The initial shock of Liam dying hadn't worn off. When it did, Killian crumbled on the bowsprit. Luckily, he was tied to the rope or he would have fallen into the ocean. When the crew pulled him up, Emma ran to him and cradled his head into her hands and pressed kisses all over his face. His body was shaking, containing his grief. He kept muttering, "He's gone." She would whisper, "I know" back to him, Tears were streaming down her face. Emma grieved because Liam was like a brother to her. She only knew him for roughly four months, but he somehow wormed his way into her heart. Suddenly, Killian removed himself from her embrace, but she could see his unshed tears.

"Men, we're lacking a captain. Let's discuss our next course of action. " Emma couldn't hide her shock. He needed to properly grieve, and he was already barking orders to the men.

Emma placed both of her hands on each of his shoulders, preventing his movements. "Killian, what are you doing?"

"I need to address the crew," he said, closing his eyes to prevent the tears from flowing. When he reopened them, Emma's voice hitched when she saw a calm mask on his face. He was internalizing all his grief.

"Killian, you don't have to address the men today. They should understand. It's okay to grieve. I haven't known Liam long, but he was like a brother to me. He was their leader for goodness sake. The crew needs to grieve as well." Her voice broke at her plea. His hands went to remove her own from his shoulders.

"The Jewel needs a captain." He said as he continued to walk, his back facing her. "He always wanted to be buried at sea. In a sense, he got his wish." He laughed bitterly, his fists clenching at his sides.

Emma was concerned for Killian. Liam just died barely a few hours ago, and he was closing himself off. The men were talking about making him captain. She hated that he was immediately thrown into responsibility. Killian's ideology was taken from Liam's. His foundation was gone, and what happened with a tattered foundation? Eventually, it broke.

Emma watched Killian stand on a block of wood on the deck with concerned eyes. Her heart broke when she saw Killian look at Liam's satchel that was handed to him, and the crewmembers already called him "Captain". Her eyes winced at the title. So, it was decided. Killian was to become captain. After his brother's death, he was expected to fill his brother's mantle-follow in his footsteps. A brother he deemed to be better in all things-more better than himself. Emma could only guess what was going through his head.

"We're soldiers, who swore oaths to our king. He sent us to retrieve a poison which killed our dear captain". She could feel and hear his heartbreak.

"Never again shall anyone set sail in that cursed land." He set fire to the Pegasus with a torch. The feathers turned black and crumbled to ash, fluttering in the wind as black dust.

"Never again shall we take such orders, serving the king and fighting his wars. That is the way of dishonor." He stopped to think before glaring at each one of the men in turn. Anger took over his being. "And all of you who disagree- flee now or walk the bloody plank!" Instead of flinching at his challenge, they listened to his words with rapt attention. "For those who stay, we will be free men, and I will be your captain. We will sail under the crimson flag, and we will give our enemies no quarter. "

Wait what? Dread started to take over her being at the sudden personality change in her husband. Emma could only listen on in horror.

"We will take what we please. And we live by our own rules. This is the best form of all. Our kingdom is corrupt and immoral; they took my brother from me, and I'm going to take everything they got." She heard the malice in his voice. "Starting with this ship." He finished with loathing. "Bring the paint from below. It's time we rename this vessel. We no longer sail as the Jewel of the Realm. We now sail as the Jolly Roger!" He burned his navel coat and continued his speech. "When they come for us, I want them to know exactly what we are- pirates! For at least among thieves, there is honor!" He looked around smiling at the men as they cheered him on.

How the fuck can they be okay with this? Emma turned her head and angrily wiped at her eyes. These men were noble, had families, and were willing to forsake them in a blink of an eye to become pirates. The ship would be called the Jolly Roger. She was on the ship in the stories of Peter Pan. Hell, she met Peter Pan. When could she expect Captain Hook to enter the picture? The tears wouldn't stop flowing no matter how much she tried to bottle them. She had to leave. Pushing past through the men, she made her way back to their room

The bed creaked when she sat on it rather forcefully. Putting her head in between her hands, she tried to come to terms with all she had seen. Her emotions were in turmoil. How did everything escalate out of control rather quickly? Did Killian always have this much hate in him- a thirst for vengeance?

