The longest chapter I've written!(still it's not that long haha)

I think I like this one, but I'm not very sure about the writing, it feels a bit weird with the time and the two intense scenes taking place so shortly after each other. But please, enjoy!

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I do not own Once Upon a Time or the song lyrics I've used on the top. Both the lyrics and the title of the story comes from the song "Broken Crown" by Mumford and Sons. Check that song out if you're reading this since it's what inspired me.

The pull on my flesh was just too strong

It stifled the choice and the air in my lungs

Killian knew it was wrong. She had a child and was married, even if it was to the village's coward. Even if he was a pirate, he'd always considered himself being a gentleman.

But Milah… She was enchanting and the way she made him feel was indescribable. Even if it was wrong he had let himself being talked into getting her on the ship but now it felt even more wrong and it didn't have to do with the fact that she had a child or even that she was married. It was only her eighth day onboard and it was bad weather, surely a storm on the way. Killian had never been afraid of storms, but this was different. Milah was on the ship and even if he'd only known her for a small period of time he didn't want to lose her like he'd lost Liam.

She only being there promised him something more and made him feel whole, oh this woman, she drove him mad and he would do everything he could to keep her safe.

The storm harassed the ship all night but when the sun came up, the sea was as calm as if the storm never had taken place.

Killian laughed out of relief and fatigue when he saw Milah stand there, the woman of the storm inside his heart.

It was a nice day and Hook was feeling pretty light, actually. Nearly none of the pirates were up onboard, the ship nearly sailed itself a day like this. There were only three people on the upper deck; Hook, Emma and Smee, that was sitting high up in the mast looking down at the blue sea.

Hook couldn't keep still and was longing for a real good fight with a sword. When swords crossed his mind he got an idea.

"Emma! You know how to fight?" It was a good idea. He might as well have her believe this show about her being one on the crew.

Emma turned to Hook, looking at him with a suspicious look on her face.

"Why?" she asked.

"A pirate's life is all about surviving and.."

"You don't think I can fight?" Emma cut him off, lifting her eyebrows.

"Never said that lass, but if that's how you want it." He shrugged with a teasing face and Emma shot a look telling him she accepted the challenge.

Hook went down to the lower deck of the ship, soon back with two swords. He threw Emma one of them and once she'd caught it she moved her legs apart, now standing in a fighting position, ready for Hook to make the first move. He watched her for a moment, taking in the sight of her, feeling her energy.

Then he too took the sword in his hand and lowered himself as they began circling, closely watching each other smallest moves like two dogs, sensing each others energy. Hook decided to make his move and swung the sword against Emma who quickly met up with her sword. The fight went on for a while, both fighting aggressively. The sound of metal meeting metal and their feet dancing against the floor brought some of the pirates up on deck. Hook was keeping pretty much a straight face, but he really was impressed. Sure, she wouldn't beat him, he was a pirate with over 300 years of experience with his sword in his hand but he was pretty sure that if he would've been the same age as her, she would've beaten him. Hook felt a hit on his shoulder and if this had been a real fight he knew that she would've had injured him.

The small space for the fight made the aggressive dance hard but they both did their best, jumping around the deck and watching the other one move.

Emma was aware that she was the underdog but she fought with lots of anger that made her dangerous. But after a while Emma suddenly found herself standing with her back against mast with Hook's cold sword close to her throat.

He leaned in, closely, as if he was going to kiss her and Emma's heart that already was beating fast started to act like the wings of a hummingbird. She told herself that it was only her heart trying to pump the blood around her body but she knew, deep down inside, that there was something else. There had been a tension between them since they met and this wasn't the first time she felt it.

She could hear his heavy breathing and se his red face as he in the last second turned and went for the side of her head.

"Dead," he whispered in her ear before he moved backwards and let her go, the cold metal leaving her throat. Emma closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath.

Applauds were coming from the cabin of the boat and Emma looked over and saw nearly the whole crew standing there, cheering them on, someone waving their hat and screaming loudly. She hadn't noticed them coming up while they were fighting but now she saw them. She felt a bit embarrassed but also proud, not losing instantly. Hook bowed to the crew, causing them to applaud even more and then he sat down. After a while of cheering they got quieter and went to the lower deck again, probably playing games of poker and drinking rum as she'd seen them do so many times before

"You're bloody brilliant, Emma!" He called out a while after the crew had gone down again.

Emma looked into his blue eyes, finding nothing but truth in his them. She looked away and decided not to answer, still catching her breath.

"Can I ask who taught you?"

It felt like she had been hit in the head. The person who taught her was Neal and of course he had to bring it up.

Emma tried to fight back the feelings as aggressively she'd fought Hook only minutes ago but it was hard. She managed to catch some of them, holding herself together.

"Someone not that very important."

They were weird, these feelings. It had been so long ago, it had been years but still only his name affected her in this way. He had broken her completely and utterly and she still didn't feel quite whole. She hated the way he made her feel, so useless.

Hook could se her pain, he could feel it and he could se himself in her. His heart wanted to soothe her but he couldn't, he wasn't sure how to do it anymore. Besides, she was only here to… be used. Again, it seemed like.

