She Belonged To Him

For ten years, Killian Jones and his crew grew to become the strongest and the most feared pirates to sail the seven seas. His first mate was killed three years into their years as pirates. He did not promote any of his men. He promoted Beatrice. None of the men argued. Beatrice had become part of the crew. All the men loved her. She would do the men's work with no complaint. A year after Captain Liam's death, Beatrice moved into the arms of her late husband's brother. The men were told of their previous love and how she had to marry Liam Jones instead of Killian. They may be men but they found it a heart warming story.

"It's been ten years." She smiled, one late morning. Her fingers danced across his bare chest. She was draped over his naked body. The sheet covering only their legs.

He raised his head and placed his arm under his head. "It's been that long?" His fingers moving up and down her smooth back.

"Hmmm..." She hummed as she ran her fingers up and down his chest.

"Will you marry me?" He murmured as his lips brushed against her hair.

She stopped breathing. For nine years, she had waited to hear those words from him. Even longer actually. Beatrice sat up and looked down at him. "What?"

He reached up and brushed his knuckles against her cheek. "I repeat. Will you marry me?"

She smiled and then laughed. "Yes. Yes." She lay on top of him and kissed him hard on the lips. "Yes. I have waited for so long to hear you ask me that." She kissed him once more. She could not help but smile as he held her tightly and turned them over. "Now, I have something to tell you. Killian..."

"CAPTAIN!" A voice shouted from above, stopping her from continuing on. "A ship approaches!"

"Hold that thought." Killian groaned and kissed her once more. "We're coming!" The two of them climbed out of bed and dressed. From the day Liam died and she became a pirate, Beatrice never wore a dress again. Killian leant her men's clothing until they were able to buy her some clothes on her own. Killian dressed all in black. She dressed in leather trousers, a white shirt with a belt around her waist and a long brown coat. "I love you in these clothes." He kissed her quickly before the two of them ran from the cabin and onto deck. "Another pirate," he said as he examined the ship through his telescope.

"Orders, Captain?" Beatrice asked him. Below deck, she called him by his name, but when in front of the crew, she always called him by his rank.

"Hoist the colours first. Get into positions."

"Positions!" Beatrice shouted, ordering the men. "Hoist the colours!" The men rushed around the ship. Some disappeared below to ready the cannons below. She looked up to the see their flag being hoisted up proudly. She stood next to Killian. Her long, golden hair was tied back and brought over her shoulder. The years on the sea had caused her hair to curl a lot more. "What do we do now?" She asked Killian as the other ship came to a stand still a mile away from them.

He said nothing. They watched as a long boat from the other ship was lowered into the waters. "Well, their captain is trustworthy. He's sending a boat." He counted the men as he looked through the telescope. "Only 7 men are coming." He watched as they rowed to the Jolly Roger. "Oh dear god." He had focused on one man.

"What is it?" She asked him, trying to see what he could see.

He lowered the telescope. "It's my father." He kept his eyes on the moving boat. "I suggest you go below." Killian looked down at her. "I may need to tell him about Liam. If he sees you here, it may anger him that you've stayed with me."

Beatrice shook her head. "No."

"Bea," whispering her name. "Please." He looked up as the longboat got closer.

"No." She shook her head. "He has to know the truth." She reached over and held his hand for a moment. "It's your ship. Your rules. He will have to obey them once he sets foot on the deck."

He laughed softly and kissed her cheek quickly. "Fine. My stubborn Bea."

"Only in bed." She giggled and followed him to the lower deck, just as the visiting men climbed onto the deck.

"Well well." The oldest of the men smirked. Beatrice knew that smirk anywhere. Killian had that smirk. This must be his father. "I see you have become a pirate." He stood a few feet away from Killian, who stood silently. "Stupid boy. You've earned yourself a bad reputation."

"Don't care. Did it for the right reasons." Killian sneered. "At least I don't abandon my family."

"I can see that." He looked behind Killian, where Beatrice stood. "I see you have kept your brother's wife." He stepped around Killian and stood in front of her. "Are you keeping his bed warm too?"

"Now now, Davy Jones." Beatrice grinned sweetly. "You're just jealous that your son has someone in his bed. While you will always be alone." She gave a small laugh. "Why are you here? Do you want some of your son's power? We heard you had been the powerful man on the seas but now Killian is."

"She's forward." He sneered down at her. "Only had my son marry you for your money."

"Which you don't have." Killian spoke up from behind him. "My fiancé is in charge of her wealth. As you know that I am a pirate then you must know that Liam is dead." His father did not speak. "It is because of Liam's death I am a pirate. I now ask you to leave or I shall be forced to fire upon your ship. You did not come here under parley. You came here on your own accord."

"I did. I just wanted to see if the rumours were true. A female pirate." He was still looking down at Beatrice, who was becoming uncomfortable with his stares. "You really are a stupid boy, Killian." He stepped away and moved to the edge.

Beatrice moved to Killian's side. Killian's hand was on the hilt of his sword. "Captain Jones, I will ask you to leave my ship or I will shoot your own ship."