The door creaked open- a sign that the hinges needed to be oiled. Heavy footsteps echoed across the room, alerting her to someone's presence. Her eyes looked up to see Killian standing before her, and he was staring at her with the same devotion as he had before-a stark contrast from the darkness in his eyes during his speech.

"What did you think of my speech, my dear?" She didn't know how he was filled with hate for one minute and loving her the next, like a light switch that could be flipped on and off. The thought made her shudder as she looked at him with red-rimmed eyes.

His smile was replaced with worry as he took in her appearance. Questions flooded through her mind. She wanted to ask him how he was really feeling? This persona was a shield to hide his grief. Was he willing to follow through his plan? She opened her mouth to tell him about her concerns, but she was interrupted by the warning bells sounding above deck. He turned his head in concern and she followed him. A crewmember approached him. "It's one of King George's ships, sir."

"Aye, we will engage and give them no quarter." His eyes were filled with bloodlust and his voice was filled with anger. She almost flinched when he turned his gaze to her. "Emma, please wait below." He told her before nodding to the Master Gunner.

If she tried hard enough, she could talk him out of his plans. The Killian she knew wouldn't attack ships unprompted. Surely, he wasn't thinking clearly. "Killian-" The boat shook as a cannon ball catapulted from the Jolly to the navel vessel, preventing her from voicing her concerns.

Emma ran down to the bedroom and thought about their luck. Just hours after the Jewel turned pirate ship, they were already being attacked because Killian had to declare war. The universe decided to have a sense of humor. She always felt safe on the Realm, but now, she would probably live in the fear of being attacked because piracy was illegal. Her mind drifted back to where she was always on the run and stole for a living. She had to fear getting arrested. Life of crime seemed like a distant memory after meeting Killian, but now, she was back to square one.

Sword fighting could be heard above deck. Her body shook in fear as the reality of the situation hit her. This was her life now. She would have to get used to this.

The door to her bedroom opened and she thought it was Killian. Her eyes darted to a man with black hair, wearing the official navel uniform. It was a man she didn't recognize.

His brown eyes took in her appearance.

"Miss, are you alright?" He asked with concern as he approached her.

"Yes?" She asked confused. The man was unfamiliar. She knew the names of everyone on the ship, but she had a feeling she had never seen this man before in her life.

"Did they hurt you?" What the hell? That's when it hit her. This man boarded the ship and somehow made it down to her level. Her face was still splotchy from crying. He was probably looking for Killian, but from the look of surprise on his face, he wasn't expecting to see her.

"Let me save you, lass." He sheathed his sword, cautiously approaching her. Absently, she took a step back.

"I don't need saving," she said defiantly.

"You're on a pirate ship." She supposed her blue dress didn't make her a threat. Her fingers rubbed between her brows in frustration. Although this whole situation scared her, she wasn't going to leave. Killian wasn't in a right state of mind, and he needed her now more than ever.

"I'm good. You need to escape before they kill you," she warned with a glare.

"I'm not leaving you here," the man promised with conviction, and it made her heart hurt. She remembered her sweet lieutenant who wouldn't leave her side.

"I'm not going to leave. So go," she shouted angrily, backing up to the wall near the bed as he continued his way forward.

"Come on." He grabbed her arm and as she pulled backward, her hand felt cool metal. She grabbed onto it and brought it forward to hit the man. To her horror, it went through him. She shakily let go, crumbled to the ground, threw up, and cried.

