Chapter 12: She's a pirate
AN: I can't believe I'm on chapter 12 of this story already! I have to give a huge thank you to my fabulous friend Natalie for editing this chapter and for the help with the title of this chapter. It's named after The Pirates of the Caribbean song 'He's a pirate', just changed the title a bit. Thank you so much to everyone once who reviewed!
"Who is this beautiful lass? Hello, love." Killian's father grinned at Emma, walking over to her. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." He reached out and took her hand, kissing the top of it.
"I'm Emma, Killian's wife," she introduced herself, smiling. She was happy to meet Killian's father. "It's nice to meet you, Captain Sparrow."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Emma." He gave her a seductive grin before turning to Killian. "Your taste in women is extraordinary, my boy — I've heard of all your adventures and I'm very proud — you've grown up to be just like me, a real ladies man and the king of all pirate captains."
Killian stared at his father, unsure of how it was possible he was here — his father had disappeared over three hundred years ago. "I heard that Captain Barbossa had killed you when I returned from Neverland. How is it possible…? I know you were not here in Neverland with me for three hundred and twenty-two years. "A part of him was happy and relieved to see him, while a larger part of him was furious at him for leaving him alone all of these years. He felt Emma slip her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"You're not happy to see me, lad?" he asked, raising a brow as he adjusted the red bandana tied around his head. "Captain Barbossa killed almost all of my crew and enslaved the rest of us to work on his ship The Flying Dutchman. He told me of your mother's murder and yours at the hands of the Dark One…but I can now see that he lied about your demise."
"I need more of an explanation than that!" Killian exclaimed. "You said that you've heard of me, so why you didn't come to me sooner?" His hands shook from hurt and anger; he felt betrayed by his father.
"I wanted to, but alas, I was enslaved, trying to work off a debt so I could attain the dagger you've been searching after," he drawled out. Seeing Killian's eyes growing wide at his admittance, he continued, "We will make that crocodile pay for taking your mother away from us." His eyes darkened from intense rage and his face was crossed with a malicious grin as Killian took a step closer to his father.
"You have the dagger?" he asked in a whisper, unable to believe that he was so close to finally reaching his goal.
"I know where it is, so I will have it." Jack corrected him, quickly adding, "The only thing is — I can't access it because only a person of royal blood can enter the temple where it's hidden in. What do you say we go kidnap a princess?" he grinned at his son.
"Should we take my ship or yours?" Killian grinned, his father patting him on the back affectionately.
"I can get the dagger," Emma offered, finally gaining the full attention of the two pirate captains. Jack looked at her, confused, but Killian gave her a stern glare, silently warning her to be quiet. "I am a princess, so why do you need to kidnap another one? Unless you want another one, Killian?" Emma's eyes had flashed with jealousy on seeing the glee in Killian's eyes at the prospect of kidnapping a princess.
Jack's eyes lit up with pride on hearing that his son had married a princess. "Why didn't you tell me that you married a princess? Boy, you've outdone yourself twice by being the most feared Captain besides me and by catching yourself a princess!" he exclaimed. Seeing Emma shooting him a glare, he smirked, "She's fiery too — yes, you've chosen well."
"Are you jealous, love?" Killian grinned, amused that his wife was jealous after their very long, pleasurable night and their afternoon activities in the cave as well. He loved seeing she was just as possessive of him as he was of her. "The other princess is just a means to get the dagger."
Emma's lips turned up in a grin, stunning him. "You're right, but I think we are looking at this situation completely wrong. Most princesses will run at the first sign of danger, so I think a prince would be a better option," she replied, watching Killian's smug look turn into a jealous glare. "A prince would be humiliated in being kidnapped by pirates, so he would be proving his manhood by stealing the dagger."
"She's right, lad." Jack nodded. "Do you know of a prince easy enough to kidnap, but still man enough not to run from danger?" he asked her.
"Prince Ethan of Oxnard is the perfect man for the job — he's not the smartest, but he is very vain and cares only about his reputation. Ethan is obsessed with looking like the bravest prince who ever lived." Emma fought the urge to roll her eyes. "His kingdom isn't too far from the port we stopped in before we came to Neverland."
