Chapter 9: Seduces me

AN: This chapter is named after Celine Dion's song "Seduces me". I owe a HUGE thank you to Natalie, for not only editing my story, but introducing me to the song, this chapter is named after. Thank you to all of my reader and to everyone, who reviews. Your reviews keep me inspired! Warning, this story's rating changed to M!

"Darling, would you like to tell me what that was all about?" Killian asked, pulling Emma back to him as she leaned over the rail of the ship, watching the boat that she had stolen sailing in the opposite direction.

"He should be able to go home, instead of being stuck chaperoning me." Emma turned around and gave him a seductive smile. "Besides, he would try to keep me out of your bed." She put her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his. What she said was true, although she had left out the main reason because she was not ready to let him know what she had planned.

Killian knew that Emma must have had a better reason for leaving the knight that she cared for behind, but he would find out her reasons soon enough. After all, he finally had Emma all to himself. "I can assure you that I won't let anything or anyone stand in the way of that," Killian promised. "Speaking of which, I need to make it known that you are mine and only mine." He grinned before yelling to the crew, "Men, I need all of your attention."

His crew members stopped, giving their captain their undivided attention. "Yes, Captain?" Smee answered for the group. He knew that his captain was going to finally stake his claim on the blonde princess on the ship.

"Men, this is Emma Swan. She is my lass and my lass alone. You will treat her with respect, and if anyone of you touch her — or even think about it — I will then cut you into very tiny pieces… very slowly," Killian warned, his blue eyes looking almost black as his crew all called out "Yes, Captain!" in response. "Her presence will be permanent on my ship, so you all will have to adjust to having a lady around."

The only crew member who wasn't stunned by his announcement was Smee, who knew from the moment he saw Emma in the last port that she would end up on the ship. "Welcome, Emma. We are honored to have you aboard." He took off his hat, nodding at her.

"Thank you, Smee." Emma smiled, relieved that she knew someone else on the ship. The way that some of the men had looked at her had made her feel a bit uneasy, but once Killian had announced she was his, most of it had stopped. "I would like to help anyway that I can," she offered. A round of laughter immediately erupted throughout the ship. Emma narrowed her eyes. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean that I can't help," she added while they continued to laugh. "I'll prove it. Who wants to fight me?" Emma asked, pulling out her sword.

Emma grew angrier every second the crew continued to laugh at her, and one crew member towards the front was laughing the hardest. The man in question looked like he was not much older than Emma, and right now his brown eyes were set on her in amusement, his long, dark blonde hair (which looked very dirty) blowing in wind.

That's IT! If I'm living on this ship, I need to prove I can do everything a man can do, Emma seethed. She moved forward, raising her sword and swinging it through his hair. Amazingly, the blade cut out a big chunk of it, which made all the men stop laughing to stare at her in stunned shock. However, the man whose hair she had trimmed glared at her, taking a step forward and growling. All of the other men took a step back, not wanting to anger their captain.

"Stop!" Killian yelled. Walking between them, he turned to Emma, who looked very angry and irritated. He stared at her for a moment before leaning to whisper in her ear. "If he so much as nicks you with his sword, he will not live to regret it," he warned her, needing her to know what could happen and knowing she wouldn't be happy he killed a man over scratching her. His hands went to her hips and he pulled her against him, thrusting his hips against hers. "I'm the only man, who will be jabbing you with my sword." His teeth nipped at her ear, and Emma let out a small breathy moan. "You'll get to feel it very soon, love," he purred, pulling away softly to look into her eyes.

Killian was caught off guard by the heated, lustful look in her eyes; he felt it melt his will power once again. But he knew that she needed to prove herself to the men or she would never feel comfortable on the ship — and he wanted her to feel comfortable here, because the Jolly Roger was now her home. Giddiness and smugness suddenly overwhelmed him — she had chosen him and was willing to give up a royal life for him.

"Promise?" she smirked, walking around him. Emma took a fighting stance, but the man only stared at her for a few moments; he was waiting for her to attack. "Fine, I'll start." She shook her head and swung her sword at him. He met it, swinging his own sword back at her, but she attacked and moved closer in a flash, aiming her blade at where his thumb rested.

He dropped his sword and moved back, not wanting to lose any of his fingers. "You cheated — you bloody tried to take my thumb off!" he exclaimed, holding out his thumb. The tip of it was bleeding as Emma held her sword against his neck. All of the men applauded and cheered, making Emma grin proudly.