Months had passed since the incident where Emma killed the soldier in the room. Luckily, Killian didn't decide to attack another ship. Perhaps, it was due to her being shaken up by the incident, or they hadn't crossed paths with another navel vessel. Selfishly, she hoped it was the former because she still was shaken up. She constantly woke up at night, thinking they were constantly in danger. This was partly due to her having dreams about the man she killed. When Killian returned to the room that day, he pulled her in his arms and told her she was just defending herself, because the man tried to take her away from him. Was she defending herself? The poor soldier thought she was taken against her will and was trying to save her. For a second, she almost believed Killian until she realized why she killed in the first place. Killian slept alone that night. If he noticed her missing presence, he didn't say, She couldn't handle the change from her sweet lieutenant. It was like a totally different person invaded his body. When they interacted, his smiles wouldn't reach his eyes. The light in his eyes was missing. He would attempt to joke, but it was lacking his usual humor. Every time she tried to broach the topic of Liam, he would leave or change the subject like he pretended he didn't die.

Then came the drinking. He would get drunk to the point of passing out, and the crewmembers would bring him back to the ship. She would nurse him the whole night and left when he woke up. The more he continued on this path. The less attentive he was to her. He was trapped in his own grief. He wouldn't let her in. He trusted in the alcohol more than her and it hurt. The last time she shared a bed with Killian was before her killing scenario. Here, she was waiting outside on the deck because he was out later than usual. She could see his familiar profile, clad in his black leather, heading towards the Jewel. It's the Jolly now, she corrected herself. Her eyes widened as she saw two girls cradled on each of his arms as he approached the ship. Anger, hurt, and jealousy took over. This was the first time that he attempted to bring girls on the ship. Her fists clenched at her sides as she tried to reign in her emotions.

"Behold! The Rolly Joger!" Killian slurred, causing the women in his arm to giggle.

Emma glared at the trio and the wenches took in her appearance with their eyes, sizing her up.

"It's time for bed, Killian." Emma approached him, pushing his hair back and staring into his bloodshot eyes. She couldn't really confront him now because he was so drunk.

"Ah, Emma, nice of you to join us! We can have a party now that you are here," he greeted jovially.

"Ladies, please, leave us. I don't know how much fun he will be, since he is drunk off his ass," Emma dismissed the wenches, clearly not amused by Killian's joviality. One of the wenches gave her an evil eye.

"He's married." Emma showed the wench her ring. The wenches huffed, removing themselves from Killian's arms. He wobbled from his lack of support and Emma ran over to catch him. Her arms shook as she struggled to support his weight.

"Mmm, so soft, Emma," he mumbled, trailing kisses up her neck.

"Stop it, you are drunk." She pushed his head away lightly when he nuzzled into her neck.

"We haven't kissed in forever," he wined and tried again. "I need to take every opportunity I can get." When he realized her neck was unavailable, he moved to burrow his face in her breasts, but she held him at arms length. This was bad. At this rate, he might as well have his way with her in the open public.

One of the crewmembers ran to Emma, and stopped in front of her, panting from his run.

Killian narrowed his eyes in his drunken stupor and tried sizing the man up. "Stay away from my wife!" He swung at the crewman, but his fist missed.

"Stop, Killian. We are going to bed." He whipped his head around when she mentioned "bed", smiling at her goofily before he staggered. He keeled over and threw up. He lost his balance and fell backwards. Emma caught him before he fell.

"God, how much did he have to drink?" Emma yelled incredulously.

"Mrs. Jones, sorry." The crewmember helped support his weight. "We tried to stop him." He finished with an apologetic sigh.

"Stop him from doing what?" Emma couldn't imagine what Killian would do that would be secretive.

"Leave with the other women," he said sincerely. Emma almost forgot about the women because she was more worried about getting Killian to bed.

"Does he try to leave with women at every port?" Emma shouldn't have asked, but her curiosity got the best of her.

"Yes." Emma had to catch herself from having a panic attack. Was he that far gone that he didn't want her anymore? Her fears were put to rest when the crewman continued to talk. "We knew he would regret it if he was successful. So, we always thwarted all his attempts," he answered, helping her lay Killian on the bed.