"A prince like that will put up a fight, and then I'll end up killing the bastard. We'll be back at square one, and I'll have a price on my head," Killian countered, taking deep breaths to hold back the fury and jealousy within him threatening to break loose at any moment.
"Not if we lure him to the ship, allowing him to think you've kidnapped me. We'll have one of the men brag of your conquest — stealing me — at the tavern he drinks at. Besides, he only takes two guards with him, out of vanity," Emma explained. Her plan had aroused unmistakable glee in Sparrow's eyes, but Killian's eyes were now unreadable. "What do you think?"
"He will be tempted to escape or refuse to get the dagger unless he has the motivation to go after it," Killian said finally, finding the weak spot in her plan.
"He's been hounding my father ever since I was sixteen for my hand in marriage — we'll let him think you kidnapped me for leverage. You tell him that if he gets you the dagger, you will give me to him," she argued.
Killian's eyes darkened completely from fury and jealousy. He quickly closed the gap between them, grabbing her by the forearms. "Right now, I will gut any man who dares to even look at you in a suggestive way — you are mine, Emma! You are my wife!" he spat, losing control of his anger. His voice dropped down into a husky whisper. "I recall you telling me yourself last night that you belong to me — you told me so as I took you!"
Emma leaned closer to him, her eyes shining with love. "I am yours, Killian — but he doesn't have to know that. Once we have the dagger safe in our hands, we'll let him know that I'm yours and only yours."
Killian's hands had moved down from her forearms to palm her bottom, his blue eyes burning with lust. "Emma, that's bloody cold," he growled out, aroused by her devious plan to capture the dagger for him. "How far is Oxnard from the temple, father?" he called out to him, not taking his eyes off his wife.
"Four days sail, tops," Jack replied, digging through the picnic basket and grinning when he found a flask of rum inside of it. Tinkerbell watched him, shaking her head.
"Four days is far too long to go without you in my bed," Killian hissed. A lecherous grin then crossed his lips, and lust flickered in his eyes. "Or…we can give Prince Ethan even more incentive to get the dagger — we can let him think I've been having my wicked way with you, unable to resist my charm even though you are terrified of me." He licked his bottom lip seductively, moving in closer to her lips.
"I'm a pretty good actress," Emma grinned at him. She then saw Killian's father lounging back on the blanket out of the corner of her eye — he was watching them. "Killian, your father is watching," she whispered, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
"I don't bloody care, lass — you've got me all worked up with your devious plan. See, I told you that you'd make a brilliant pirate, Emma Swan Jones," he grinned, moving in to kiss her.
"Swan?!" Jack exclaimed, almost choking on his rum. He stood up and walked over to them, his brown eyes raking over Emma's face. "Are you perchance related to an Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner?" he asked her.
"Yes, they are my ancestors on my mother's side of the family — we have a picture of them and their son hanging up on the wall of the great hall in our castle." Emma's eyes grew large as she put the pieces together. "My mom heard stories when she was a little girl about Elizabeth's adventures with Will on a pirate ship — your ship!" Emma exclaimed, smiling. "What was she like? My mom told me the stories as well — I envied Elizabeth for all the adventures and travel she had in her life."
"She was one of the best pirates — and the most beautiful one — that I ever had aboard the Black Pearl — with the exception of my Milah." Jack smiled at her, unable to believe that his son had married one of Elizabeth Swann's descendants. "Let's go capture a prince," he finished, taking a large swill of the rum.
"Are you staying until morning?" Tinkerbell asked hopefully, not wanting to say goodbye yet to Killian or Emma.
"Sorry, Tink, but we should leave now — we will return after we kill the monster that killed my mother and then visit Emma's kingdom," Killian replied. Seeing disappointment and sadness in her eyes, he pulled away from Emma to turn to her.
"Please be careful," Tink said, pulling Killian into a hug. "Emma is very special, so take good care of her," she whispered into his ear.
"Aye," he agreed softly, sad to say goodbye to his old friend but ready to end the existence of the monster responsible for his mother's death.