"Stupid boy." He withdrew a pistol.

"No!" Beatrice screamed and placed herself in front of Killian just as Davy Jones pulled the trigger. The bullet embedding itself in her stomach.

"No! No! No!" Killian caught her as she began to collapse. "HOLD HIM!" He screamed at his men. "Hold them all!" His men held every man, who had come with Davy Jones. "Bea... Beatrice." He held her tightly, laying her on his lap. "No... No..."

She held her hand over her wound. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to die."

"But I don't want you to die!" He wept over her. He didn't care if his crew saw him cry. "Don't leave me."

"I'm sorry," she whispered softly. She could not speak any louder. "I should have told you..."

He frowned down at her. "What?"

Her lower lip trembled as she tried to speak. "We... We... We were... Going to have a baby."

"What?" He pressed his hand on top of her hand.

"I was going to tell you." Her voice breaking as she spoke. "Earlier. But the ship."

"No!" He shook his head in despair. "Oh Bea." He let out a loud sob as he bent down to kiss her. "I am so sorry. I should have protected you better."

"No." She gave a small, weak smile. "It's part of our life. We're pirates." Beatrice gave a cry and gripped his shirt. "I love you. I always did." She kept looking at him until she died in his arms; her eyes rolling into the back of her head and she let out one last breath.

Killian watched her as her life drained from her. "I love you too." He murmured as he kissed her forehead and then her lips. For a moment, he remained on the deck, cradling her in his arms. After a few moments, he stood up with her in his arms and carried her below deck. Carefully and gently, he lay her on their bed. A few men followed him below. "Stay with her, Wilkins."

"Yes Captain." He nodded and stood next to the bed, watching over Beatrice.

The Captain stormed through the ship and back on deck, to where his father was being held. He grabbed the older man and proceeded to beat him. He used his fists and his feet. "You bloody bastard!" He screamed at him. His father was a bloody pulp when Killian finally stopped. He grabbed his father by the collar. "You tore my heart out. I'll tear your heart out. Literally." He pulled his dagger from his boot and stabbed his father in the chest. He did not care that this man was pleading for his life. He killed Beatrice. He twisted his dagger. His father was dead. He didn't care. He started cutting at the dead man's chest and pulled out his heart. "Throw his body to the sea and fetch me a chest!" His anger was raging through his body. "Kill his crew!" His men slaughtered those who came on board the ship.

"A chest, Captain." A man stepped forward with an empty chest.

Kilian dumped the heart into the chest and locked it. "He stole my heart. I take his and throw it away." He took the chest of the pirate. He then threw the chest into the sea. "Fire at his ship. Give no quarter. Let there be no survivors." His anger was boiling but he needed to see to Beatrice. His darling Bea. He washed his hands clean and listened to the sound of his guns shooting at his father's ship. "Thank you Wilkins. You go. I'll stay with her."

"Yes Captain. I am sorry. Beatrice will be missed." He put his hand on Killian's shoulder. "Call for one of us when you need us."

"Go to your post, Wilkins. Take charge." He spoke as he kept his eyes on Beatrice's body. She looked like she was asleep. "You are the first mate now."

"Thank you sir." He left the cabin and ran to his post.

Killian stepped into the cabin and closed the door. He let out a sob. This was worse than Liam dying. He walked up to the bed and knelt next to her. Her hands were on her stomach. Wilkins had placed a coat over her stomach, to hide her wound and her hands were resting on top of the coat. "Oh Bea! Come back to me! Please come back to me!" He bent his head down and sobbed. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare. "Why did you do that? You silly woman." He held her hand and brought it to his lips. "I'll bury you at sea. Like you said you wanted to be buried." He wiped his eyes but fresh tears replaced the old ones. "Oh a baby! We were having a baby?" He let out a loud sob. He stayed with her until the guns stopped firing.

"YES!" Loud cheers came from above them.

"Do you hear that?" He asked her. "We won. My father's ship has been defeated. We've beaten him, my love. You're avenged. You can rest now. You and our baby." He brought her hand to his lips and he kissed her cold fingers again. "Wilkins!" Shouted Killian.

"Sir?" The man was soon in the room.

"Prepare her for burial." Killian spoke softly and kissed her knuckles once more before he stood up. "I will see you in the afterlife, my love." He bent down and kissed her forehead. "I love you." He pressed his hand on her stomach. "And our baby." He kissed her forehead once more. "Goodbye, my love." He stepped away and left the room. He looked back one more time and left. She looked so peaceful.

For the past ten years, he sent too many of his crew to the sea. Now, he was sending the love of his life to the depths. They all stood on the deck as they readied to send Beatrice to the sea. "Goodbye, my love." Killian spoke softly as she was sent to the sea. He took his flask from his pocket and downed the rum contents in one. He hated the stuff but he just wanted to feel nothing. Absolutely nothing. Now he did. "We will avenge Beatrice's death and we'll become the most feared pirates on the seven seas." They cheered him as he stared out at the seas. "I promise, Bea. I will be."

The End