Chapter Three
As the ship got closer, the crew of the Jolly Roger noticed not only the sheer size of the ship, as it was at least double the size of theirs, but her majestic quality. The ship was grey but almost silver. Every aspect of the ship was grand, the size, the details, even the canons propped on the ship's bow seemed magical.
"Should we be worried?" Emma looked at Rumpelstilskin.
"Trust me Miss Swan, if they wanted us gone, we would be."
The ship pulled up next to the Jolly Roger and propped a plank up. The crew of the Jolly Roger waited for someone to cross, but they never did. "Is this some kind of joke?" David asked.
"I assure you sir this is no joke." An unfamiliar voice came from behind them. Everyone drew their weapons and turned towards the voice. They were greeted by a 6ft 3in man with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail. He looked at their weapons and let out a condescending laugh. "Are those supposed to intimidate ME?"
"Who are you? And what do you want with my family?" David demanded.
"It has nothing to do with what I want. If it were up to me, we wouldn't be here at all." The man folded his arms; a move that showed the exact size of his muscles. "As it were, the captain feels the need to intervene."
"Wait, you're not the captain?" Snow asked.
"Indeed he's not. It's been a long time Sebastian." Rumpelstilskin made his way to the front of the crowd. "Now tell me, will your captain be joining us today?"
"The captain will join us when the captain is ready." Sebastian scoffed. "Rushing the captain is never a smart thing; you of all people should know this Rumpelstilskin."
"Yes yes, but we are in a bit of a situation." Rumple said.
"Oh I am completely aware of your situation." Another voice entered the conversation from where the ships were connected. The group turned and saw one of the most striking women they had ever seen. Her near black curls lined her face with perfection. He bright blue eyes pierced theirs with suck ferocity that it sent chills. When she stepped off the platform onto the Jolly Roger everyone took a step back. "You have lost your captain. Tisk tisk." The woman fitled with a pendant hanging in a group of necklaces that graced her neck. "However will you survive out here all on your own?" The woman spoke with a coldness the group had only ever heard from the only person in their group who seemed to know what was happening.
"Now now dearie, no need to play games." Rumple made his way to the woman. "Are you here to help?"
"That depends." The woman gave a smirk that sent a sting to Emma's heart.
"On what?" Emma asked annoyed.
The woman turned coolly to Emma. "On you Miss Swan, the savior."
Break
Killian gathered the dishes from the table and brought them to the washing basin. He poured the boiling water over the dishes and started to clean. "Killian you really don't have to do that." Joan laughed. "You only visit every couple of years; I don't want you doing chores the whole time."
Killian laughed. "I really don't mind. It's nice to do something normal every once and a while."
"You do live an interesting life Killian."
"I do love it." He chuckled before getting serious. "I wish Vina understood that."
"She does Killian, she just worries." They heard Vina out in the yard. "And for good reason!" she yelled through the window.
Killian sighed and rested his hands on the side of the basin. "Go talk to her" Joan rubbed his arm. He grabbed his new coat and headed outside to talk to his sister. He found her sitting on the back fence staring at the stars. He sat down next to her; he noticed a tear falling down her cheek. He reached up and wiped it away.
"Vina, don't cry. I'm going to be fine"
Vina sniffled and laughed. "I know." She paused.
"What it is?"
She let out a long sigh. "Do you know how much I want to come with you?" She looked at her brother. "I know it's crazy, but I can't help it. I want to have adventures. I'm sick of flowers and chickens, and sewing." Killian chuckled. "Ok maybe not sewing. But who says I can't be out at sea and making amazing things for your crew?"
"I do." Killian said sternly. "You are a young a vibrant girl Vina. You should be thinking about having a good life here, with your mother." He looked at the stars. "I would give anything to have my mother back." Vina scooted closer to her brother and grabbed his hand. She knew this was a side of him he only showed her. To everyone else he was a strapping young pirate who lived in the moment, not a care in the world. But she knew different, she knew he longed for a family, but the sea was in his blood, but it was also in hers. She couldn't stay much longer. She loved her mother, but this is not the life she wanted, and she was not about to sit and watch it pass her by.
Break
"Why does it depend on me?" Emma paused. "And who are you?"
"Oh forgive my rudeness, we haven't been properly introduced." She pulled back her jacket to reveal a beautiful sword in a lace trimmed sheath. "Davina Jones. But most people have taken to calling me Davi."
Emma flinched at the words, reminding her of the pirate captain that was just pulled under the water. She quickly gained her composer. "As in Davi Jones, like the tentacles on the face and everything?"
Davi rolled her eyes. "Not exactly my most flattering portrayal. But I have worked very hard to keep my identity a secret, so I suppose one could not complain."
"Let me get this straight, you are Davi Jones, the shuttle for souls lost at sea?" asked Snow. Davina gave a cold nod. "And the last name Jones, which would make you what to Hook?"
"That is MY business!" Davina said almost a scream. She composed herself and turned back to Emma. "Now Miss Swan may I have a word?" She motioned to the helm of the ship. Emma nodded and followed her. When they were alone Davina turned to Emma. "Miss Swan I need to know exactly what happened."
Emma looked at the woman in front of her. She could see some of Killian in her; the way she commanded a room, the way she carried herself with a confidence that only years of being at sea would provide. Then there was her smirk she showed earlier. It was slightly different, more guarded, and that was saying something when comparing it to Killian's. "We were… he was trying to teach me proper form while fighting. He didn't want me using my magic as much…"
"That makes sense; he doesn't trust magic…Not anymore." Davina let slip. Emma noticed a sadness come across her face, if only for a second. Unless you were looking right at her you would have missed it.
"Um… well all of the sudden a tentacle came up and pulled him under. Regina seems to think it was Ursula."
"I'm sure Regina thinks that, she's lucky the witch didn't take her as well."
"You know Regina?"
"Indeed, and let me say, I'm not too fond of the Evil Queen."
"Not many people are." Emma gave a weak smile. "So are you going to help us?"
Davina looked at Emma, then at the rest of the crew. "Well can any of you captain a ship?"
"Not at all. Kill…I mean Hook did everything, basically barked orders."
Davina looked at Emma trying to read something on her face. "Miss Swan, you should call him Killian. You and I both know he is more than Hook to you."