Killian walked in between them, glaring at him. "I taught her that move. Are you calling me a cheater, Rupert?" he hissed, a murderous glint in his eyes which dared him to say yes.

"No, Captain Jones," Rupert replied, forcing a smile on his face. He couldn't deny that the captain's girl was beautiful, but he wanted her to pay for humiliating him, silently vowing that when the captain tired of her, he would take his revenge by making her his slave.

Emma moved the sword away from Rupert's throat. "I can even-out your hair later, if you want," Emma offered, feeling guilty about it but honestly thinking she had done him a favor — the man needed a haircut.

Killian pulled Emma to him, wrapping his arms around her. He looked down at her with fire in his eyes. "He'll be fine, love. He should keep it as a reminder that if any of my men mess with you, I will take them apart piece by piece." His attention went to his crew, but he continued to hold Emma in his arms. "Emma is a valued member of this crew, and if she asks to help you with something, you will let her," he sternly ordered. "Now prepare the ship for Neverland!" he added, the men all scurrying off.

"So, are we close to Neverland?" Emma asked, looking off in the distance. She heard him chuckle.

"Darling, there aren't many people who come back from Neverland once they've gone there." He smiled her when she looked back at him. "It's a little tricky — for you need this." He held out his fist and opened it, revealing a small bean.

"That bean is going to take us to Neverland?" Emma asked, an amused smile on her face as she raised an eyebrow.

"You'll see very soon, Emma. The ride can be a little rough, so you'll want to hold on tight to me," he said. On hearing his crew yelling out they were ready, he asked her with a smile, "Are you ready, lass?"

"Yes," Emma whispered, staring at his handsome face and wanting to memorize it. She had forgotten how wonderful it felt to be in love, to feel the man that you love holding you close. She vowed to herself that no one would ever take Killian from her.

The look in her eyes caught Killian by surprise. Usually, there was sorrow, loss, anger or pain there, but all he saw was her love and devotion. "Come on, beautiful — let's go to Neverland." He smiled, taking her hand in his and leading her to the right of the ship. They stood at the front of the Jolly Roger by the rail, and when Emma looked around, she saw all of the men holding on to the railing as well.

Killian threw the bean in the water, and a whirlpool instantly appeared in that spot, grabbing the ship with its currents. He wrapped Emma in his arms and pinned them to the railing. Emma's green eyes grew large as the ship began to spin inside the whirlpool. "Wow!" Emma exclaimed, watching as they descended down through the water.

Meanwhile

Lancelot opened his eyes. Feeling his head throb, he tried to remember why it was hurting so much — and then the memories all came back. "Emma!" he called out, trying to sit up in the boat's only bed, but he had been tied up to lie down.

"Ah, it looks like you're finally awake," a voice called out before a middle-aged pirate with dirty brown hair and brown eyes walked down into the room. "I'm Tobias. We didn't want to hit you, but our captain left without you and I couldn't have you chasing after him. Sorry about tying you up, but I thought you might be angry when you woke up."

"Do you have any idea what you did?! You let the Princess, who I guarded, be taken by a pirate! You were wise to tie me up!" he exclaimed, furious that he had been left behind. It must have been Killian who had double-crossed him.

"Captain Jones gave strict instructions to all of the crew not to leave without both of you before you arrived with the princess — so I believe it was your princess who betrayed you. William and I found this letter on the mattress before we put you on it — it's addressed to you," he informed him as he unfolded the letter and held it up in front of Lancelot's face.

Dear Lancelot,

I know that you must be very angry and hurt that I left you behind after I promised not to make you return alone. Please know that it was not an easy decision for me and I hated that I had to make it. Killian didn't know anything about it, so please do not blame him.

You have been such a great friend to me, and I will be forever grateful to you for that. I wouldn't have survived much longer living in my kingdom, but you and Killian saved me.

There are a few reasons why I couldn't let you come with us, but I know none of them will make you any less angry with me. The first was that you belong in my kingdom — it is the home you love, and you have a life there. It wasn't fair to drag you with me when you should be home. I put in the note to my parents that you didn't leave me by choice but I chose to leave you behind. This way, they will be angry with me, not you.

The second is that I need this time alone with Killian and without you there. I know you would just be doing your duty in not allowing us to be alone for too long, but I won't let anyone — not even my family or dear friends — come between me and Killian. A choice had to be made, and I chose Killian. You've been in love, so I hope you can understand this.

