Here's another chapter! Please R&R! I have to say, this one was my favorite chapter to write so far.
Chapter 5
It was dark when they finally made it to Pirate's Cove. The moon was half-full and the stars were out and the only sounds you heard was the gentle lapping of the water and the hoot of an owl calling for its mate.
As soon as the anchor was dropped, Hook made his way towards Emma and grabbed her hand. "I need to show you one thing before we leave," he said and then led her away from the others and pulled her below deck.
"Where are we going?" she asked as he lead her past the sleeping quarters and then down another flight of stairs. "We need to get going…Regina is getting antsy and when she get's antsy…she gets bitchy."
"Tell me something I don't know," he muttered as he opened a door and then nodded at her to go on ahead.
Emma's eyes widened when she entered the room full of weapons. There were swords, daggers, and various types of guns. Weapons through all ages of time surrounded her. There was even a Flail…a large stick with a chain and a very dangerous spiked ball at the end of it…very popular during Medieval Times. "This is incredible."
"Here you go, Swan." When she turned around and dropped her jaw at the sight of the axe, he decided walking it over and handing it to her would be better than tossing it at her. "It's quite top heavy…so you'll have to spread your hands on the staff when you use it."
"It feels awkward," she said as she gave it a firm grip with both hands.
"It will at first…but you'll get use to it." He gently took the axe from her. "But…we'll deal with that later…this quick journey we'll go with something smaller."
"I thought you said we didn't need any weapons."
"I thought it best that we at least be armed…you never know."
"I have my gun."
"Yes, I know…your very loud gun and if you had to use that very loud gun, it would draw attention…and we don't want that, do we?" He set the axe back on its cradle and then walked over to his daggers. "So…something not too big, but nothing too small…smaller the weapon, the closer you have to be to the enemy to do any real damage."
Emma nodded in agreement. "True," she said as she leaned over him slightly to look at the daggers herself. "That one…it's nice and long, but not too long for it to be awkward…do you have a scabbard for it."
Hook picked up the dagger and gave it a quick study before handing it over to her handle first. "I believe I do."
While he went over to a small closet in the corner of the room, Emma took the time to hold it in her hand and while picturing Greg and Tamara's face, gave the air a few deadly swipes and jabs.
"Well done, you…you've killed the lot of them."
She grinned at him over her shoulder. "Let's just hope I get the chance for the real deal."
"Turn around," he said as he came up behind her and then stopped short when the dagger was in front of him. "This might be less painful for me if you put your hands up as well."
Her lips tilted up in amusement but did as he asked and then gasped when he stepped into her and whipped the scabbard belt behind her waist and reached around to grab the other end. "You know," she began as he started to fasten the buckle. "I'm quite capable of doing this myself."
"I'm sure you are," he said and then gave it a quick tug to secure it. "But this is more fun."
"Just watch the hands, buddy…I am holding a dagger."
He just grinned as he gave the belt a final tug causing her to stumble forward slightly. "There we are," he said and then gently took the dagger out of her hand, gave it a fancy twirl and then leaned closer to her as he slid the dagger in its holster. "Let's have a look." He took a step back and studied her with a tilt of her head. She had shed her coat not long after their arrival leaving her in a black garment that exposed her arms and tight fitting black trousers with tall black boots over them. "I must say, Swan…I do enjoy your world's clothing garments…they are quite fascinating."
Emma just rolled her eyes. "If we're done here, why don't we stop with the fashion critique and get moving." She turned around and started to walk away only to be yanked back when Hook slid his hook in her belt to stop her. "Hey!"
"Just hold on," he said impatiently as he stepped up behind her and gently touched her exposed shoulder.
She couldn't help the shudder that swept through her body or the small gasp of air at the feel of his hand on his skin. "Just what do you think you're…." She hissed in pain when his thumb pressed lightly on her skin and tried to dodge away. "Damnit, Hook!"
"You have a bruise here," he said softly with concern as he trailed his fingers lightly over the purplish splotch on her fair skin. "Quite a nasty one at that."
