Ch. 5
Emma ate some of the bread that he brought down for her and she quickly dressed in her green gown. She didn't put the gloves back on. The elbow length gloves were necessary to hide her shame behind the castle walls. She tossed them aside. It felt good to dismiss some of her lady like behavior in favor of comfort. She didn't have to be ashamed anymore. The marks were fading more each day.
She was alerted to the door once again and this time it was Mr. Smee. She remembered how menacing he appeared when they robbed her carriage. He didn't seem like the evil man she thought him to be. He had missing teeth, a round face and scraggly hair. Somehow his red knit cap made him seem less scary now. Maybe it was because she saw how the Captain handled him yesterday. Mr. Smee seemed terrified of the Captain. Even behind the castle walls she had heard rumors of the dreaded Captain Hook, the menacing Pirate who sails the seas. Mr. Smee kept his eyes to the floor as he came in with the trunk and placed it on the floor.
"Milady, the captain asked me to bring this for you." He said as he took off his cap and held it in both of his hands in front of his body and nervously scrunched it up. He continued to keep his eyes to the floor and did not look up at her once.
"Thank you Mr. Smee. I appreciate you bringing this trunk for me. I will be quick about getting out a few things so you may return it to the hold. " she said.
She bent down to the floor and opened her trunk.
"Oh No, milady, the Captain said you may keep your trunk." He said.
She peered up at him with her eyes wide.
"He is going to allow me to keep my trunk?"she asked.
"Aye, he is." he said.
"Smee get back up here you filthy bilge rat! I need all hands on deck! "called the Captain from above deck.
"Good Day milady" he said nervously.
Mr. Smee put his hat back on his head and scurried back to the door as quickly as he entered. She heard him turn the lock and head back up on deck.
She sat there surprised at what just occurred. She didn't bring anything of real value with her. She had one other fancy satin blue dress, three day dresses, a few additional under dresses, and a night gown in the trunk. She also had a hairbrush and an extra pair of shoes. I suppose this wasn't the chest that would break the bank. She felt grateful that he would show her this kindness. She pulled out her light green cotton day dress. It was a floor length, scoop neck dress with cap sleeves. The fabric was so much lighter than her satin green evening dress. She slipped her arms out of her dress and laid it on top of the chair. She also removed her under dress. She pulled a fresh under dress from her trunk and put it on. She heard the door unlock once again. She turned around quickly to see that it was the Captain. Relief washed over her.
"Hello Love, I trust you got your things. Were able to find everything you needed?"he asked.
"Yes, thank you Captain. You are being more than generous with me. I am very grateful to you for your kindness." She said.
She tried to cover herself with the dress since she was standing there once again in her under dress.
"Love, there is no need for modesty now, I've seen you walking around all morning in less than what you have on and we did spend the night wrapped up together." he said.
She blushed fully at his comments and she suspected that she might become mesmerized by him if he kept looking at her that way.
She pulled the dress over her head on top of her under dress. It came down and hugged her curves in all the right places.
He stood in front of her taking in the view, his jaw hanging open slightly.
"Princess you look beautiful, although I prefer you out of the dress if I had a choice." He said with a wink.
She smirked at him with a slight smile at his comment. She pulled her hair to untangle it from her dress. She let her hair fall down around her shoulders and pulled some forward to cover her chest and frame her face.
He walked over and pushed her hair back over her shoulders away from her face. He held her hand above her and twirled her under his arm. She could feel his eyes looking her up and down. She blushed again.
"Oh, that's nice." he said with a grin on his face.
He didn't let go of her hand. She looked up to see him staring at her. His hand was a bit calloused but strong. He wore three rings, two a little larger with jewels in the center and one on his thumb. He rubbed her hand with his thumb. She could feel electricity running between them.
"You're beautiful Love, you shouldn't hide it."His blue eyes were gleaming again.
She went to pull back her hand but he held it firm. He raised her hand up to his lips and lightly kissed it never taking his eyes from hers. There he was mesmerizing her again. The ship started rocking harder.
