirate with a drinking problem. No wonder Emma never wanted me- her father was a prince, she could literally have anyone she pleased.

"Listen mate, the Enchanted Forest is your home, but the Jolly Roger is mine," I said gently, not wanting to hurt Charming.

"You don't even know if its still…" But I didn't give Charming a chance to finish. "Regina told me how this bloody thing works. It'll return all our belongings to this land as well as us. That means that somewhere out there is my ship. All I have to do is find her."

"What if you can't?" Charming asks, trying to find a reason to make me stay.

"I'll just have to take another one, then, don't I?" I asked with a roguish grin, but it didn't quite reach my eyes. "That's what pirates do."

"And here I thought you'd gone and changed," Charming sighed with disappointment. I felt the same feeling- I'd just lost the one real friend I'd had in a very long time.

I struggled onto my horse somewhat clumsily. I couldn't even remember when the last time I'd ridden a horse was. I noticed that Snow was rushing over, and I sighed. Great. Now I'm going to get told off, I thought ruefully. Snow could be very intimidating when angry, especially if it concerned Emma.

"I tried the hero thing," I added as an afterthought, just to make things worse for both of us. "It didn't take."

"So that's it," Snow asked accusingly. "Emma's gone and you're going to go back to being a pirate?"

"Back, milady?" I asked sadly. "I've always been a pirate." And that was true. Captain Hook was a part of me, and I would never be just Killian Jones again. No matter what anyone said, I was just Hook. And then I rode away, unable to handle seeing the disappointment in their faces.

I rode for hours without making a single stop. If horses could curse, mine would have damned me to hell for being so merciless. When I finally did stop though, it was twilight and I was thoroughly exhausted.

"I've had worse days, mate," I stroked my horse as he drank from a small lake. I sighed in disappointment. I'd wanted to get closer to the ocean, but it was too late to go much further. Hopefully, tomorrow I'd find the Jolly Roger waiting for me at the docks.

There was a tavern just outside the woods, and a number of small houses and a market surrounding it. So, this was a miniature town in the Enchanted Forest, and everything looked dilapidated. Obviously, things had deteriorated while Snow and Charming were gone for 28 years.

Nonetheless, I walked into the tavern, not letting something as trivial as a rickety building stop me from getting my drink. The waitress was very pretty, but I wasn't in the mood to flirt like I normally would. Soon, I had downed two drinks and I was feeling much better. The exhaustion had faded, the buzz was pleasantly clouding my brain and Emma didn't seem as important anymore.

"Thank you milady," I gave the waitress my best smile and a not-so-subtle wink. She blushed and I smiled even wider. "Has anyone ever told you how stunning you are?" I breathed. looking into her green eyes, mesmerized by the way her golden locks shone in the semi-darkness. She reminded me of Emma...or maybe Emma reminded me of her, either way it didn't matter.

"What do you say we find somewhere quiet, love?" I whispered, leaning over the table, as close as I could get to her. My lips grazed her collarbone, and she gasped when I sucked at her. "Come with me." She said in a daze.

"You are the most pleasant guest at the tavern this fortnight." She breathed as soon as we found a small back room. "Now, to what does our quaint town owe the pleasure of your presence?"

"I'm looking for a ship," I replied, letting her unbutton my vest. "But then I walked into a bar and found something better- a woman."

"Now, pirate," the girl breathed. "Let's see what wondrous things a man with a hook for a hand can do."

It was hard and rough, needy and lustful. There was no love or desire, it was just pure fucking. And it was clearing his drugged mind, and suddenly he was feeling sick to his stomach. He'd been alone for just one day, and look how he was acting. No wonder Emma couldn't trust him- he'd sworn to be committed to her, and now this strange woman was pressed against him, as they moved in a quick, jerking motion.

I pushed her aside and jumped away from the wall where I'd pushed her into some minutes ago and quickly began dressing.

"What the hell are you doing?" She growled, snatching my pants out of my hand. "We're not done. You can't just leave me!"

"Lass, I don't even know your name," I snapped, grabbing my pants and getting dressed. It was harder with one hand, but if there was one thing I was adept at it, it was surviving and adapting. So, I managed. I always did.

I left her alone in the broom closet, shame burning in my chest. I couldn't believe myself. A couple of drinks had made me lose my mind, and I was back to being Hook. And I hated myself so much for it.