"Thank you, it means a lot that you watch out for him. I can handle it from here."

She was touched that the crewmembers were active in preventing Killian from doing anything stupid. Emma gave the man an appreciative smile. The man bowed, leaving her with a nod. When the door shut, she turned her sad gaze to look at her husband. Using her hand, she removed some of his bangs that were matted with sweat from his eyes.

"Emma," he whispered at her touch. Why does he have to be passed out drunk and asleep to mutter her name with affection? He pretty much ignored her when he was awake. Then again, she didn't stay around long enough to let him say anything.

She took a wet cloth and wiped the sweat off his brow. She spent all night nursing him back to health so that he wouldn't be so uncomfortable when he woke up.

His eyelashes fluttered awake, and he let out a soft groan probably from the hangover. This was the first time she had been in the bedroom with him when he woke up. His blue eyes softened when he saw her. They traveled all over her face and stopped at her lips. It was like he was taking her in and starved with affection, a smile tugged at his lips. It brought back memories of her and her lieutenant. His fingers rubbed her hand every time she wiped his brow. "Morning, beautiful, " he whispered, making sure she wasn't a dream.

She couldn't help clench her jaw. Once, the endearment would've made her heart flutter, but now, it left a bad taste in her mouth. She closed her eyes as the feelings of hope and love felt foreign to her. She forgot about that damn bond because she hadn't felt anything really in months. She found out she could tune him out after she was tired of feeling his anger and sadness almost everyday. His feelings weren't helping her resolve.

His voice broke her out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I asked, if you're all right?" He was frowning at her. She could feel his confusion.

"I'm fine," she said tersely.

"No, you aren't. I can tell if something is bothering you." He grabbed her hand that wasn't holding the washcloth.

Really, did you not notice anything wrong these last two months? She wanted to ask, but couldn't help but scoff at his attempts of trying to have her open up.

"How are you feeling? You drank a lot last night," she deflected.

"Emma, don't change the subject. If there is something I did, please, tell me. I feel there is a rift between us." His gaze was imploring, and she could see his resolve wavering, trying to remain calm.

"Seriously? Now, you notice I haven't been around. You don't know what you have done?" She slammed the rag down on the nightstand.

"I get that Liam died." His eyes grew dark at the mention of Liam. "You're allowed to grieve but resorting to piracy, getting drunk, and attempting to sleep with whatever barwench who throws herself at you, will not lessen the pain or bring him back," she reasoned, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.

"What do you know of loss?" She whipped her head to him to see his face. He didn't just ask that question? His face was filled with anger as he continued. "You're lucky you have never lost anyone."

Her heart wanted to shatter at the spot. His words were cutting daggers into whatever resolve she had. She got up from the bed, pulling her hand away from him rather roughly. Her hand felt suddenly cold at the loss of contact.

"I never lost anyone? How about when a family adopted me, and they gave me back as soon as they got their own kid, and the only friend, I had, lied to me twice and caused me to lose the best family I had. Then, there was my brother." Killian looked at her in shock. She ignored his guilty gaze as she continued. "who I got know for four months. I grieved for him in private because you won't even grieve with me. You knew about my past already. How can you say that after everything I have done for you since he died-" And still l love you, she almost finished.

Standing up, she moved to leave. She couldn't bear to look at the indifference she knew was showing on his face. The Killian she knew would never have said those words to her. "You know what?" She began, her back facing him. "I don't even know who you are anymore. You definitely aren't the man I married." She ran out of the room to the one place she found comfort since Liam died-his room.

Killian avoided it like the plague after he died. She would go to his room and have imaginary conversations with him to keep her sane, and where she could cry in solitude. In this room, she didn't have to pretend to be strong or indifferent to Killian's change. She walked up and looked at the bookshelf, picking up an anchor-shaped cufflink. Her fingers tightened around the small object to the point where it broke skin as her mind drifted off to that day.