Tink pulled away from him to hug Emma. "I'm very happy my old friend has found you," she smiled at her. "Please come back soon," she added, moving away from Emma as Jack moved towards her to hug her as well. Tink's eyes narrowed at him. "If Killian or Emma gets hurt during this mission, I will hurt you," she stressed before flying off in a flash.
"Thanks for your concern for me, love," Jack called out after her, turning to Emma and Killian. "Are we taking your ship or mine?" he drawled, grinning.
The Charming's Castle
"I'm begging for your forgiveness, Your Majesties. There is no amount of apologies that can make up for the horrible things I said and did, but I hope you can forgive me — I am loyal to you and your kingdom." The guard who had insulted Emma and tried to kill Captain Jones was begging on his knees in front of Snow and Charming.
They looked at each other, communicating silently, before Charming spoke. "We will accept your apology — but you are to stay clear of Princess Emma once she returns from visiting Princess Alexandra. You will work under Lancelot."
"Yes — thank you so much, Your Majesty." He nodded, hurrying off to find Lancelot's group.
Charming and Snow found Lancelot and led him into their bedroom, making sure the mirror was covered. "Hector must be working for the Evil Queen — you will watch him carefully, and do not let him know we are aware of his treachery," Snow whispered to Lancelot, not wanting anyone to overhear.
"Yes, Princess Snow — I will keep a close eye on him," he replied, "However, if he asks about Princess Emma—."
"Tell him that he will be fired for asking about her," Charming interjected. Lancelot nodded and then left the room. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked Snow.
"This way we'll know who she has spying on us, but we should still be careful," she said softly. "I miss Emma." She let out a sigh, burying her head in Charming's chest.
"I miss her too. I would even tolerate that pirate's presence if only to have our daughter home." He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the top of her head.
The Jolly Roger
"What did Prince Ethan do to get on your bad side, love?" Killian asked Emma, wrapping his arms around her waist as she stared out at the approaching land. She turned around in his arms to face him, surprise in her eyes. "You're an open book, Emma — you have a very kind heart, unless someone has crossed you or tried to hurt someone whom you love."
"Nothing," Emma replied, seeing if he would buy this explanation. He didn't. Graham had been pretty good at reading her, although not as good as Killian — but Killian was a pirate and skilled at lying, so it was to be expected that he could spot when someone was lying and hiding something, much like Emma's natural ability. "Alexandra confessed to me before she brought Eric with her that…Prince Ethan had tried to force himself on her in the stables during a visit to her kingdom; it happened after she turned down his advances. He didn't take the rejection very well, but Jeffrey, their stable boy, showed up and stopped him. She swore him to secrecy," Emma confessed, anger in her eyes and seeing the same look in Killian's.
"And people say pirates have no morals!" Killian exclaimed, angry at the prince's behavior. Suddenly, his gaze turned soft and serious. "I've never taken a lass against her will — you must know that, Emma."
Emma cupped his cheeks and smiled at him. "I know that because I know you, Killian." She leaned in and kissed him lovingly.
"Sorry to interrupt, but we are close to port, Captain." Smee's nervous voice rang out, scared he would anger his captain.
"Thank you, Smee," he said, forcing himself away from Emma's tempting mouth. "Let's go to my room to prepare, love." Killian took Emma's hand, leading her across the deck.
The tavern in Oxnard near the pier
Smee had spotted Prince Ethan from a mile away — Emma had described the prince to him in great detail, but it was his pompous attitude and attire that gave him away immediately. The brown-eyed prince was lean and tall, with long brown hair that touched his shoulders. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, black pants, and black boots, a sheathed sword hanging by his side. Two men followed him closely. Smee and Clark purposely wormed their way into a poker game with Prince Ethan — after all, Clark needed to make up his mistake to his captain.
"I hope the captain is in a better mood after finally bedding the princess tonight," Clark whispered very loudly to Smee, in the backroom of the tavern. Smee glared at him, shushing him dramatically. "What? He has been bloody unbearable, always trying to seduce the kidnapped princess. The captain's idea of getting her drunk on rum to have her agreeable is a much better plan — we all can't go back to the Jolly Roger until he's done with her," he continued, his voice getting louder.
