Emma was on the deck feeling the breeze against her face and smelling the fresh sea air. Smee was guarding her in case any trouble arose. He took his job seriously because these scurvy dogs hanging around the docks from other ships have been known to cause a raucous when they spot an extremely attractive female. Smee was well aware she was a princess to boot so he made sure to keep a keen eye out for danger. He practically stood in front of the gangplank with a hand on his dagger and an angry look on his to give a warning to everyone that passed by. Meanwhile Fitch was scrubbing the deck. He enjoyed his work and whistled a tune while he was cleaning.
Emma had Killian on her mind since he left wondering what her life would be like if she never met him. She immediately turned to Smee &Fitch and said, "Did I ever thank you two for abducting me?"
Smee and Fitch turned to her with a puzzled look and they both answered, "No, why would ye?"
"Because…" Emma tried to find an answer that would suit instead of the one that immediately came to mind - Because Killian Jones is a sex god. "You've unwittingly helped me find the man I want to be with."
They both broke out in a wide grin which also happened to show some missing teeth.
Fitch said, "Aye, you're happy wid' the Cap'n then?"
"Yes, very," Emma said looking down with a smile. Then the words just slipped out like a breathless whisper, "I think I'm in love with him."
Smee felt warmth come over him. He had been discomfited at the thought of displacing the girl after they mistakenly took her from the Dark One's castle but maybe it was meant to be. A princess and a pirate captain, who'd have thunk it? his own thoughts wondered. Perhaps not her parents, his thoughts answered. He shrugged his shoulder, not his problem, the Cap'n 'll deal wit it.
Now it was Emma's turn to look puzzled seeing as her current protector seemed to be having a private conversation with himself.
"I be glad that you n' the Cap'n are happy. You make a foin' lookin' couple," Smee said.
"Aye, 'tis true. I never seen the Cap'n happier in all me livin' life," Fitch also included.
"Thank you, Smee. Thank you, Fitch," Emma was glad to hear she made Killian happy.
"Don' be mentionin' it," they both answered. They turned back to their work while Emma looked for any sign of Killian on the docks.
Killian woke up to a big splash of cold water on his face.
"It's time to wake up, Captain Jones!"
"Bloody hell!" Killian Jones sputtered as he looked at his surroundings. He was lying on the floor chained to the wall of a small, empty shack. He could hear the sound of the waves crashing on the beach so he was still near the ocean. He felt a dull pain in the back of his head and he remembered that he had been hit in the back of his noggin. It was an obvious assumption that he had been taken here when he passed out.
Killian looked up to see who he was talking to, "Ah! Edward."
"Hello, Killian," Edward Teach, also known as Captain Blackbeard, greeted Killian with a sinister leer.
"What the hell could you possibly want that you'd risk endangering your life for?" Killian asked as if he wasn't chained to a wall.
"It's not my life that's endangered, Jones," Blackbeard said in his smarmy way.
"You must be losing your mind in your old age, Edward," Killian spat out. "To think I wouldn't let this offense you're making on my persons pass."
"Always so full of bravado, Jones," Blackbeard responded. "Even when the chips are down."
"Let's not mince words," Killian growled. He was wasting time, he needed to get back to the Jolly Roger to follow the merchant vessel back to Wycomb in the morning. "What do you want?"
Blackbeard paused, wondering if he should just play with him a little more or be direct. He decided to be direct.
"Where's Milah?" Blackbeard questioned.
"Milah?" Killian was confounded. "I don't bloody know. I haven't seen her in months. She ran off after she stayed on my ship for a week and then I saw her for a very brief time in a seaside tavern in the Enchanted Forest after the Evil Queen Regina was defeated by the princess."
Blackbeard was studying him, contemplating whether he was telling the truth.
"I know your ship is in the harbor," Blackbeard tested him. "I could always send a few of my men to search your ship."
"You won't find Milah there, mate," Killian said with confidence. He was suddenly worried about Emma. If Blackbeard's men captured her and found out she was a princess, she could get ransomed off or worse. "So you and Milah?"
"She stayed with me after she left you because she finally found a real man," Blackbeard boasted.
"Well, if she finally found a real man then you wouldn't be asking me where she is right now, would you?" Killian snarked.