The sound of gulls could be heard in the sky. Emma stared at her wedding ring with a smile. In a few weeks, she would be Emma Jones. She was leaning on the mast to wait for Liam to get done talking with one of his crewmembers. Her eyes drifted to the metal objects in her hand. This was a gift for Liam that she had been meaning to give it to him -to show her appreciation towards him.

"Hey, Liam." She approached him after the other man left.

"Emma!" Liam greeted with a smile. "I hear congratulations are in order." He gave her a smug grin.

As much as she refused, she blushed at the praise. "Thank you."

"You know," He began staring out over the sea. " I thought my brother was going to propose to you months ago." He admitted with a chuckle before looking at her. His eyes stared at her fondly. " He told me how much he wanted to because of how special you're to him. I don't know what got him to wait so long. The only thing I know is that there is something special- watching the two of you and seeing how you both orbit around each other. It's beautiful really. " He finished with awe, turning the wheel of the ship.

His words touched her heart and she could feel her sisterly love building for him. This man barely knew her, and he accepted her presence without really knowing her.

"I've been meaning to give you these, for everything you have done for me". She handed him the cufflinks, and he looked at the offered items in confusion before his gaze turned soft.

"It was nothing. I'm glad we found you that day. I think you're the only one able to keep Killian grounded, and I couldn't have asked for a finer sister," he answered her by embracing her in a hug.

"Today, Killian finally realized that I exist again. He gets so far gone that he is willing to cheat on me when he gets drunk." Her voice shook, and she couldn't stop the dam that escaped her eyes. "Oh, Liam, you trusted me in watching over him and I failed." She continued, her body shaking as she let go of the cufflink, putting her face in her palms. "I don't know what to do. It hurts watching him bring himself down. Losing himself to what he believes is honoring your memory. Nothing I do can get through to him. I don't know how much more I can take." Her knees dropped to the ground as she finally broke.

Letting go of all her emotions was a respite she didn't know she needed. Her attitude remained indifferent because she needed to be strong for Killian's sake. She foolishly hoped that he would open up to her on his own. The more she waited for him, the worst he fell down his current path. Did he even love her anymore?

Arms, wrapping around her stomach and embracing her from behind, caused her body to flinch. She felt pain in the bond. "How long were you standing there?" She asked, still staring at the bookshelf.

"I heard everything," he said hoarsely. She turned around and she saw he was crying. He reached out a hand to cup her face then hesitated, fisting his hand in the air. "Oh, Emma. I didn't realize I was hurting you this much." He put his head in between his hands. "Gods, the woman I tried to bring on this ship. Emma, you didn't deserve that." His body was trembling with broken sobs, and Emma cried even harder at the broken man before her.

He looked at her with heartbreak and his voice started to crack." I remember that look you gave me after you stabbed the man, and then I felt the bed empty. I thought I repulsed you. You stopped smiling and looking at me with affection after that day, and I thought that you didn't love me anymore. I was too selfish to let you go, and I thought I was doing you a favor by leaving you alone. "

Emma brought a hand to cradle his face, and he leaned into her touch. His voice was nearly ragged at her innocent touch. "I know you put up a strong front with your men, but you don't have to pretend to be strong for me. I don't love you any less so please stop shutting me out and drinking, thinking I don't care," she pleaded.

"I miss him so damn much. I see him everywhere on this ship. There are too many memories here. Thinking about what that king did makes me so angry. Then, when I was alone, the rum would ease the pain."

She openly embraced him and she didn't miss his sharp intake of breath at the gesture, his face nuzzling against her neck. "We both miss him, Killian. We will help each other heal, only if you promise to be honest and open with me. We can start over. Get a new ship that we can call home and see the world that we talked about. You don't have to resort to piracy anymore. Liam wouldn't want you to live like this."

"I really don't deserve you." His words caressed against her neck in a whisper. "Please, have patience with me. I promise, I will become better. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. You are my rock, Emma," he croaked.