"It's not the first bruise I got and it won't be the last." She tried to get away again, but his hook continued to stay securely in her belt. "Seriously, Hook…I probably got it during our rough ride through worlds…its no big deal."
"You should put something on it…I might have something that would work."
She craned her head and gave him a dry look over her shoulder. "I don't think rum would work for this sort of injury, Hook."
"No, not rum," he said with a grin. "Something else…by the way, I'll be wanting that scarf back at some point."
She turned back around to face him when she felt him release his hook. "How do you know I didn't throw it away?"
"Did you?" he asked with a lift a brow.
"Why do you care anyway? It's just a ratty old scarf."
He gave a little shrug as he looked away. "Sentimental reasons I suppose."
"Was it Milah's?" He lifted his eyes to her but remained silent and that was a good enough answer for Emma. "I figured it might…so I did keep it."
He opened his mouth only to close it once more. There were very few people who left him speechless…Emma seemed to be one of them. "Thanks for that, Emma," he finally managed to say as he kept his eyes on hers.
She couldn't look away…it was as if his eyes had some magic spell over her. "I…" She took a moment to swallow her incredibly dry throat. "It's back in Storybrooke…so I can't give it to you now."
"I can wait." He gave her a little smile as he leaned close to her. "I'm quite the expert at that….waiting…so aye…I can wait…I can wait for as long as it takes."
She put an unsteady hand on his chest to give her some air, but she couldn't quite seem to shove him away. "How come I get the feeling that you're not talking about the scarf?"
The sound of someone clearing their throat made Emma jump back guiltily and both her and Hook looked to see David lurking by the doorway. His arms were folded across his chest with his eyes fixated on Hook…in a very disconcerting way.
"Uhh…Dad, we were just…he was just giving me a weapon."
"Oh, was that what he was doing?"
She walked away from Hook and grabbed her dad's arm. "We're done down here," she said as she tried to lead him out. "Why don't we go upstairs…Hook and I are ready to head out."
"Go on up…your mom wants to talk to you…I want to have a quick word with Hook."
Emma gave Hook a small smile of sympathy before finally giving David a quick nod. "Just…don't kill him, Dad."
When she was gone, Hook studied him as he walked towards him. "Suddenly, I wish I wasn't in a room full of weapons." He then picked up a dagger on display, gave it a quick study before sliding it in his own scabbard. "Whatever you want to talk about, make it quick…Emma and I need to leave soon."
"Do I need to worry about you and my daughter?"
He pursed his lips and gave him a shrug. "Perhaps…I find her quite fascinating, mate…ever since she held a dagger to my throat I haven't really been able to shake her."
David narrowed his eyes. "You surprise me, Hook…I thought you'd spat off some crude, sarcastic comment that would make me have to punch you."
"Since I'm giving this honesty thing ago, I figured I wouldn't leave anything out."
"Would you risk your life to protect her?" David asked bluntly.
"Aye."
"No…no," he said firmly as he shook his head. "That's not good enough. There's a reason why I'm asking this, Hook…Emma told us about her rule…no one goes alone, and it looks like that means you'll be with Emma. So…I need to know that you'll do whatever it takes to protect her…that I can trust you to stand by her, because if you can't…if there's a small part of you that can't make that promise, then I'm coming with you guys."
"You can trust me, David."
"She's my daughter, Hook."
"I know." He placed his hand on his shoulder and gripped it tightly so he'd know he was serious. "She…stirs something in me…your daughter…she grabs at me…in a way no one ever has before. So…aye…you should be worried about me and your daughter…and that's why you can trust me…understand?"
He gave a quick nod. "Yes…I understand…it comforts me and terrifies me at the same time."
"Good." Hook grinned as he gave his shoulder a friendly slap. "C'mon…let's head on up before Emma gets worried that you've done permanent damage to my very attractive face."
David snorted as he followed him out. "There's the egotistical Hook I know."
He grinned. "He's always there, mate."
