A/N: Hey guys sorry for being away for so long. So many issues happened in my life recently I had to put this on hold. Hopefully, now that I have a less stressful semester I will be able to write more. Hopefully you guys aren't mad. Any feedback you want to give would be very much welcomed as I really do need to improve my writing skills as of late. As always, I do not own any of the characters within this tale.
Emma slowly took breaths in and out, feeling the sensation of her legs giving out. Her prisoner, noticing this, pushed his sword away from his throat, squeezing her hand until she let go.
"Under other circumstance I would not condone such language from a woman such a yourself, but seeing as you look about to swoon I will not fault you for it. Now, even though I have no problem with a woman grabbing me is such a… rough way, who may I ask almost got the best of me?" The man's right eyebrow raises emphasizing the end of his question.
Emma looks slowly at him still not believing he is real, and this is not a dream. Feeling the need to back away, she takes a step back. Noticing her moments however, the man steps closer to her. Sighing she relents, "My name is Emma. Emma Swan."
"Swan," He does a mock bow, "My belief is that you are not from this area, judging by your peculiar attire. Tell me, is that how all women dress in your realm?"
"Excuse me? Realm? What the hell does that mean?" Emma's green eyes lock with his blue ones and see only a sea of darkness and despair.
He kneels down playing with a rock on the ground, breaking the awkward eye contact Emma started. He begins speaking softly, almost to himself, "It means, Swan, that you are not wherever you came from, and unless you happen to have a magic bean you will never return."
Slap. Emma's hand makes contact with Hook's face leaving him with a shocked expression. "That does not answer my damn question! What do you mean realm?"
"Well, lass. I feel that I do not have to explain, and after the way you just assaulted me, I feel it is my duty to tell you nothing," He smirks at this and with a sudden flash of movement has Emma over his shoulder, his sword back in its sheath.
"PUT ME DOWN!" Emma screams banging effortlessly against his, very toned back. She scolds herself for even thinking that and continues to thrash in his grasp. She can feel the slight shake of his body as he chuckles quietly, "What are you planning, you bastard?"
He just grasps her tighter, slaps her behind lightly and jiggles her body to make her journey even more uncomfortable. Giving no further information, his captive just sighs and starts thinking of a plan to escape this fucked up situation with Captain. Fucking. Hook.
The moment she hears the whistle of another male voice, any flicker of hope dies in her mind. Emma had been hoping this crazy, blue-eyed man was alone on the island with no backup in sight. To her dismay, luck seemed to be inevitably against her here.
"What do we have here, Captain?" A soft but menacing voice called out to the man holding her.
Hook smirks and jostles her again on his shoulder, her hair wildly bouncing up and down, "I believe I have found a piece of our ticket out of here, Mr. Smee!" With that, Emma can feel him go up what she can only believe is the gangway and then he marches over to a door. Before going into it, Emma looks up from her position to see many, many men staring at her in a less than favorable fashion. Slowly the door shuts, and she is thrown onto a very soft bed. Alarms go off instantly in her mind and she looks up wide-eyed at Hook.
He rolls his eyes and sits on the edge of his desk staring at her, "Don't flatter yourself, love. I don't take woman without them wanting it, not matter how much pleasure I could still bring you. It's not good form."
Her confusion is brief before she slowly calms down and knees on his bed staring at him, "So… Hook, what do you plan to do with me?
"Ahh so the princess graces me with a level head finally? Come to your senses have you?" He grins and turns around grabbing a bottle, filling two glasses with an amber liquid. Turning back he hands a glass to her, "Drink it, it's not poisoned. Again not in my nature to do such a cowardly deed." He downs his drink in one gulp and raises an eyebrow at her staring.
Emma slowly raises the glass to her lips, and promptly wants to spit it out, but manages to slip it down her throat. "What the hell is that?" Her words come out as a gasp.
Hook laughs and his face lightens slightly making Emma find his features more attractive for a second. "That, lass, is rum and it seems like you can't handle it."
Emma mumbles under her breath, "Maybe you can't handle it," before downing the rest of the glass without a cough.
Hook smirks filling up her glass again, "How old are you, Swan?"
"Nineteen."
"Married with a family?"
"Hell no. Why would you even think that?" Emma glares at him, thinking of the one person in the world who would care about her, if he knew about her. Her sadness flickers in her eyes, before they harden again, her walls back in place.
He notices this, but says nothing on her flaring emotions, "Is it not customary for woman such as yourself to be engaged and married at this age is your world?" He takes another swig of his refilled rum.
"Not in my time, maybe long ago, but not anymore. Women aren't objects in a contract between families anymore." Emma rolls her eyes, meeting his blue ones that show interest.
"Is that why you are in male attire? Your world allows such a display of womanly curves?" He grins giving her the up and down look most men give girls.
Emma grumbles something about no personal space and can only stare back into his eyes. The night was going to be long, she might as well get confortable with this very odd Captain Hook, on this very dark ship, in the middle of a damn dark nightmare.