Chapter 5
"Bloody hell Vina!" Killian examined the fresh scratch on his left arm.
Vina laughed an almost evil. "I'm sorry Killian. I really didn't mean to!"
"You're learning quickly." He smiled and winced when he rubbed the scratch. "Come, again." The two dueled along the deck, using every inch to their advantage. Vina was much better than he had anticipated. She really did have the sea in her blood. He smiled and paused for a split second when she clipped the back of his leg with her foot and dropped him to the ground.
"Ha I win again!" Vina laughed. She screamed when Killian in one swift move Killian drew his leg up and knocked Vina on the deck next to him. He knocked away her sword and pointed his at her heart.
"My dear sister. I have ten years' experience on you. The only way you beat me is if I let you beat me." He laughed. He helped his sister up who was not too amused with his comment. "Oh come on Vina, you are doing well." He threw his arm over her. "Let's take the helm and let Holmes rest a bit." They headed towards the helm and relieved Holmes. "Holmes and I have been talking. You need to earn the men's respect."
Vina looked at her brother. "Why do I get the feeling that won't be easy?"
"Because it won't be. You're a woman Vina, and as much as I hate to say it, they don't respect women. They tolerate you because you are my sister, but we need to show them you are a real part of the crew."
"And I need to start pulling my weight?" She smiled. Killian nodded. "Thank the gods! I was wondering when you were going to let me get my hand dirty!" Killian looked at her with surprise. Vina's face got very serious. "Killian I chose this life and everything that came with is. I'm not a child."
Killian looked out to the open ocean and smiled obvious pride in his eyes. "Alright then, go find Holmes. He'll show you the ropes of how to tie down the mast, scrub the deck, and so on and so forth."
Vina quickly ran to find Holmes. She found him below deck taking inventory of the rum. "Why do you count the barrels daily?"
"Well we are pirates and we should never run out." He winked at her. "You've never seen your brother on a week without rum. Trust me, it's not pleasant." He finished counting then turned to Davina. "So, Miss Jones I am to show you the ropes. Now for the first…"
Davina interrupted him. "Don't call me Miss Jones. It makes me sound like a child."
"What would you like me to call you? Davina? Vi.."
"NO! I hate that nickname, Killian is the only one allowed to call me that. How about Davi."
"Alright, Davi it is." He lead her up to the deck and proceeded to teach her how tie several different knots.
Break
Killian woke up to complete darkness. He tried to move his arms but they were tied together. "Stop struggling Captain. Those bonds are enchanted." He knew that voice. This wasn't the first time he had crossed paths with it. Killian huffed and struggled harder. "Suit yourself, you will only get tired."
"What do you want with me Ursula?" He spat, not sure if it was towards her or not.
She laughed. "Who says I want anything from you Killian?"
"You brought me here!" He yelled and struggled against his ties. He felt one of her tentacles come across his face.
"Hmmmm. Maybe I just want to have fun. You once found that appealing if I do remember."
"Sorry to break this to you darling, but you were disguised then. And you know pirates," His smirk apparent.
"That didn't stop you from interfering all those years ago."
"So this has to do with that? Nothing of you proposed would have helped me in any way love. I have enough enemies in the sea, without adding triton." He laughed.
"You make a valid point. But why go to the wedding then? That red head certainly didn't want you there, and your friendship with Eric was rocky to say the least." She removed her tentacle and laughed.
"Free rum." He said calmly.
"You haven't changed a bit Hook." She removed his blindfold. She was mere inches from his face. "You will NOT interfere again pirate." She spat at him and slowly lowered herself into the opening that lead to water.
When Killian was alone he took note of his surroundings. It was defiantly an underground cave, one only accessible by a very long swim. He knew he would drown before reaching the surface, even if he did know the way. His mind then drifted to his last moment on The Jolly Roger. He saw the fright in Emma's eyes. He should have told her how he felt. "How do I feel about her?" He asked himself out loud. It was the question. He obviously fancied her. He had never met anyone like her. She challenged him, made him laugh, and made him think there was more out there for him. But he also knew that he couldn't have said he loved her, not at that moment. One night when neither could sleep, she had confided that she told Neal she loved him right before he fell through the portal, and that he said he loved her too. Killian had never felt such a surge of jealousy in his life, and he had no reason to feel it. He cared about her, but to essentially do the same thing Neal had done, she would never believe him. He wasn't sure he would either.
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It had been 3 years since Davina had snuck on to Killian's ship and it was like she had always been there. The men were weary of her at first, but she worked hard for their respect. She went to every crew member and asked them to teach her something, most were willing. She showed she was not afraid to gut a fish, get her hands calloused, or even keep up in rum consumption. Then, when she finally beat Killian in a drinking match, their respect was hers. Killian loved having her on board, they were a family. They would stay up late talking, playing cards and chess, both she usually won. It was perfect. But he was always ready for the bottom to drop out, because it always did.
"Captain!" Holmes yelled from the main mast. "The ship she can't take this storm much longer!" The Red Star was being tossed around like a toy boat in a toddler's bath. The crew was frantically working to tie down whatever they could. Killian and Davina were holder her as steady as they could, but it was to no avail, the storm was too strong.
"Davina, go help the lads tie up the canons!" Killian yelled to his sister.
"Aye!" She raced down the steps. Just as a large wave crashed down onto the ship. She was sent flying into the main mast. She felt a hammering pain in her head when she finally was able to stand. She reached up and then looked at her hand, it was covered in blood.
"Davina are you alright?!" Holmes tried to yell over the storm and he caught her arm. She nodded quickly and helped him secure two canons. When they had finished another, larger wave hit the ship. It sent both of them flying overboard. Davina could hear yelling when she reached the surface. She could hear Killian and Holmes calling her name. She felt something grab her around her waist. She struggled at first, but then saw it was Holmes. "Here, hang onto this!" He pushed a floating rum barrel to her. Right when she was about to yell thank you, Holmes was pulled under. She creamed his name but he never resurfaced. She could still hear Killian yelling, but it sounded so far away. She put her hand to the back of her head again; she was still bleeding, bad. She felt weak and cold. She didn't have the strength to hold onto the barrel anymore. But as she started to let go, she could swear she was flying. She closed her eyes and relaxed, the last thing she remembered seeing was a bright blue ribbon.