Smee smacked Clark on the back of the head. "Shut your mouth, you bloody moron! Captain Hook will kill you if it gets around he kidnapped Princess Emma," he said, shaking his head. He then froze, a nervous look on his face. "Bloody hell, I'll be walking the plank tonight," Smee sighed out.
"It won't leave this room — you have my word on it," Prince Ethan promised, slyly smiling at him. "I'll even buy you two glasses of mead to prove my loyalty." Smee and Clark gave him fake clueless grins, watching him give his guards a pointed look. "You two finish my game for me," he added before leaving the room.
"What do you say we raise the stakes?" one of the guards asked, smiling. Before he could react, Smee and Clark were across the table, stabbing both guards and covering their mouths before they could scream for help.
The Jolly Roger
Prince Ethan snuck aboard the deck of the Jolly Roger. On hearing a man's growl from below deck, he quietly made his way down the steps towards the captain's quarters. "Do you know how much I want you, lass?" Killian's lustful voice purred out from behind the door.
"Mm, your eyes are pretty," Emma's voice slurred out. She hiccupped, which made her giggle. "I think I had too much rum…will you take care of me?" she whispered, her voice growing softer.
Ethan grinned, wanting to catch the pirate off guard and kill him before rescuing Emma. He would of course stop to find enjoyment in her body before she would awaken, blaming any damage he did on the pirate. He would play her savior, getting her agree to marry him for his heroics.
"I will take very good care of you," Killian rasped out, Emma letting out a moan. "Gods, lass — I've waited so long to have you — look at me when I take you, princess."
With his sword drawn, Prince Ethan threw open the door and rushed towards the bed. The first sight that met his eyes was the pirate lying on top of the blonde princess underneath the covers, nestled between her legs. He saw the pirate turn to him and glare before he felt someone hit him on the back of the head. He was unconscious instantly. "Quickly take the prince and chain him up — and then get the hell out!" Killian yelled at Williams, whose eyes were locked on the image of him lying on top of Emma.
"If you don't move any faster, my lad just might kill you," Jack called out from the other side of the door. Williams desperately dragged Prince Ethan out of the room. "Let's get secure him in the brig." Together they shut the door, leaving their captain alone with his princess.
Killian smiled down at Emma — she was wearing one of his undershirts and she looked so bloody sexy in it. She thrust her hips up against his, causing a growl to leave his throat. "You promised to take care of me, Captain," Emma whispered seductively.
"And I always deliver on my promises, love," he grinned, crashing his lips into hers punishingly and feeling the need to claim her right away. Another man had come into his room to pursue his wife — and he had seen Emma under him. Even though the prince hadn't gotten close to fulfilling his desire, the thought of that possibility still shook Killian.
Meanwhile
Captain Jack and Mr. Gibbs watched Smee secure the prisoner in the brig using ropes and chain. "Your ability to tie up prisoners is bloody fantastic," Jack complimented his son's first mate as he deftly finished the final knot above the shackle on the prince's legs.
"Thank you, Captain Sparrow." Smee nodded at his captain's father. Suddenly, the sound of Emma keening out Killian's name very loudly, along with sound of a headboard hammering against the wall, rang throughout the ship's timbers. "I'll guard the prisoner — you two go enjoy some rum," Smee offered, an uncomfortable look on his face as he locked the prisoner in the metal cage.
"I love rum," Jack grinned, turning to leave with Gibbs as the grunts and banging from the captain's quarters escalated and grew louder. "Here, have some rum — you'll need it," he said, reaching into his pocket and handing him a flask before he left the brig with Gibbs.
Hours later – out at sea
Captain Jack was well on his way to a decent hangover, talking and laughing loudly with his and Killian's crews, when Emma's loud cry of release echoed throughout the ship. The pounding of the headboard against the wall began its relentless rhythm again. "Oh yes, my lad's just like me," he gloated, the men all cheering and continuing to get drunk on rum.
Jack was telling Killian's crew the story of how he had stolen the largest amount of treasure ever known when magic crackled through the air, stunning him along with the rest of the crew. "Magic…" he whispered in awe, feeling the magic growing stronger as Killian's and Emma's loud groans of pleasure rang out loudly. He thought hard, trying to remember how long he had felt the magic in the air; he recalled it had started at the same time as Killian and Emma had coupled. But the magic had started to emanate very weakly, making him think it was the effect of his rum rather than anything else. Jack's eyes met Gibbs's, who nodded at him — he knew exactly what his captain was thinking.