I sat back down at my vacant seat, not noticing that a man had taken the seat next to me until he coughed into his hand.

"Well, well, well," The man leered at me. He was older, but handsome still, with deep blue eyes and dark hair. "If it isn't Captain Hook."

"I seem to have quite the reputation in this town." I replied humorlessly.

"Well, the hook gives it away." The man replied. He was also a pirate, it was obvious from his clothing and smell. All pirates smell like rum and the sea, and when you've been one long enough, you know how to recognize it.

"And who are you?" I asked rudely. "Forgive me, it's not as obvious."

"Really?" The man sighed. "I'd have thought being the most fearsome pirate in all the realms was a big deal."

When I didn't respond, the man sighed and stroked his dark beard. "Davy Jones. But I'm more often known as Blackbeard- a much more intimidating moniker, I'm sure you understand."

I'd never met this pirate before, and I was quite thankful. I'd heard plenty of stories about him though, and I knew he wasn't someone you want to cross paths with.

"I heard there was a nice ship at the docks not a half day's ride from here." Blackbeard smiled. "I wonder what pirate she used to belong to."

"Yeah, she's mine," I snapped. There were two things that pirates didn't play around with- woman and ships.

"Not… anymore." Blackbeard leered. "But I don't believe in thievery, so how about we make a deal out of it?"

"I don't want anything from you," I spit, fully ready to fight this dastardly pirate.

"Oh, but you do," Blackbeard smiled evilly. "How about the last magic bean known known to all pirates to find your lovely little girl?"

"How do you know about her?" I demanded. "Have you harmed her? Do you know where she is?"

"You are so desperate. So broken, so lost." Blackbeard sighed sadly. "Do pirates ever learn to stay away from woman? They are poisonous creatures, and nothing has killed more men than a broken heart."

"The bean." I snapped, not wanting to listen to this man any longer. "But I will find you and get my ship back. There won't be any realm you can hide from me in. I will find you and get my ship, if it's the last thing I do."

"Captain Hook, revenge doesn't work out very well for you," Blackbeard smiled cruelly. "You spent centuries doing the same thing with Rumplestiltskin, and here you are, a wretched excuse for a man."

"He's dead, I'm not," I said smugly. "I don't know about you, but that's enough revenge for me."

"There are fates far worse than death." Blackbeard said musingly. "I would know, I've damned scores of men to an eternity of slavery. And they all wish vainly for death, that most sweet release."

I had no reply, because he was right. My revengeful vendetta had been worse than death- I had damned my soul to an eternity of darkness for it. And now, being separated from Emma- that was far worse as well. The only hope in the darkness of my life was that I could find her. Hope.

"One more thing, Captain Hook," Blackbeard spit out the last two words mockingly. "Why don't you tell me your real name?"

"Killian Jones." I snapped. "But I stopped being that man a long time ago."

Blackbeard looked shocked for a moment, and then he smiled at me, and right then, I knew who this man was. Two and two clicked in my mind. Davy Jones. This was no coincidence.

"My long-lost son," Blackbeard said with a smile. "I must say, you have your father's good looks and black heart."

"Shut up." I snapped. "I'm nothing like you. I would never abandon my family."

"You already have, Jones." Blackbeard smiles sadly. "Your Emma and the child."

I assumed he meant Henry, but I didn't want to listen to this wretched excuse for a father. I was nothing like him. Almost as if reading my mind, Blackbeard smiled sadly. "Like father, like son. You are the spitting image of your wretched father- inside and outside."

"You're wrong!" I screamed, slapping Blackbeard across the face. He looked surprised, and I was satisfied at the sight of his already-red cheek.

"How did you know where to find me?" I hissed. "How do you know all these things about me?"

Blackbeard winced as he lifted his hand from his swollen cheek. "I'm pretty good at knowing things, son. And here's your bean. After all, I believe in good form." Blackbeard said in a mocking voice as he held the bean out. I snatched it from his hand and tucked it securely into my knapsack.

"I will see you again." Blackbeard said, and it wasn't a question. "Goodbye, son."

"Don't call me that," I snapped, hating how I looked exactly like him. And I was scared to death that he was right. I was just as black as he was on the inside.

"And one last thing," Blackbeard added as I turned away. "I wouldn't go looking for that ship. I don't have to be able to read minds to know what your next move is."