"I promise. I made a vow remember?" She teased, a few tears escaping from her eyes and falling onto him. They were both probably soaked by now by each other's tears, but they didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that they had each other. She couldn't help but laugh out loud at the turn of events. She was happy.

At the sound of her laugh, he lifted his head up, staring into her eyes. There was an indefinable emotion in his gaze, but Emma could feel his ardent love. Suddenly, he kissed her hard, his fingers threading in her hair and going down her body before stopping at her hip. He moaned when she deepened the kiss. "Emma... Please, I really need you, now," he pleaded, his voice filled with unrestrained want.

Emma knew he was leaving this all to her. She didn't realize how much she missed his touch until he was here before her. She started kissing his exposed chest, working her way up his neck until stopping before his ear. I need you," she whispered against his ear.

When her back landed against the bed and him kissing her bare chest. At that moment, all pain was forgotten, and it was just the two of them showing their love for each other.

Three weeks had passed since Killian and Emma made up. Their life seemed to be an adventure when he taught her how to sail a ship and told her of the many lands they were going to visit. He hadn't looked this happy in months. He still cried in private with her and she would comfort him. She didn't know how it was possible to love someone so dearly. It was because they knew each other so well and experienced each other's pain in a short matter of time. After getting through this trial, Emma believed that together they could overcome any obstacle. She closed her eyes in a contented sigh, letting the peaceful sea breeze cradle her.

"Look, what we have here." Killian's voice caused Emma to turn her head in his direction. He was busy looking through his spyglass, addressing some of the men. "Another one of King George's vessels is going to grace us with its presence." He informed, his voice becoming dark.

What? No. No, she thought horrified. She knew where this was going, and she had to stop him before he issued the command to attack.

"Killian, You must stop." She didn't care if she was causing a scene in front of his men. They have come so far. She wasn't going to let him fall back into his anger.

"Emma, this is going to get messy. Get below deck," he instructed, ignoring her pleas. Her heart broke as she watched his vengeance take over.

"Killian, I'm not going anywhere. Not until you listen to me," she said defiantly, grabbing the lapels of his coat and begging him with her eyes to listen to her. This was the moment of truth to see if their love could overcome his anger.

"Emma, we will talk later." His dismissal was making her become angry as she felt helplessness take over.

"What about this talk of change? Was that a lie so that you could give me a couple of quick romps to shut me up?" His jaw clenched, indicating her words touched a nerve. He removed his arms and stared at her. She went to grab his arm again but he pulled back, causing her to fall on the deck. Her whistle became undone and fell on the deck.

He looked at her apologetically. He would never physically harm her, and he looked horrified that he accidentally caused her physical pain.

Emma stared at the deck hard and tears started to build in her eyes.

He moved to help her up, but she stopped him with her glare. She didn't want him touching her if he was going to attack another ship.

"Liam would be ashamed of what you have become. You are disgracing his memory," she reminded, hoping to cause him to remember the conversation they had before.

"Those people on that ship work for a cruel king who killed Liam," he reminded her, his voice building with anger.

"They're only following orders. If you attack them, then they are innocent people suffering from your vendetta. Stop reliving his death." She tried to reason until horrifying thoughts came to mind. What if, she was never able to rid him of this darkness? What if, Killian was now reduced to a shell of a man who thrived off vengeance? Every time they fought, would he sprout words of change before he fell into this cycle again?

"What happened to my husband? The spot I once held in his heart is gone and filled with darkness. There is nothing I can do to bring you back is there?" She asked, her voice breaking and her hands clenching at her sides.

"That's not true! Emma, you are my light!" He fervently denied her words, pleading with her to understand.

She felt his fear flood her being. He knew she had a habit of throwing up her walls when she got hurt. There was a point when she would completely close herself off, and she was sure that he wanted to prevent that from happening

"I thought I was, but I'm not so sure anymore," she whispered in resignation, as she stared at the whistle in her hand.