The next moment as loud cries of pleasure rang from below deck, the entire ship flashed with bright light, magic electrifying all the men and making their eyes grow large from shock. They were stunned and speechless afterwards.
Jack couldn't believe that his son had married not only a beautiful princess, but also one that had magical powers. His son was making him prouder by the second thanks to the choices he had made as a pirate and his exquisite choice in women.
Rumplestiltskin's castle
"Where is my princess, father?" Baelfire asked, a pretty blonde servant sitting on his lap and kissing his neck. His father was lounging on a chair beside him.
"It seems that Princess Emma has left the realm for the moment — but I can assure you that she will be back soon. Rumor has it that she ran off with Captain Hook." Rumplestiltskin's eyes filled with pure hatred at the mention of the pirate.
"First, she lies down with that mongrel Huntsman who lived in the woods, and now she is with that filthy piece of pirate scum." Baelfire threw a glass sitting in front of him against the wall, shattering it. He had wondered his whole life how his mother could have left his father for Captain Jack Sparrow and had another son with him. His jealousy and rage against Captain Killian Jones had grown stronger and stronger every year of his long life — his father had promised him to use magic on him to stop his aging so they could wait for the perfect moment to get revenge on the pirate. "You knew all of this would happen!"
Rumplestiltskin grinned manically. "We had to wait until the pirate has someone he loves, someone who can be ripped away from him like his father ripped your mother away from us. We will have our revenge."
"But father, I do not want her now that he's soiled her!" Bae yelled, hitting the table next to him so hard that it startled the servant on his lap, who scurried away. "You are not excused until I tell you that you are!" he hissed, grabbing her by the hair. She cried out in pain.
"I'm sorry," she gasped. "It won't happen again," she added quickly as he released his rough grip on her hair.
"You don't have to keep her, son — you just need her to conceive a child for the throne, and then we can kill her once the child is born. After we kill her, you will pick a new princess for your bride." He smiled, watching Bae grin at him.
"Let's keep the pirate alive so he can witness me taking his love," Bae grinned evilly at his father, seeing delight in his eyes. "I might keep him around until I kill her, then I'll take his miserable life."
"See — now you are on the right track, my son." Rumplestiltskin's shrill laughter filled the air. "I'll leave you to your fun." He disappeared into thin air.
Bae threw the blonde servant down on the ground, staring at her face and picturing the face of Princess Emma. "I'm going to hurt you, so you might as well enjoy it," he hissed out, ripping her dress off and then moving on top of the frightened servant.
The Jolly Roger
Killian smiled, brushing hair away from Emma's face while she slept soundly on his chest. He wasn't sure how this blonde princess had wormed her way into his rotten heart, bringing it back to life. Throughout his long life, he had committed many horrible, heinous acts, but somehow, he had still won Emma's heart. She was his redemption — and he was going to fight to hell and back to keep her with him. He couldn't help but shake the feeling that she would be soon ripped away from him.
A soft knock on the door stirred him from his thoughts. Gently moving Emma off his chest onto the bed and careful not to wake her, he slipped on his pants and rushed over to the door, cracking it open to see his father standing there.
"The crew and I were drinking some rum and playing some cards…when all of us were suddenly zapped by a strong magical current of sorts — and I believe it came from your quarters," he drawled, raising an eyebrow at him. "Do you have something to tell me, lad?"
"I doubt my wife would like me discussing with you what happens in our bedroom," Killian replied, starting to shut the door. He was not ready to discuss Emma's magic even with his father.
Jack blocked the door with his hand. "We all heard what happens in your bedroom, so it's a moot point, boy," he grinned at him.
"We will talk in the morning — you can have Smee's private cabin." He moved his father's hand away from the edge of the door and then shut it in his face before returning to bed. Killian took off his pants again, climbing into bed and pulling Emma to his chest gently.
A smile crossed Emma's lips while she slept. "Graham," she mumbled o