A/N: I still don't own anything.

Thanks for the reviews, this sucker is still unbeta'd sorry! On with the story, also I wasn't sure how to write the portal opening so our good captain has made it through so no one is confused about the gap there!

They were well into their trip to the summer palace, a familiar trek made many times since the loss of her love. Emma let herself drift off into her memory, of rides with him to visit her grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. She wanted to make sure that her family understood that her love for her captain was no passing fancy. He was her true love, she was sure of it. There was no question about it, but she knew that in order for the nobles of the land to accept her choice she must be backed by her whole family. No doubt her younger siblings were enamored of her love. He would practice sword fighting with her brothers, Andrew and Xander, and they looked up to him she could see the admiration in their eyes when practice would end and they would regale of her of his fighting prowess. Her family had welcomed him and his brother in their home and she felt the ache of their absence keenly as she rode through the familiar path. She was pulled from her reverie when Henry shifted in her lap. She carded her fingers through his dark hair, as dark as his father's. He'd fallen asleep not 15 minutes into their trip, she smiled at the look of peace on her son's face. He looked so much like Killian, that some days it would physically cause her heart to ache just looking at their son. Most days, however, when she would see Henry's brow furrow, or quirk an eyebrow, or turn his baby blue puppy eyes on her she would smile. Because even though Killian may not be right there with her, she knew she had a piece of him in their son.

Suddenly, the carriage came to a halt, and just as Emma was about to check what was the cause of their delay the carriage door was ripped open and two men dressed in dark clothes yanked Henry away from her.

"NO!" Emma screamed as she reached for the dagger she kept under her skirts. She managed to slice at one of their attackers in the shoulder before, out of nowhere, a cloud of dust was blown into her face and then everything went black.

At the Docks

The ship docked and the men aboard began preparing to disembark for the time being. Perhaps get a drink at the local tavern, find a nice girl, gamble a bit and sleep for some time. All except the captain of their ship. His eyes glazed over as he took in his surroundings. Finally, he was home. He scarcely dared to hope his love had waited for him. He knew he'd been gone at least two years, but considering where they had been trapped his perception of time was skewed. He began making arrangements to make his way to the castle and greet the royal family, when his thoughts were broken hearing the yelling of a young boy taken aboard another ship.

"Let me go! I want my mama!"

Killian ran down the docks to where the screaming had originated as he saw a small boy no more than 4 being hauled on to another ship. He began to run faster to the little boy's aid, but the ship was already casting off and by the time he'd made it to the end of the dock the ship was too far to swim after.

Killian ran back to his ship, and called out for one of his men send word to the castle of their return, he would prepare his ship to set sail again. He didn't know why but he knew he had to go after that child. Something deep within called to him to protect that boy, like a siren song.

Just as one of his men set to take off to the castle, they halted. The royal carriage had stopped at the docks. Those inside had barely waited for the carriage to slow down as the door burst open.

"Has someone seen the prince?! He's been taken by bandits, and I will offer the highest reward to whomever can help me bring him home."

He couldn't believe his eyes, standing not 20 feet away from him was the woman who had haunted his every moment since they'd set off years ago. He longed to take her into his arms, but something stopped him, there was a set to her jaw that gave him pause. She was distressed, it was obvious, but not that same if one of the twins had been taken, no. She was speaking of the boy who he'd seen be taken aboard the ship not a few minutes ago. Had she truly not waited for him? She had a son, where was his father? Would he not be here to search for their son?

One of the guards that had accompanied her, Ethan (Killian recognized Lancelot's son at an instance), tried to placate her.

"Your grace we will find Henry, you must not distress yourself further. I know the loss of Sir Graham was recent and a to have Henry kidnapped so soon after. We'll find him milady, fret not."

Had he heard right? His princess was a widow, left with a young son who had been taken by pirates by the looks of it. He knew what he must do.

"I volunteer my ship and services to the crown, as always my fealty is to the White Kingdom."

He bowed low as he came upon her.

"Killian? Is that really you? How?! Oh nevermind the how!" She ran at him taking him completely off guard. She threw herself into his arms weeping.

"We must find him. Killian, please."

"Anything for you princess. Surely you know this by now."

He guided her to the Jewel and began calling out orders to those who were still aboard the vessel. Ethan was sent back to the castle to send word to King David and Queen Snow. The rescue mission would have to start as soon as they could cast off, not knowing where the pirates may have taken the young prince.