I hope that someday that you can forgive me, my dear friend.

Sincerely,

Emma

Lancelot finished the letter, putting his head down and then looking back up. "Will you untie me, Tobias?" he asked, the anger in his brown eyes gone and replaced with hurt and betrayal.

"I can't until we reach the kingdom — but I can offer you some rum." He held up a flask in front of the knight, feeling bad for the man.

"Yes, thank you," Lancelot replied, letting the pirate pour the strong rum down his throat. He didn't want to think about the days to come.

Neverland

"Welcome to Neverland, Emma," Killian said, lifting Emma's chin up from his chest as she clung to him. She had begun to feel queasy not long after they had started to go down the whirlpool, so she had closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest.

She pulled her head out of the security of his warmth and slowly opened her eyes, turning to look around. Her lips mouthed an "o" as her green eyes widened with wonder. They were sailing bright, crystal-blue water, which was set against a dark blue, sunny sky with colossal puffy clouds spread throughout. In the near distance, Emma could see a tall mountain, and along the front of it was a majestic waterfall surrounded by clouds and a skull rock near the left of the mountain's base. "It's so beautiful," Emma whispered, smiling and resting her head against Killian's chest while taking in all of the beauty before her.

"I still find Neverland as beautiful as the first time I saw it," Killian shared, running a hand up and down her back slowly. Emma turned to look up at him and leaned in to kiss him softly.

"Thank you," she whispered. Seeing confusion in his sea-blue eyes, she explained. "Thank you for forgiving me — for letting me love you — and for bringing me here. Thank you for being you," Emma whispered, wanting to keep their moment private.

Killian pulled her into a kiss, not able to tell her of his feelings yet but trying to use a gentle kiss to show her. "Tonight, we will go see an old friend. But we have all day today to explore — where would you like to go?" he asked her.

"Maybe we can go hiking up to one of the waterfalls?" Emma hopefully suggested. She knew that the view up there would be magnificent — and it was a way she would be able to get Killian alone. A part of her was still reeling from the fact that he had been with another girl recently, but she still had no right to be angry with him.

"Mm, I'm sure that could be arranged." He smiled, seeing a sadness creeping up in her eyes and wondering if she was thinking of Graham. Emma only smiled sweetly before burying her head in his chest once more. Killian saw them quickly approaching Pirate's Cove beach, his men preparing to drop anchor.

He was starting to worry that Emma was regretting her decision — until he felt her plant soft kisses on his chest, next to his necklace. Shock ran over him on realizing how something so soft and loving could affect him so much — but then again, his burning desire for her had been ready to erupt since the moment he had laid eyes on her. "Emma…if you keep that up, lass, the only place I will be taking you to is our quarters," he whispered, a small groan leaving his lips on feeling her smile against his chest.

"Where did you get your necklace?" she asked, looking up at him while her fingers moved to touch it.

"It was my father's — he gave it to me before he sailed off, never to return," Killian explained. It was the only thing he had that had belonged to his father, and it was one of the few things that he had held onto during his long life.

Smee walked over to them. "We have dropped anchor, Captain. What would you like to us to do now?" he asked, unsure of his captain's plans.

"The crew will clean the ship thoroughly, and then they can enjoy some rum until we get back," Killian commanded, looking over at his first mate. "Have the men stay in Pirate's Cove, as we have somewhere to be later tonight. And lower the ladder — Emma and I are going exploring."

"I had the men lower it for you already, Captain Jones," he informed him, seeing a pleased look in his captain's eyes. Smee had never seen the captain look so happy, and he knew that it was Princess Emma Swan who was the cause of it.

"Thank you, Smee. We will be back after sunset." Killian took Emma's hand, leading her over to the side of the ship with the ladder hanging down from it. "Shall we? Ladies first." His hand gestured to the rope ladder tied to the side of the boat.

Emma rolled her eyes and then climbed down the ladder, her boots hitting the shallow water below her. Walking up to the beach, Emma couldn't help but pause to look up at the majestic mountain before her, its beauty stopping her in her tracks. "It's so beautiful," Emma whispered.

"I see you've fallen under Neverland's spell." Killian's voice pulled her out of her thoughts, making her turn to look at him.