Blackbeard had been right about one thing, maybe many things, but I wasn't ready to admit it yet. I stormed back to my horse, and took off at a gallop. If Blackbeard was right in saying the Jolly Roger was half a day's ride from here. I could make it by noontime.

I passed many small towns, but I didn't stop. And then finally, I stopped in a town I knew very well. This was the first place I'd gone after arriving on land after Milah's death. This was the place where I'd inked her name into my skin, so that I would never forget her, as long as I lived.

And then an idea came to mind, and again I tied up my horse to a post and walked into another dilapidated building. The man who had given me the tattoo of Milah was long dead, and I didn't recognize the owner now. But, he would do as well as anyone else, I figured.

I walked out several hours later, my arm red and slightly numb, and my pockets a little lighter from the coins I'd handed over to the man. The pain had been worth it though, because it had been for Emma. The only person who mattered, the only person who could ever make Captain Hook a man again.

I stared at the finished job in the light of the rising sun and sighed. A beautiful, graceful swan was encircled by a hook, and in the middle, a banner flew across spelling out her name. Emma.

So that even when we were realms apart and I was drunk, I would never forget her. The ink would be a constant reminder of what I was fighting for. The man had offered to remove the tattoo of Milah, because apparently they can do that now, but I'd refused. She was a part of me, and I couldn't change that. But Emma was my new dream, and that was what mattered. I would find her, and the first thing I needed was my ship.

The magnificent sails of the Jolly Roger were outlined against the sharp noontime sun, and in that moment, she had never looked more beautiful and regal. I dismounted from the horse, and wandered around for a bit trying to sell the animal. I felt slightly guilty- I hadn't paid a coin for the horse, and now I was making money off of it. Captain Hook wouldn't have cared, but I'd like to think I wasn't him anymore and I did care.

When I got on the Jolly Roger some time later, I immediately knew something was wrong. I'd captained this ship for centuries, and I knew everything about her after all that time we'd spent together.

I pulled out of the dock and began making my way into the sea. It felt so familiar, so right to be in the ocean again, with the wind whipping through my hair and burning my face. The feeling of something being wrong disappeared, and I smiled despite everything. Being on the sea was exhilarating- even after 300 years it hadn't lost its thrill.

There was a sudden cloud of blue smoke, and someone materialized on to my ship. The absolute last person I wanted to see.

"I told you not to go looking for the boat." Blackbeard said in a reprimanding tone. "That's not good form, especially after I held my end of the bargain and gave you the bean."

I snarled at the man in front of me, the man whose blood ran in my veins. "This is my ship." I said flatly. "It was Liam's, and it is the last thing I have of him. I will protect it with everything I have."

"I have a different idea." Blackbeard smiled evilly. "How about you give me that bean?"

The bean flew out of my knapsack and straight into Blackbeard's waiting hand. He stroked it for a moment before saying anything. "How about I tell you that you will never be able to leave this realm until I give you my explicit permission?"

I just stared at Jones with hatred. He had won, and there was nothing I could do now. He was going to trap me in this land from which there would be no escape from. He would never let me leave. Ever.

"Please." I whispered, aware that I was begging. "I'll do whatever you want."

"I know you will," Blackbeard smiled. "But how about I leave you alone here on this ship for a couple months… years… centuries first?"

I glared at this evil man, hating every inch of him.

"I told you not to come back to the ship." Blackbeard said softly. "If you'd thrown the bean instead of searching for your ship, you might already be reunited with your Swan. This is all your fault, Hook."

Blackbeard was staring at me, tempting me to talk, but I refused to give in to the temptation. There were a hundred things I could say or do to him, but I held my ground. But the anger was bubbling up inside of me, and I started seeing red. I couldn't handle it anymore, and I lunged at Blackbeard, digging my hook into his chest.

"Haven't you learned your lesson, son?" Blackbeard removed my hook from his chest easily, and there wasn't a drop of blood staining it, even though I'd felt the ripping of his skin. "I'm not someone to be messed with."

"So, you see, Killian," Blackbeard smiled twistedly as he continued. "Going for a drink last night was probably one of the worst mistakes of your life. But you see how fate always favors me. You can't say I didn't warn you. Fate is not a light thing to mess around with."

"You knew who I was from the moment you saw me." I accused him. "You played me a fool.

