Another prompt from CW week. I'd love to hear what everyone thinks.

Killian Jones sailed the Jolly Roger into the port of Storybrooke. He knew he had managed to get through, so the curse must be broken. But Cora hadn't sailed with him, and, for that, Killian was beyond thankful. He didn't want the Red Queen anywhere near his vessel. The only reason he had aligned with her was because he could keep his memories and get to Storybrooke.

He anchored the Jolly Roger in the harbor and walked out onto the docks. For once, he had replaced his hook with a fake hand. No need to alarm the entire town with who he really was just yet. Many from the Enchanted Forest had never met him, so his face would go unnoticed. He had even managed to find some modern clothes before he reached the town proper.

He had walked into the town expecting the curse to have been broken. But when he walked through the town, listening to the conversations, he couldn't believe what he had heard. The people of the town were talking about some affair between a Mary Margret and a David Nolan, and other superficial things. The few he did recognize did not answer the names Killian knew them by. The woman he had known to be Snow White, who had seen him before in the forest, merely passed him by when someone called for a Mary Margret.

Killian watched her as she walked on. She looked different than she had in the Enchanted Forest, from the few times he had seen her. But she wasn't the one he was looking for. He was looking for a beautiful woman who had once wore a red cloak. From what he had seen of this new realm, no one was wearing the fashions from the Enchanted Forest.

So he looked for the beautiful woman that had haunted his dreams for so long. Outside the town diner, he found the woman he was looking for with her grandmother, complaining about the morning shift. He smiled, happy to walk towards her. She looked different. There was make-up on her face, and her long brown hair was straight and streaked with red. Her clothing consisted of bright red shorts, a white button up tied around her waist, and stiletto heels. Killian couldn't keep his eyes off her, as it was whenever he saw her. That woman had his attention in any crowd. No matter how much of a villain he may have been, Red was his new love.

He watched Red and her grandmother walking into the diner, and slipped inside after them. A blonde woman sat in a booth with a young boy, and a few other people Killian did not know were around the diner. Red was walking around the diner, taking and handing out orders. Killian sat down at the counter, feeling the eyes of the townspeople around him glued to his back.

The woman waiting on everyone looked at him with wide eyes. It was as though she had never seen him before, and wasn't used to any kind of strangers in the diner. Killian felt the stab of heartache. She didn't know him. He could hardly stand it. "I'll be right with you," she called over before she engaged the young boy with the blonde in conversation.

Killian sighed heavily, his good fingers playing with his large rings. He stared down at his hand. Maybe he wouldn't feel so bad if he could just focus on something. Revenge? Sailing? His rings? Anything was better than the blank expression of the woman he loved.

The leggy woman walked back over to the counter, putting in an order before she walked over to the stranger. "Good morning. You look new," she said with a wide smile on her cherry lips. "We don't get many visitors in Storybrooke." Killian looked up from his hand and his eyes were drawn up to her flawless face. "What can I get for you?"

Killian smiled sadly. "Just an ale," he mumbled.

"Ale? It's 8a.m. and beer isn't served until 5p.m.," the woman told him. "Is there something else I can get you?"

"Just a coffee, then, love," he said. His usual pet name for her just slipped right out without him meaning to. He saw his beauty's face flush a deep red before she turned to fill up a coffee mug.

"So," she began when she turned around, sliding the mug in front of the handsome man, "what brings you to Storybrooke?"

"I came looking for someone I lost. She's kind of my guiding star," he said, taking a sip of the black coffee before him. The woman tilted her head questioningly at him. "We got separated while I was away on work, and I was told she moved back here."

She looked at him with a soft smile. "I'm sure you'll find her, um…" Her voice trailed off when she realized she didn't know the man's name.

"Killian, Killian Jones," the pirate said. "And what is your name?"

"Ruby Lucas," she said with a smile. Killian felt a pang of sadness. That was not how he knew her. His identity was lost with hers. Without her, he was exactly what everyone else had ever thought about him. She really was his guiding star. But she looked at him with an empty expression. She didn't know him at all. "So, where are you from, Killian?"

"All over," he said. "I don't tend to stay in one place for very long. I do a lot of sailing for work."

Ruby bit her cherry lip. "Really?" Her eyes were wide with interest. She absolutely adored the idea of adventure, and her green eyes were alight with that. It was still there; the look that had made him fall in love with her to begin with. "I've always wanted to travel. Where was your favorite place?"

Killian thought it over. He had been so many places, but it was only when he traveled with her that it had truly mattered to him. "There was a little island in the middle of the sea, and the woman I lost and I spent days upon days there. We looked for wolves, and the island was small enough to be close to the sea."

"It sounds amazing," Ruby said dreamily.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Killian made a silent vow. He would get her to fall in love with him again. He'd have his guiding star back. There was no way he was going to be the same villain everyone expected him to be. He would find his identity again, and he would help her find herself all over again. He couldn't go on with her not knowing who he was. "It is, lass. It definitely is," he said, eying her longingly. "Maybe one day, you'll see the world."

Ruby grinned. Another customer called her name, and Ruby looked up quickly. "One minute," she called. Looking back down at Killian, she gave him a smooth smile. "Maybe I will," she said with that infectious spark in her eye again.

She walked off to take care of the other customers. Killian's eyes followed her for a short while before he set down the mug, and a few dollars in payment on the counter. He walked out of the diner more determined than ever.

He would get revenge of his Crocodile. Cora had told him who had created the spell, so Killian knew all about Rumplestiltskin's involvement. It was the Crocodile's fault that Killian couldn't have his love. Again.

Killian would get his revenge, and get his love back again. Ruby would remember him. She would remember herself.