He will lie and abandon you like everyone else. He will always love his brother more. She remembered his soft blue eyes were once filled with mirth. In her past nightmares, his eyes were filled with bloodlust and anger. When everything becomes too much to bear, you will blow on the whistle and everything will get better. Pan's voice continued in her mind.

"I guess this is the only way," she said, shakily bringing the whistle to her mouth.

"What are you doing?" His question was filled with concern and worry.

She took a deep breath. "Making things better." After she answered, she blew on the whistle.

The whistle's sound echoed across the sea before it was followed by the sound of thunder. Suddenly, the clouds became dark and an aria sounded in the distance. A heavy wind blew, causing the waves to become violent. Emma quickly stood up and felt fear flood her being. She caused the storm. There was no possible explanation of the sunny sky turning dark until she blew on the whistle. A feeling of déjà vu overtook her as she remembered the brewing storm on the docks after she blew on the whistle in Oregon.

"Captain, this storm is caused by magic." What should we do?" A crewman asked, looking at the storm and to the naval vessel in the distance.

Lightning struck on the deck and everyone staggered from the intensity of the light. "Well, well, I was wondering when you would summon me, Emma," a heavily accented voice tutted. Emma's vision was foggy and when it cleared, standing before her was a woman. Her blue eyes were like the sea. She had fiery red hair and a flowing green dress. In her right hand, she was holding a trident. On her head, was a crown of diamonds.

"Stay away from her, witch!" Killian stepped in front of Emma defensively, pulling out his cutlass and holding it menacingly at the woman.

"I feel your pain, Emma. Your sorrow has called to me," the woman said, her voice filled with sadness. Rain started to drizzle on them and the Jolly.

"Can you fix this? The man I loved died along with his brother. If I am stuck with this one-sided love… I don't want it. Please give me my love back." Emma bared her soul out to the woman to fulfill her promise. She didn't see the self-loathing and the heartbreak on Killian's face.

"Emma-"

"Silence, mortal," she interrupted him with a terse reply. "I'm the guardian of love on the sea and you failed her."

"I love her!" Killian said defiantly, his heart in his eyes. "I would harrow hell just to be with her," he admitted truthfully with conviction. "Who are you to judge?" He yelled at the witch before looking at Emma pleadingly, begging her to believe him.

The devotion and conviction in his voice reminded her of her Killian. She wasn't patient enough to deal with him. Oh God. She was about to abandon him. In reality, she was scared and her walls were thrown up, and she stopped trusting in their love and attempted to resort to magic. She had to fix this.

"Foolish, mortal. I am Calypso." Killian flinched at her name. His eyes narrowed in fear before he resorted to glaring at her. "I know your heart sailor. You're on a path to self-destruction," she said before looking at Emma, holding her hand out for her to take. "Emma, there is nothing for you here. Come, with me. You have to fulfill your destiny in the future."

Killian dropped his cutlass on the ground since the witch was giving Emma a choice. "Emma, please don't listen to her," he begged, wrapping her in an embrace. Emma could feel his body shaking and him whispering "I love you's" and "no, please" over the loud storm.

"I made a mistake in summoning you. I don't want an easy fix. One thing I've learned about love is that we have to fight for it." Emma glared at Calypso as she spoke with determination, returning Killian's embrace.

The goddess scoffed at Emma's words. "Remember he said he would never abandon you?" Her words caused Killian to flinch. "I've watched helplessly as you looked out in the ocean while you lost the man you love. "

"Don't you see? I still do love him and he loves me. I don't want to leave him." Emma's words caused Killian to hug her tighter to him than she thought possible.

"If you don't leave, Emma. Everyone on this ship will die except for you," the Goddess threatened.

"I was told that it would make everything better not send me back," Emma said confused, her voice starting to waver.

"It makes things better by restoring you back to your time as it should be. Time heals all wounds. You must go back and move on." Calypso hit the butt of her trident on the deck of the ship, causing lighting to strike at random parts on the deck.