Blackbeard backhanded Killian for his smart remarks.
"Look, she's the Dark One's wife," Killian told him. "He could have found her or she could have gone back to him."
"The Dark One's wife?" Blackbeard's voice was laced with fear.
"You didn't know?" Killian asked.
Killian could see the thoughts whirling in Blackbeard's head. The Dark One was not someone you could trifle with or get away with cuckolding him without payback.
Blackbeard shook the fear out of his face. "I'm sending men to your ship anyway. Mayhap there could be some profit there."
"Blackbeard! Don't you dare! Blackbeard!" Killian yelled while watching Blackbeard's retreating back as he left the small shack. He pulled on his chains hoping it was enough to pry him loose. If Blackbeard's men found Emma, he feared what they could do to her. The worst scenario entered his mind and his blood ran cold. He needed to get out of there.
Emma was wondering why it took so long for Killian to conclude business. She started worrying when the sun in the sky was low and it would be dark in a few hours.
"Smee?" Emma called out to him.
"Yes, your highness?" Smee was still guarding the gangplank.
"Is there any reason why Captain Jones isn't back yet?"
"He should have been back hours ago. I sent Reynolds and old Mac after him but they haven't found him."
"There's something wrong. We need to look for him."
Emma went down to the Captain's cabin to retrieve a dagger and a sword from Killian's chest. She was already dressed in breeches and pinned her hair up so she could wear a hat in case she needed to disguise herself as a boy. Sometimes taverns could be dark enough that she might be able to get away with passing as a male and that's where she would get her information.
Suddenly she heard a commotion up on the deck. She immediately rushed up the stairs and sees Smee and Fitch fighting off four burly pirates. The other crewmen were on shore leave so it was just Smee, Fitch and her to protect the boat. With her sword out of her scabbard, she cut a rope so one of the pulleys soared through the air and knocked out two pirates with one swoop.
One of the pirates turned to see where the attack came from and spotted her. His eyes roam all over her body and a lascivious grin comes over his face. He says, "Oi, looks like Cap'n Jones has a prime article there. Come give us a kiss, sweetheart."
"Gladly," Emma says with a grin and starts swinging her sword. She was taught by her father and other experts to fight using swords, fists, feet, whatever will knock your opponent out. She quickly made work of the other sailor, managed to elbow him in the face and as he fell he hit his head on a sharp edge and was knocked unconscious. Smee and Fitch were able to disable the other pirate. They were both smiling as they pointed their swords at the pirate's neck.
Since he was the only one left unconscious, he was the one Emma would question. She tied his hands with ropes and had him kneel.
"Why did you attack us?" Emma demanded.
"We liked your boat," the pirate said. Emma knew it was a lie. She always knew when someone was lying.
She twisted his finger until he screamed in pain. "Answer the question!"
"Cap'n Blackbeard sent us."
"Blackbeard!" Smee's voice was apprehensive. "He's the most cutthroat pirate to ever hoist a sail…After Cap'n Jones, of course."
"Why did he send you?" Emma yelled.
"He wanted to see if his lady, Milah, was on board," the pirate offered.
Ugh, Milah again, Emma thought. She wouldn't mind if she never heard that name ever.
"Well, she's not on board," Emma told him. "Did Blackbeard take Captain Jones thinking she would be with him?"
At first the pirate didn't want to answer so Emma twisted his finger more almost breaking the digit. The pirate screamed and then answered, "Yes!"
"Then take me to him!" Emma lifted him up by twisting one arm. "Smee, Fitch, tie up those men and leave them on the dock. We're going to save Killian!"
Blackbeard's pirate led them to the shack where Killian was held prisoner.
"He's in the shack," the pirate prisoner whispered as a dagger was held across his neck. Emma had already threatened to cut his throat if he screamed and alerted Blackbeard to their presence.
As soon as Emma saw a hefty pirate with a long black beard she deduced it was Blackbeard. He was sitting with his men playing some game. Emma knocked out her pirate prisoner with the hilt of her dagger and thought of a plan to get Killian free.
She let the pins out of her hair to let her wavy hair down, loosened a few top strings of her corset letting the lush upper swells of her bosom spill out.