"Lass, you should prepare yourself. The storm is rearing up out there. Put your things away so I can stow your trunk." he said.
"Ok Captain." she said as she bent and gathered her other items and tossed them into the trunk and closed it shut.
He bent down to pick it up and noticed the etching in the top of the trunk.
"Emma Swan." he whispered as he ran his hand across the carved design on the top of her trunk.
She felt a tingle at the way he said her name.
"My grandfather carved the design for me before he died. He was a decent and kind man." She said with a slight smile. She could still feel the tinge of the loss of her grandfather.
He picked up her trunk and stowed it into the corner of the ship. The sound of the waves crashing got much louder and the ship began swaying back and forth. She almost lost her balance.
Another sharp push forced her directly into him. He grabbed hold of her and pulled her close so that she wouldn't fall. He was so warm and she could hear his heart beating fast.
She looked up to see him staring down at her once again. His eyes would be the death of her. She would swear he could see right into her soul when he looked at her like that.
"Thank you again Captain. It appears you have saved me once more."
"Watch out lass, it can get a bit rough. I would suggest you find a place to sit tight until the storm dies down. The crew and I will get us through this."
She went to draw away from him and the ship rocked once again pushing her into him harder. They were nearly both knocked over.
"Love I need to get above deck so I can help the crew. The Jolly needs her Captain to see her through this storm."
He was still hesitant to let her go from his grasp. She smelled of lilacs and her skin was as soft as rose petals. If she kept looking at him with those beautiful green emerald eyes he would take her right then. He wondered if she knew she could command him with only a single look. She seemed hesitant to let him go as well.
"OK Captain, be careful up there. Once again, thank you for your kindness." She said as she leaned up and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
He reached up and touched his face where she had kissed him gazing at her once again. He had a look of surprise on his face. The ship rocked harder calling his attention. He turned and walked back out of the door, locking it behind him. He didn't look at her or say anything.
He pressed his body against the door as it closed. Didn't she know what she was doing to him? He could so easily lose control with her and take her to his bed. He pushed off of the door and walked up to the deck to head into the storm.
She heard the crew yell, "Captain on Deck!"
She touched her lips. What had she done? Surely she hadn't just encouraged that level of familiarity with the Captain. She couldn't help herself. He made her feel pretty and light. She hadn't felt like that in a very long time. She was feeling powerful again, more like her old self. She liked that feeling that he brought out in her. She smiled at the thought but was suddenly brought back to reality when the ship rocked.
She was being rocked around, back and forth, and side to side. She pulled her cloak from the chair and walked over to the corner of the room. She sat on the floor and pulled her knees to her chest to hold herself as small as she could to wait out the storm. She used her cloak as a shield to the winds that had picked up and made the cabin temperature drop.
She sat there for awhile as the storm rocked them about. She could hear the men yelling and moving about on the deck above. This was quite a storm. The lightning and thunder booms were so loud she could barely think. She didn't know how long she sat there in the frightened state before things started to calm down a bit. While the ship continued to rock she felt herself start to drift to a daydream.
She closed her eyes and thought about the castle gardens. They were her favorite place to go during the day. She would walk the castle grounds for hours looking at each of the flower beds. Each bed had a unique flower and a distinct color. She loved the purple lilacs. When she needed to calm down or was scared she thought of the flowers, the trees, and the animals of the palace gardens. That was her safe place.
She could hear the winds picking up again. The Captain was barking out orders to his men and their responses as they followed his orders. When she thought things were starting to calm down she got up to grab a book from the shelf. She realized her mistake when the ship rocked hard once again and a few of the books tumbled down and hit her in the head. She saw the blackness and felt her body fall to the floor.
When she woke up she found herself lying on the bed with her cloak draped over her. She had been knocked out cold twice in two days. She slowly sat up and looked out the window. She had no idea how long she had been out but it appeared that the sun was starting to set. The storm had passed and the waves were normal.
The Captain was sleeping in a chair at the table. He had a bottle of Rum on one side, glass in his hand, and his head down in front of him. The room was a mess. Things were jostled out of place from the storm and lying about on the floor. She saw the books on the floor in front of the shelf. She reached up and felt the tender spot on top of her head where they hit her.