"Yes, I did enjoy it, " The pirate acknowledged with humor. "But soon, you will go find Emma, because that is what I want. I will find you in this new land, and I will not rest until you are dead. You came to your ship when I told you not to. And sons who don't listen to their fathers regret it."

"Send me now then," I snapped. "I'll find Emma faster, and then you can come and kill me faster."

"But that's not what I want," Blackbeard said smoothly. "And I will get what I want."

Blackbeard disappeared in another cloud of blue smoke, and I chided myself for being so arrogantly stupid. There was a reason there were so many stories about Blackbeard, and here I'd gone ruining my one chance at finding Emma. Every awful thing that had happened in my life had been because of my arrogance, and I never learned my lesson.

Time went by in slow bursts, and before long I'd lost track of time. It might have been weeks or months since Blackbeard had appeared on the Jolly Roger, but I had no way of knowing. I spent three quarters of my life fully drunk, and nothing fascinating happened.

I'm sure that I spent most of my time in drunken stupors, but when I resurfaced, I realized I hadn't managed to forget Emma, All I could think of was how I'd failed her. Maybe this is just a sign that I'm not supposed to find her, I thought sadly. She belonged to Baelfire, and he would be the one to find her, not me.

On a bright and sunny day in which I was surprisingly not drunk, I noticed a dark blob against the sky, and that it was getting closer, headed directly for the Jolly Roger. After a couple of minutes, I made out that it was a large, powerful bird. It took a while for the bird to finally land on the wooden railing on the deck, but when it did, it squawked insistently until I untied a small bag from it's leg. It flew away immediately.

There was a note and small vial of dark blue liquid inside. I unfurled the note, and read the message carefully.

Hook-

There is a new curse that is going to take us back to Storybrooke soon. You must find

Emma and bring her back to break this curse. Again, she is our only hope. Attached is

a vial of memory potion- Emma will remember everything if she drinks it. You are our

only hope of finding Emma.

I stared at the note in shock and horror. Who was it from? Charming? Regina? Or Snow, who had a reputation of sending notes by bird? My head started swimming, and the feeling of hopelessness spread through my body. Blackbeard was the only way to get back to Emma, and there was no chance he'd let me go now.

"Is that so?" A voice called from behind me.

I spun around and came face to face with him. "Speak of the devil." I muttered under my breath.

"You have no idea how accurate that statement is." Blackbeard replied cheerfully, walking closer to me and pushing me out of the way so he could start steering the Jolly Roger. "You seem to be even more of a drunkard now… have you spent the last eight months in a rum-induced coma?"

"You knew this would happen?" I asked, ignoring his jibe, but it came out sounding like a statement.

"I don't read the future, just minds." Blackbeard replied. "But, you are desperate to find Emma and save her family?"

"No." I replied. "I want to find Emma so I can save her."

"Or perhaps yourself?" Blackbeard murmured quietly. "Do you want to find Emma to redeem yourself?"

Blackbeard reached into his pocket and drew out the bean. "Your days are numbered, Captain Hook. I will let you find your Emma and then the real fun begins- it will be much more rewarding, because once you find her, you will realize you have so much left to live for. And then I will destroy you."

He threw the bean, and a bright, spinning portal grew out of the ground. I knew what I had to do- think of Emma and I would land in her realm. I thought of the bustling city that she surely lived in, full of strange vessels- cars, Emma had called them. And I jumped. The last thing I heard was Blackbeard's triumphant laugh.

This realm was huge. There were more people than I had ever seen together in my whole life, and I was terrified? How would I find Emma in this bloody mess?

I stumbled upon a man who worked with something called computers. I had entered the store, thinking, that it sold something that could help me find Emma, and I couldn't believe my luck.

The man in the shop had smiled, telling me I'd come to the exact place to find people, and he had immediately sat me down, opened up one of his strange magical devices, and taught me how to use a fascinating thing called the Interweb- no, Internet- and told me that something called Facebook could help me find anyone I wished to. So, I instructed him to write Emma Swan, and there she was, a whole page of the Internet dedicated to her. And then I could find out where she lived through yet another page of the Internet. I gave the man a small bag of gold coins and began laughing at his astonished face.

"What, have you never seen gold?" I asked jokingly. "I owe you very much- I have been looking for this woman for a very long time. Without your magical device, I might never have found her in this bloody realm."