"It's so beautiful here that I can't help but think I'm dreaming." Emma's green eyes widened with wonder, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind.

"I can assure you that you're not dreaming, love," Killian grinned, taking her hand in his and lacing his fingers through hers. "I'll prove it to you." He led her up the beach, enjoying the feel of Emma's hand in his. They hiked in comfortable silence, traversing higher up the mountain while taking in the magnificent sight that was Neverland.

Soon they had reached the middle of the mountain near the waterfall, stopping to look out at a panorama of Neverland. The mountain view of the bright blue water was the most stunning thing that Emma had ever seen, and it made her breath catch in her throat. She could feel tears stinging her eyes as she looked out at Neverland and down to the Jolly Roger anchored near the shore.

"Lass, why are you crying?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her up against his chest.

"They're happy tears, Killian." She smiled, putting her hand on his cheek and looking up at him in wonder. "I'm happy."

"Neverland seems to do that to even the darkest souls." Killian replied, remembering the overwhelming amount of hate and sorrow that he had felt the first time he arrived as a child, which had faded away for a while thanks to the beauty of Neverland.

"Neverland is amazingly beautiful, but it's not the reason why I feel this way. It's because I'm here with you. You make me happy, Killian," she whispered to him, deciding that she wouldn't let the loss in her past keep her from being happy. Over the past year, she had made herself re-live the day of Graham's murder as a reminder that happiness does not last. "I'm tired of living in the past. I want a future — and my future is with you. I won't let anyone or anything take you away from me." She ran her thumb over his bearded cheek down to his chin.

Killian never thought anyone would ever look at him with the adoration and love Emma had in her green eyes, which were fixated on him. "I promise you that you will never have to worry about that. You are mine, Emma Swan," he replied, leaning in closer to rest his forehead against hers.

Emma bit her lip, moving her hand from his cheek and pulling back a few inches, her eyes never leaving his. Her hands moved down to her blouse, undoing the buttons slowly. "Show me that I'm yours," Emma whispered with a soft innocence in her voice, although her desire for him shined in her eyes. His eyes moved down to her chest, watching her fingers working on the buttons of the blouse.

A soft groan left Killian on hearing Emma's plea for him to take her, but his hands stopped her fingers from continuing. His eyes moved up to see hurt and rejection flashing in hers, so he moved in to kiss her softly before pulling back. He took her hand and guided her to walk farther towards the waterfall.

Emma felt humiliated and confused that Killian had rejected her once again, but she let him lead her to the waterfall. She let out a surprised shriek and closed her eyes when water began to splash on them, but his arms wrapped around her and pulled her into the waterfall, the water now drenching them. A moment later when the feel of rushing water disappeared, Emma opened her eyes to see they were in a cove inside the mountain. She looked down to see them standing on mossy rocks around a beautiful, large cove with a pool of bright blue water in the middle.

"I thought we could go for a swim," Killian whispered, leaning in against her ear, his lips closing around Emma's earlobe. His arms wrapped around her and his fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt. Moaning, Emma leaned into him while Killian's skilled mouth and teeth teased her earlobe, his quick fingers finishing the unbuttoning of her shirt. He pulled the shirt open, moving his hands onto the soft skin of her flat stomach, groaning against her ear as his hands continued the journey up to brush against the swell of her breasts. He almost lost all control at the moment he discovered she wasn't wearing any undergarments.

He had to force himself not to stop, his hands going of their own accord to her shoulders to push the blouse down and let it fall onto the rocks below them. Emma turned around to encounter a look of such longing, desire, and love in his eyes which made her heart race even faster. Her hands shook slightly while they moved onto his chest down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his toned muscular torso slightly covered by dark hair. Killian raised his arms to let her pull it off him, and his shirt also fell to the ground as they stood there, staring at each other in wonder. His blue eyes moved from her green gaze down to her breasts, the sight making him swallow hard. "You're so beautiful, Emma," he whispered, hungrily eyeing her exposed pale skin.

Since Killian's vision was adhered to her body and making her feel like she would explode if he didn't touch her soon, Emma decided to move things along by undoing her pants. When she pushed them down her legs, she noticed Killian starting to unlace his own pants. When their eyes met, they were unable to look away from each other, and though they made quick work of removing their pants and boots, they stood bare before each other without breaking eye contact.

