Emma breathed a sigh of relief when she stepped through her door. Why did she kiss him? She didn't know the answer. She just, did and it had been nice, but she knew she couldn't let this progress into anything. He was going to leave, he had to leave, in a few weeks. So, until then, she knew she had to do everything she could to make sure she doesn't get attached.

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"Papa?" Emma cried out, rushing to her fathers side.

"David!" Snow exclaimed exasperatedly. His limp body was unresponsive, and Emma didn't quite know what was happening, for she was very young. She also didn't know if he was going to be alright. All she knew was that he wasn't dead. That's all she knew, all she would ever know. Snow had tears dripping down her face, and Emma, only five years old, went and hugged her sobbing mother.

Emma woke up from the familiar dream and sighed looking at the dark room around her. As she fell back asleep, she knew more dreams would come

"Emma, are you almost ready?" Her mother asked her. She nodded sadly.

"Emma, sweetheart, look at me," she tore her big green eyes away from the floor and looked at her mother. She clenched her small fists and tried to stay happy looking. "Emma, baby, I love you,"

"Then why do I have to go away?" She cried.

"Because someone is trying to hurt you, and I need to make sure you stay safe. Once I wake papa up, we will defeat the women who tries to hurt you. Then, we can come get you! But for now, you have to stay with our most trusted naval captain. He'll protect you, and he even has a brother who is near your age you can play with. You will be alright, Emma. Now, grab your bag. We need to get going,"

Emma woke up, yet again, and yawned. It was closer to day, she knew, so she decided to get up. She stopped dead in her tracks as she remembered what had happened with Killian.

Hopefully he would remember. Either way, it was bound to be a long day.

When the sun broke through the horizon, light shades of orange and pink were strewn across the deck. Killian woke with a start, and sleepily looked around. He saw Emma at the helm, she had an intense look on her face, and she was staring into the distance.

"Sleep well?" She asked, keeping her eyes trained on the sky. He grinned. She knew he hadn't, he had slept on the deck.

"Oh, it was joyous," his grin turned into a smile and he ran his hand through his hair. He was trying to figure out what had happened last night, he didn't remember. All he remembered was kissing Emma. He looked at her in confusion, studying her alert face. She looked upset, or angry, and he didn't know why.

Gods, this would be so much easier if he just remembered what happened. He strained his brain, and she glanced at him, fully understanding what his expression meant.

"You don't remember last night, do you?" She asked lightheartedly. He shook his head in embarrassment. She laughed sourly.

"Why, did something happen?" He asked her, carefully examining her facial expression. She smiled slightly.

"Not really, you just came back drunk and went to sleep," she told him. He nodded. He knew they kissed.. or maybe he had dreamed it. He sighed and stood up, walking over to her.

"Are you certain, love?" He whispered, her whole being seemingly tensed.

"Yes, I'm quite sure." She uttered and clenched her jaw. He leaned back, and shook his head.

"Alright, love, I'll take your word for it," He replied smoothly. She relaxed a bit.

"Where are we headed?" He asked her curiously.

"Arendelle, to see my friend." He nodded.

"who's your friend?" He looked at her blonde hair, blowing slightly in the breeze.

"Elsa." She told him. Queen Elsa? He smiled and sighed, only fitting she was friends with queens, she was a princess, after all. She rolled her eyes.

"It's not that big of a deal. And no, I didn't meet her while I lived in the castle," she smiled slightly, internally cursing herself for feeling the way she did. She felt, giddy, and she hated it. Or maybe she liked it. She wasn't sure yet. Maybe she was just scared. She yawned and looked at him.

"What?" She asked incredulously. He chuckled.

"Hm..." he started, looking as if he wanted to say something.

"You, Emma, are incredibly adorable when you're annoyed." Her eyes widened and she blushed. "And when you blush," he pointed out.

She cleared her throat and rolled her eyes.

"Haha, very funny. Now, I do believe you have things to do, besides pestering the captain." She told him firmly. He smiled at her demandingness, and walked away.

Smee walked up to Killian and smiled.

"She's a difficult one, isn't she?" He smiled at him sympathetically. Killian nodded.

"Aye, that she is. Has she always been like this?" He asked.

"After Liam died, she closed herself off. She had a boyfriend for a while, until he left her. Broke her heart, it did. She's been closed off ever since. Although, after Liam first died, she was meaner. Now she's a tad nicer." He explained. Killian looked at her, gaze intently staring somewhere, and he smiled.

"She's a tough lass," Smee nodded.

"She is indeed," He agreed.

"What are you two talking about?" She asked as she walked over. Smee gave her a small smile.

"Nothing, ma'am, I'll get back to work," He told her. She nodded.

"Okay then," She looked at Killian for a moment, then at Smee. She narrowed her eyes a little and smiled. "You two have fun with that," She told them and walked back to the helm. She shook her head in confusion.

"They have no business talking about me," she mumbled.

"I couldn't agree more,"