The man tried to insist that he had no magic, but I waved him off, chiding him for his modesty. He just smiled, and told me to take something called a taxi and show him Emma's address that we had just procured from the Internet. Apparently, this taxi would take me anywhere I wanted to go. I showed the driver Emma's address, and we were at her place mere minutes later. I gave the driver a gold coin, and he stared at me the same way the man who had helped me find Emma did. "Have these people never seen gold?" I muttered in shock. "Incredible, how do they pay for things?"

I stepped through the door and was meet by a wall full of buttons. There were numbers written next to each button. I looked at the address, and found the number 201 written at the end, so I clicked the 201 button and ascended the steps to the second level. The man had also taught me how to do all this after we found Emma's address. He had laughed, and asked me if I was a secret service or FBI member. I had no idea what those were, but perhaps I could ask Swan what a "secret service member or "FBI" meant.

I knocked on the door for Emma's apartment and waited, my heart hammering in my chest. There wasn't anyone coming, and I couldn't hear anything through the wall, so I knocked again, more loudly, feeling desperate. After all these drunken, hopeless months, I was finally at her doorstep. At last, I heard a click, and I stood straighter, suddenly feeling nervous to the point of sickness.

And, after all these months, there she was. A smile broke through my lips, and I wanted to just throw myself into her arms more than anything else in the world. "Emma Swan," I whispered, unable to hide my happiness. Whatever Blackbeard wanted from me, it would be worth it for this moment alone.

I walked into her apartment, but she blocked me off. Something about her looked different, but I couldn't quite place it yet.

"Emma, I need your help," I began still unable to wipe the smile off my face. "Something's happened. Something terrible- your family is in trouble!"

"My family is right here." She replied, gesturing inside the apartment with one hand and resting her other on her belly.

Wait, what? Belly? I suddenly realized what looked different about her- she was with child, and looked beautiful. She was radiant. My eyes softened.

"A child?" I murmured, and then I felt my heart freeze. "Who is the father? Please, I need to know!"

"Who in hell are you?" Emma snapped. "You show up with a story about my nonexistent family being in trouble, and then demand to know who my baby's father is? Do you know how insane and rude you are?"

"I'm not crazy," I saw with as much honesty as I possibly can. "I'm an old friend. I know you can't remember me, but I can make you."

And I leaned in to kiss her, unable to hold myself back any longer. But before I could make contact with her lips, a sharp pain spread from my groin to the rest of my body, and I staggered backwards in pain as Emma pushed me towards the wall.

"What the hell are you doing?" Emma gasped.

"A long shot- I had to try," I grunted, trying to stand upright again. "I was hoping you felt as I did."I gasped out between winces of pain.

"All you're going to feel is the handcuffs when I call the cops." Emma replied, one hand resting on her belly, stroking the child in an effort to soothe it.

In that moment, I knew without a shade of doubt that I was the father, but Emma couldn't remember. My heart squeezed as I imagined her finding out the impossible, and being alone and confused. My guilt at leaving her and falling for Blackbeard's ruse increased tenfold.

"Look, I know this seems crazy, but you have to listen to me, you have to remember-" She shut the door right in face, and I felt defeat running through my veins. I suddenly realized how exhausted I was.

I was going to be a father. Blackbeard had known all along that Emma was with child- he had told me that much, but I had assumed he'd been talking about Henry at the time.

Blackbeard's words echoed through my head "Captain Hook. I will let you find your Emma and then kill you- it will be much more rewarding, because once you find her, you will realize you have so much left to live for. And then I will destroy you."

I had dug myself a dark hole without realizing it, and I knew Blackbeard was laughing right now. I could hear it in my mind, even though we were worlds apart.

TBC

Wow… that was a really long chapter! It took a while to write, but I'm glad it's done with now! Writing Hook was really fun, but I think the rest of the story will be in Emma POV.

So… obviously, we don't know what Hook was doing all these months trying to find Emma, and we don't know how Blackbeard fits into it, so I made it up. The summary does say this story is slightly AU, so I took my liberty with this chapter. I know it won't be canon once we see Blackbeard's episode, but I enjoyed writing this nonetheless. I am fairly certain that Blackbeard is Hook's father, though- the resemblance between Hook, Liam and the actor cast to play Blackbeard is striking.

Thank you for reading and all your support! I love you all so much! :)