She quietly got up from the bed and went over to check on the Captain. She took the glass from his hand and pushed it to the center of the table. He startled and mumbled something incoherent. He sat up and looked at her. He looked exhausted and he was dripping wet.
"Captain, let me help you out of your wet things" she said.
He was mumbling incoherently again at her and pointing his hook in the direction of the window.
"Are you ok Captain?" she asked.
He closed his eyes again and put his chin to his chest falling asleep again.
She struggled to pull his wet coat off of him. He smelled heavy of rum and salt water. He had been soaked all the way through. She hung his coat on the back of one of the chairs. Then she went for his boots. She pulled each boot off one at a time and he was slumped back over on the table again. She sat him up in the chair and removed his clinging wet shirt. She paused for a moment to take in the site of him while there was still light in day. He was exquisite. She felt her cheeks start to flush again as she drunk in every inch of him.
"Keep on moving Emma" she mumbled to herself.
She laid his shirt on the desk so that it could dry.
She knelt down next to him and pulled his arm over her shoulders. She pulled him up from the chair and quickly dragged him over to the bed. She struggled to push him up on the bed since he was dead wait. He thumped back onto the bed with his legs dangling over the side.
He began mumbling again and trying to scratch his nose.
She giggled at that.
His pants were soaked through too. Could she be so familiar with him and remove his pants? It just seemed awful to allow him to sleep in wet clothes. She decided that he would get sick if he were to stay in these wet clothes so she started to undo the laces of his pants.
He started coming around. She stepped back a bit. He opened his eyes and mumbled to her and once again pointing his hooked hand towards the window. Then he closed his eyes.
She quickly started again on the laces. She went to pull down his pants and she realized he didn't have any underwear under those pants.
She covered her eyes quickly feeling the heat rise in her cheeks once more at the site of his manhood. He was still asleep and hasn't moved. She uncovered her eyes and took a longer look.
"Whoa Captain" she whispered. Then she giggled again. He had quite the package wrapped up in those leather pants. She was glad he didn't see her reaction. She grabbed the quilt on the bed and covered him so that he would be warm. She had no idea where he kept his extra clothes. She wasn't about to go rifling through his things when it was getting dark.
She went to the other side of the bed, hopped up and pulled him further onto the mattress. She managed to pull him up onto the bed and get his head on the pillows. She pulled his legs in front of him.
He was mumbling to her again but without moving this time.
She smiled and tucked him further into the blanket. She picked up his pants and hung them on the back of the chair he was sitting on so they could dry.
She managed to get herself wet while moving the captain around and undressing him. She grabbed her trunk from the corner. She pulled off her dress. She quickly looked over towards the bed to make sure the captain was asleep. She removed her under dress and put it back into the trunk as well. She pulled out her night gown and put it on. It was a white soft cotton dress with lace along the bottom. It was her favorite.
She grabbed some of the bread that was left in the bowl from earlier and ate it. It would be fully dark soon and she didn't want to sit and eat by candlelight. She grabbed the glass and finished off the rest of the rum that was in it.
"Wow that is pretty strong stuff" she coughed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
She padded over to the bed in her bare feet. She grabbed her cloak from the bottom of the bed and hopped up next to the sleeping Captain.
She looked over to see him peacefully sleeping. She couldn't help but feel a little naughty at the fact that she had undressed him while he was passed out. She smiled and looked out the window to see the moon was coming up over the horizon.
The skies were clear and the moon was bright after the storm. She rolled over on her side staring at him while he slept. He is a really was a good looking man. He had an amazing rock hard body and a sturdy jaw line. His lips looked soft. She imagined what it would be like to kiss him. That thought made belly feel warm and she felt goose bumps rising on her arms. She hugged herself tightly with her cloak against her. She turned to face the Captain and moved up on her side. She put one arm under her head and let the other arm rest softly on the Captain's chest. She could feel his gentle heart beat. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.