"You're pretty broken, aye?" The words just slipped out of his mouth, his stupid tongue always trying to be clever. The words didn't sound harsh but he knew how hash they could feel.

Emma looked up at him, looking deeply into his eyes. He didn't feel quite comfortable where he sat on the railing, her hazel eyes piercing through his blue.

"Takes one to know one," Emma answered and Hook looked down. It didn't happen that very often that he looked away but he felt as if he had done something wrong. Feelings he didn't quite know how to handle popped into his head making him fight them and shove them back into their place. Anger bloomed out instead and replaced the unwelcomed feelings.

"You don't kn…" He looked up to se her, she who had told him he was broken. To tell her that she didn't know anything but when he looked up he found that where she had been standing, now were empty and when he realised that the only one listening were the sea and the air, silence fell over him and numbed his boiling feelings.

The distance between her and Hook had been huge for some days. It felt good and she wasn't distracted while she was working as usually, climbing the masts and scrubbing floor all in pirate- like manners. She felt a bit bad for what she had said, but she didn't know why. He was the one who had intruded her private life, he and his saviour crap. The word saviour made her feel a bit sick but it still made her have this good opportunity to get to the Enchanted Forest. The plan was right now to just run away, find nearest place to get a horse and just ride off. Emma was good at hiding and if this whole thing meant she'd have to hide for a while she was perfectly fine with it. She could live of nearly nothing and if she had to, she was pretty well taught in the art of stealing.

A raindrop landed on the middle of her head, breaking her thoughts. Today the waves had been unusually big, the sky was a bit grey and the air felt cold as it rushed all around making the ship rock a bit. The whole crew seemed to be a little on their tip toes and Emma wasn't sure why. She walked over to the pirate with the small, red hat, whom she was pretty sure was named Smee. He was the one who'd said the thing about her being "the saviour". Emma wasn't sure about why she asked him but she could feel that he wasn't very clever and easily said too much.

"Hey, do you know why everyone is tipping around on their toes?"

Smee looked up from his work, tying some knots (why that now was a job anyway?).

"Don't you know?" he said giving her a surprised look. Emma shook her head, no, she didn't know.

"Well, whenever there's a storm on the way the Captain, he gets mad, really angry at everything we do, nothing is good enough. I think it's because of that Milah…" Smee's eyes grew big when he said Milah's name, indicating he'd probably said too much.

"Who is Milah?" Emma asked, now interested.

"Was," he corrected her. Smee looked around as to se if nobody was around and then took a deep breath and lowered his voice.

"She was the one who broke his heart and made him sick with this need for revenge when she died. She was killed by the same man who cut of his hand and I've even heard that the one that killed her was her husband." He laughed nervously and looked down at his hands that were moving around each other.

Emma was nearly speechless, it all made sense. Now, she had information about him that could be useful. She wasn't sure in what way, but it could be. Emma thanked Smee and walked away from him, feeling a bit like the wind, unsure about what direction to put her feelings in.

That bastard, seeking revenge. Emma knew pain and still she didn't let herself get the joy of revenge, she knew it wasn't good and even if she struggled from time to time she still felt okay. Revenge, it was selfish.

Her thoughts broke when the ship suddenly moved to the side, making the ship squeak. She'd barely been able to stand up during the big toss and once the ship nearly was standing up straight again she noticed some small raindrops falling from the n9w open, grey sky. The ship continued to rock aggressively as if it was a horse trying to buck them off.

"Make yourselves useful," Hook screamed as loud as he probably could.

"Prepare for a storm and get to your places!"

Emma wasn't sure where her place was but she saw every pirate making their way to their places with serious faces. This seemed to be some real business but her heart wasn't racing – she was good with these kinds of situations and always kept her mind focused.

She decided that she should stand next to one of the sailors by one of the big sails, where it looked like they were a man short. Everyone on the ship kept silent, just waiting and preparing themselves for the worst. The only thing you could hear was the wind screaming, the ship squeaking and the waves hitting the sides of the Jolly Roger.

Suddenly, around five minutes after Hook had ordered them all to take their places, hell broke loose. A big wind caught the sail and began to play around with it, making the ship tilt further and further, and making Emma feel as if the ground was moving. Then, the wind released the sails and the big ship made its way back. Huge waves started hitting the front of the ship's body (Emma wasn't sure of the correct names) and even more water started flying through the air.

The rain didn't make it better and Emma didn't understand how they could turn from small innocent drops to these big drops that were hitting her face hardly. The sailors around her started screaming to each other, instructions and information about how big the waves were and how much to release the ropes.

Now, after being on the ship for roughly a week she understood a small bit of what they were saying but mostly she felt like she was on auto-pilot, her body just worked.

The wind hit the ship and played with them, the waves tossed them around, the rain hit them and made it hard to se and the clouds in the sky made it feel like it was night.

The storm was really intense, even for the pirate who had been in countless of them. Hook tried to steer the ship and call out instructions to the crew. He wasn't sure about why the sudden storm had approached them but he had a small idea. He knew they were close to the EnchantedForest and maybe the curse around the area had caused this. He having the saviour onboard should've calmed it down, but then again the curse still wasn't broken.

Something on the deck suddenly caught his eye and he couldn't help himself but scream.

"EMMA!"