Blackbeard was whooping and hollering with his men playing dice and swigging ale at a makeshift table made up of a piece of flat wood on top of some rum barrel. Some benches were set up and a stewing pot was cooking on top of a fire. He was wondering why his men weren't back yet. If they came back without Milah that meant she didn't play him false with Captain Jones so she was probably with some other pirate, he pondered. She was the best lay he had in a long time and he would let no woman leave him until he was tired of her. If he found her on Jones's boat, he would have made her pay, with the bonus of having Jones there to watch. And if he didn't then he could get his hands on the Jolly Roger and all her loot, it was still a win-win.
He heard a noise around the back of the shack.
"Gavin, go see what that is," Blackbeard ordered.
"Aye, Cap'n," Gavin went up to see what the noise was.
Blackbeard turned his attention back to the dice game. Some of the other men circled around to patrol the area. Blackbeard was so wrapped up in the game, he didn't notice that some of his men were missing.
Out of the shadows, he saw a beautiful blonde woman coming towards him looking lost. He noticed the swells of her breast and the curve of her hips in tight breeches.
"Well, what do we have here?" Blackbeard said with a leer. "Can I offer you some assistance, my dear?"
"I seem to have lost my escort and I need directions back to town," Emma answered.
"It's too dark to travel by foot now, my dear," Blackbeard stood up to introduce himself. "My name is Edward Teach. Why don't you have a seat, Miss?"
"Swan," Emma answered.
"The name fits," Blackbeard realized this was his lucky night. He turned to his men, "Why don't you occupy yourselves someplace else?"
His men looked disappointed that they couldn't remain in the presence of the lovely, fair-haired lass, but they followed orders and shuffled off elsewhere.
"You look parched. Have some rum, Miss Swan," Blackbeard poured her a liberal dose of rum hoping to loosen her up enough to have a good time tonight.
Emma took a sip.
"Darling, you can't drink rum like that. You need to down it like this," Blackbeard showed her an example how to throw back a shot. He gulped his rum down in a couple of swallows. "Now you try."
She did a shot and gasped at the burn in her throat.
"That's it!" Blackbeard laughed, anticipating the pleasurable night ahead of him once this beauty gets inebriated enough to show him the goods.
He continued to flirt with her and he took encouragement when she flirted right back. They continued to do shots and when Blackbeard wasn't looking, Emma would throw her drink behind her shoulder.
After some time had passed and the darkness of night came upon them, Blackbeard was getting more confident in his seductive skills which meant he thought Emma was getting drunker. He decided to show Miss Swan a more private place.
"Men!" he called out. "The lady and I need some privacy so on the threat of your life I do not want to be disturbed! Men? Men?"
Blackbeard, not hearing any responses from his men, became alarmed. He drew his dagger out and peered out into the darkness looking for signs of movement.
He heard a gruff voice say, "Aye Cap'n!"
It calmed him down a bit. He took Miss Swan by the hand and said, "Let's get even more comfortable together."
He went to lead her to a patch of thick ferns he had seen earlier.
"Why don't we just go into the shack?" Emma proposed. "It seems more private."
"That's occupied," Blackbeard answered.
"Who's in there?" Emma asked coyly.
"No one you'd want to know."
He continued to drag her to the area he had in mind and when they got there Blackbeard lay kisses on Emma's neck and squeezed her backside.
"I've been dying to do this since I first saw you," Blackbeard whispered in her ear. He tried to kiss her, but she held a finger to his lips.
"Wait," Emma demurred. "I want to see you first."
She unbuckled his belt that held his weapons and threw it on the ground. She then loosened his breeches and pulled it down to his knees. He was still in his underpants and when she went down on her knees Blackbeard eagerly expected a blowjob but Emma had other plans. Emma looked as if she was going to remove his underpants, but instead she quickly grabbed both legs and flipped them up so he landed hard on his back.
Emma grabbed his belt holding his weapons to pull out a dagger in order to knock him out with hilt.
Blackbeard's breath left in a sudden whoosh and he was stunned for a few moments. He was left him extremely bereft of the sweet anticipation of the night's pleasure and it was rapidly being replaced by anger. He got up to get a hold of Emma but was knocked out.