It became too much for Killian; his gaze traveled down her body, wanting to burn every image into his mind. Emma Swan's beauty put the beauty of Neverland to shame, and he was now officially ruined from ever being able to enjoy looking at any other woman.

Killian Jones had never believed in destiny, but now he had decided that without a shadow of a doubt, destiny was real — and Emma was his destiny. He knew that he didn't deserve her because of all the horrible deeds he had done in the past — but thank the gods that had given her to him anyway. When his eyes looked up to finally meet hers once again, her cheeks were flushed, shyness and yearning in her eyes.

She reached out her hand to him, taking his hand in hers and pulling him towards the water. Emma couldn't believe that the pirate she loved hadn't begun to ravish her already; instead, he seemed to let her lead their pace. She lowered herself into the water and was surprised to find it warm, Killian joining her moments later.

Emma turned and closed the distance between them, her fingers reaching over to trace a scar on the right side of his chest, a gesture which caused his eyes to flutter shut. Her gaze stayed on his while she leaned in to place soft kisses along the scar, wanting to kiss away all of his past pain.

Killian's blue eyes grew large on feeling his whole body tingle —- and not just from desire and need, but from magic. His eyes fluttered shut again as he sensed the magic washing over him, trying to soothe and heal over three hundred years of vengeance, rage, emptiness, and hurt that had consumed him. "I couldn't do it," his low voice called out to her, making her pull her lips away from his chest and look up at him, her green eyes filling with confusion. "I wanted to…I tried to make myself enjoy the company of another girl…" he explained, seeing recognition in her eyes about what he was trying to say. "…but I just couldn't do it, because you had already ruined me," he confessed quietly, placing his hand on her cheek. "I couldn't do it because…" he paused, staring into her green eyes. "Because I love you," he said in a low voice before kissing her softly.

Emma felt relief and euphoria wash over her on hearing Killian's confession: not only he hadn't been with anyone else, he loved her! The moment his lips brushed against hers, a shimmering burst of magic burst from them, permeating the air. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck; her chest was now flush against his, and she could feel his arms moving to encircle her waist.

She moaned against his lips, which caused Killian to kiss her back fiercely. He could feel the dam of his emotions breaking from all-consuming need — he had to be inside her completely. His tongue swept over her bottom lip and then dueled with hers for dominance as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He felt Emma's fingernails digging into his back, which broke his will to take things slowly, so he turned their positions around by putting her back against a wall of rock. Emma groaned in disappointment when his lips moved from hers, but she soon found the feel of his searing kisses down her wet neck and chest equally pleasurable.

"Killian…" Emma gasped loudly when his lips wrapped around one of her nipples. She threw her head back at the sensation of Killian's talented mouth milking her breasts — he was only making her more desperate to have him inside her. "Please…" she begged, moving her hand down his body and wrapping her hand around him. Killian moaned when he felt her hand there, the last shred of his control escaping. His lips moved up to crash onto her own, dominating her with his kiss as his hand moved in between her legs. Emma moaned loudly into his mouth, overcome by his touch. She tore her mouth away from his. "Killian, please!" she moaned, needing him desperately and trying to guide him into her.

Killian's chest heaved at hearing her begging for him as his fingers pleasured her, and his blue eyes were consumed with lust. "Tell me what you want, my lass, and you shall have it." His voice was thick from passion, causing his accent to grow heavier while his fingers worked her expertly. Emma's breath caught in her throat — he wanted to hear the words.

"I…" she began, pausing to moan and throw her head back again at feeling herself so close. She tried to fight it, wanting him inside her when her climax hit. "I want you inside me!" Overcome by pleasure, she had rushed to get the words out before she wouldn't be able to. The moment the words left her mouth, his hand moved away from her, and he thrust inside her in one quick motion. They both cried out in unison at the sensation of their connection, their eyes locked on each other's.

"Emma…" Killian groaned. He began to pull out of her almost completely before thrusting hard back inside her. Emma cried out and threw her head back once more, her hands wrapping around his neck as her orgasm tore through her with an intensity which made her see stars underneath her eyelids. Killian watched Emma's face contorting in absolute pleasure and felt her clenching around him; it made him increase the pace and strength of his thrusts, thoughtless of the lust he felt for her. He was desperate to see that look on her face again, because it was the most beautiful and erotic image he'd ever seen during his long life. Emma clung to him as she met his brutal thrusts, already wanting to feel that euphoria again. "Look at me, Emma," he growled out. Emma pulled her head up to look at him, gasping when their eyes met. The raw hunger and lust that she saw in him took her breath away. "Tell. Me. You. Are. Mine." he growled out, thrusting into her and needing to claim her as his.