Tears started to flow down Emma's face again, knowing that the Goddess' threats were real. Killian would die if she didn't return. She couldn't handle having his death on her conscious.

"Emma, we can fix this. Trust in us." His voice cracked, tears were threatening to fall from his eyes. He was trying to be strong for her so that she could have confidence in him. Killian could read her like an open book. He knew what was going through her head.

"Killian, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. You heard her. If I don't go, you will die. I don't want to lose you," she replied hoarsely.

"I don't want to lose you too. I would rather die than be separated from you." She kissed him hard at his declaration.

Her forehead rested against his. "I am so sorry, Killian." She breathed against his mouth. She could feel his utter despair and heartbreak fill her being. Her heart felt like it was about to come out of her chest, knowing she was causing him pain. She removed herself from him, her eyes taking in every facet of his face, his clothing, putting them to memory. "I won't let you die because of me. I will return to you. I will always find you," she promised, removing herself from him and making a run towards the goddess.

Killian's hand lunged to grab Emma's arm, but he got knocked to the ground by Calypso's magic. Emma watched as his arms shakily pushed himself up from the deck. His face was devastated as he saw her standing by the Goddess.

"Emma!" Killian's heartbroken voice filled her ears as she disappeared into a swirling vortex.

The sound of insects could be heard in a distant jungle. A figure was crouched in front of a glowing crystal ball, watching a scene that had just taken place. All events have been set in motion for his plan. His head lifted up when he sensed magic come into his realm.

"Pan, dear. Thank you for giving Emma the whistle, " the woman thanked him, stalking right next to his side.

"Did pretending to be an old woman and a sea goddess work for you?" He snorted when he remembered the Goddess getup she wore. Now, she was wearing a black hat and a matching dress with feathers cradling her neck.

"Poseidon's trident was a nice touch to help with the storms and to make everything believable. Everything is how it should be. Emma was merely displaced from her time. The timeline is restored for her to have her son." Her voice was rather cheerful because the first aspect of her plan went well.

"You had her screwing with the timeline then sent her back. Why give her the whistle? I assume you gave her your pendant because it is missing. That means she can go back in time," he said before his smile turned devious. He had to admit he liked the drama that was playing out. "Poor, Emma, she will find that some things are best left in the past."

"I will get my revenge, if it's the last thing I do," she said with envy, her eyes darkening at every word.

"I don't care about your family feud. I have my own family drama. You can stay in Neverland until the curse breaks, but if your information is false and I don't get my heart, You'll be sorry,"he threatened, using his magic to push the witch against a nearby tree. Peter Pan never failed and he wanted to show the witch he didn't play. He would make this witch pay for lying to him.

"I assure you everything is true but I have a tiny request." Her grin was all but innocent, ignoring his threat.

"By the look of your face, your request is more than tiny." He scoffed at her request, letting her drop down to the ground. He didn't trust her, not that he ever trusted anyone.

"Would you let me kill your captive?" She asked with glee, picking herself up.

"No, if what you say is true, I will lose the most important pawn in my game." He knew he was going to need as many chess pieces as possible in order to get what he wanted. Maybe the witch could have taken his captive if she left out some details.

"Your shadow"- She began with calculating eyes -"How strong are its illusions?" His eyebrow lifted up at her request. He had to admit the witch was determined.

He summoned his shadow, arms crossed in interest. "What do you plan on doing?"

"Make it take the form of your captive," she instructed, and he nodded to it. It shape shifted to an exact visage of his captive.

She approached the doppelganger and pulled its fake heart out. If what she said was true, understanding dawned on his face. "Oh, you are wicked." His evil smile matched her wicked grin.

Portland, Oregon, October 21,2000

In other news, last night there was an unexpected windstorm at the Portland harbor. The dock is closed until all damages are repaired. There were no casualties. Although, we do have a Jane Doe." A rough sketch of the Jane Doe was shown on the screen as the announcer continued talking. "If anyone has any information on this individual. Please call the number on the screen."

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