As soon as Blackbeard lay crumpled on the ground, she ran to the shack where Killian was hoping she wasn't too late. She burst open the door and found to her relief that Killian was chained to the wall still trying to break loose.
"Emma!" Killian was so happy to see her.
"Killian, I'm so glad you're okay," Emma was so happy to see him alive and in one piece. She noticed a bunch of keys tied to Blackbeard's belt and tried to guess which key unlocked Killian's shackles to free Killian. Emma kept trying each key until she found the one that fit.
"Emma! Look out!" Killian screamed.
She turned around to see Blackbeard coming towards her. He tackled her away from Killian. The keys went flying to the other side of the room. Emma was winded as she landed on the floor.
"I'm gonna bloody rip your guts out for that!" Killian screamed.
"Oh so you care about the gel?" Blackbeard jeered. "How much will you care after I've had her?"
"Don't you bloody touch her!"
"I've already had handfuls of her sweet arse!"
Killian shouted himself hoarse, his wrist so chafed from pulling on his bonds he was almost bleeding. It frustrated him beyond belief that he was helpless.
Blackbeard crawled to Emma so Emma saw that as an opportunity to kick him in the face. He sneered at her as blood spurted from his nose.
"Do you think he's worth angering me?" Blackbeard jeered at her. "He'll dump you at the next port after he's thoroughly done bedding you. It's what he does with all his whores. Don't think you're anything special!"
Emma stood up as Blackbeard got up and she high-kicked him in the face with one leg and with the other leg gave him a blow to his middle.
Blackbeard was incensed that a woman was pummeling him. He wasn't going to let a woman beat him. He swung at her and missed. Emma landed a jab in his ribs. He swung at her again and missed while Emma was able to land other jabs at the openings he left. He once again tried to tackle her but ended up with a knee to the groin. He landed on his knees on the floor, mewling in pain.
Emma moved to get to his dagger to end this once and for all. As soon as she got her hands on it, he kicked it out of her hands. She moved to block his backhand. Somehow, he managed to grab hold of her and take her down.
He was on top of her in a blur while she fought him with her fists.
He sneered at Killian, "I'm going to show her what a real man feels like between her legs."
Emma took the opportunity to clamp her legs around him right in the spot where it was making him difficult to breath. He braced his arms against her legs trying to move them but they were strong. With a small tug, she sent him flying over her head. She went to grab the keys and tossed them at Killian.
She seized a bucket and hit him with it hoping that would knock him out but he still kept getting up. Finally she snatched the hilt of the dagger and butted it against his head and he was finally down for the count.
Killian had freed himself and went straight towards Blackbeard.
"Emma, give me the dagger and wait for me outside," Killian's voice was even and steady and deadly.
"I can't let you do that," Emma answered him.
"He tried to hurt you! I won't let him get away with that!"
"Let's just tie him up and leave, Killian," Emma's voice was just as steady and even as his was. She would stand her ground against him on this.
Killian looked at her, his jaw flexing, then with one last glare at Blackbeard's unconscious body, he turned to her and nodded his head.
They left the shack with Killian mumbling something about meeting Blackbeard on the high seas where he won't give him any quarter.
They found Smee and Fitch still wrestling with one remaining burly pirate. The pirate's mouth was muffled with a kerchief, Fitch was hanging onto his back trying to knock him out with his fists while Smee was hitting him in the chest with a tree branch.
"Your boss is down for the count, mate," Killian announced. "Just yield already."
The burly pirate then raised his hands in surrender. Smee stopped hitting him and Fitch got off his back.
They all limped back to the Jolly Roger.
Killian put an arm around Emma's shoulder.
"You're bloody brilliant, love. Amazing," Killian murmured warmly against her ear, nuzzling her cheek.
Emma smiled and said, "So are you."
They bid Smee and Fitch goodnight and thanks for their help. Killian made a mental note to make sure to give them some more gold for their trouble the next time he doled out the payroll.
"I don't think I ever thanked Smee and Fitch properly," Killian mentioned.
"For what?" Emma asked.
"Abducting you," Killian said with a smile.
Emma laughed, "I'll have to think of an appropriate gift for them."
They took care of their wounds and went to bed. The next morning they left to return to Wycomb.