Emma's lips parted and a loud keening left her as tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks. "I'm—I'm yours!" she cried out, letting a tidal wave of pleasure wash over her once again.

Soon Emma began to lose count of how many times she had climaxed, feeling like she might die if she did once more. But she was beyond caring, addicted to the feel of Killian being inside of her.

In turn, Killian couldn't get enough of Emma and the feeling of her around him as he watched her lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her. It was getting more and more difficult to hold back, so he caved into his own need for completion, his thrusts becoming frenzied. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Killian gave in and his head leaned forward as a loud grunt left him, feeling Emma's climax encourage his own. He continued to thrust and came hard inside her, digging his fingertips into her hips.

Emma let out a loud sob when his release helped her peak one last time before she lost consciousness. However, it took Killian a few moments to realize Emma had passed out. Cradling her cheeks and shaking her gently, he called out worriedly, "Emma, love — are you alright?" He watched her eyes flutter open; they had a drunken look, which was making him feel very smug. A smirk broke out on her lips as well. "Emma?" he repeated as her hand weakly reached out to touch his face.

"Mm…" she moaned out, smiling but unable to get any other words out before giving into her exhaustion.

Later

"Emma…" Killian's voice whispered into her ear. She felt him run his fingertips down her face, her neck, and then trail down her stomach. "Wake up, love," he added, placing a kiss on her shoulder.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned to see Killian lying next to her, a smug smile on his face but love in his eyes. "I don't remember falling asleep," Emma said to him, looking around confusedly. "When did we get out of the water?" she asked, trying to remember.

"You fell asleep in the water, love, so I carried you up here," he explained, turning her face towards him. "It's almost time to go," he reminded her. He didn't want to leave the cove, but he needed to meet his friends. Killian had let Emma sleep for a while, watching her rest and still unable to believe that she was truly his.

"Okay." Emma smiled before pulling him to her and wrapping her arms around him. She let out a contented sigh. "I love you," she whispered, placing a kiss on his chest.

"How could you not, darling? I shagged you unconscious," he teased her, getting a blow on the chest from her. He laughed, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "I love you too, princess."

Emma looked up at him. "Did you feel magic earlier?" she asked him, wondering if she had only imagined it.

"Aye, I felt it the whole time I was taking you." He took a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "Has that ever happened to you before?" he asked her, jealousy already aroused in him at the thought of the answer possibly being yes.

"No," Emma answered, making him grin as her fingers walked up his chest. "And just so you know — I expect a repeat performance tonight." Lust flickered in her eyes, and he groaned as he leaned in to kiss her, moving quickly on top of her. "Uh uh uh…" she whispered, rolling him off her. "We have a meeting, remember?" she asked, raising a brow.

"Tease," he said, leaning in to nip at her neck before kissing her quickly and then moving away to grab their clothes. Emma tried to stand as well, but her legs wobbled. Killian caught her with another smirk on his lips. "Can you stand?" he asked, winking at her.

"I'll be fine." Emma rolled her eyes, brushing off the shattering pleasure he had brought her — she didn't want him to get a bigger ego. Regaining control of her body, she dressed and then tried to smooth out her wet hair.

"We should go," he said to her, putting on his necklace; he was now fully dressed as well. He held out his hand to her, leading her out of the cove and back down to the ship. They boarded the ship to see the men waiting for them. All of the crew looked at their captain and Emma, watching them with knowing looks on their faces. The relaxed look on their captain's face turned back into one of domination and demand when he looked at his ship. "Let's set sail, men!" he yelled out to them.

"Where are we going?" Emma asked him, raising a brow.

Killian grinned at her. "Pixie Hallow, of course," he replied, pulling her to him.

Meanwhile

Lancelot walked into the castle's throne room, followed by the two pirates. Dread was racing through him at having to deliver the news that Emma was still with the pirate. He saw Snow grinning at him, but she frowned when she didn't see Emma anywhere.

"Where's my daughter?" Prince James asked, standing up and walking over to Sir Lancelot with Snow following him.

"She left me behind at the port when I went to take these two men to our boat — to bring you a message," he admitted, watching James eye's fill with fury as he advanced towards Lancelot.