The Bandit and The Pirate

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Mary Margaret

what are you

DOING ABOARD MY SHIP

They were too late, and that thought alone put Hook in a rather bad mood. He wasn't used to losing, well, anything really. There were rumors of a treasure and Killian had followed the trail as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, it was either a lie . . . or someone had beat them to it. Now it wasn't the absence of the physical treasure itself that left Hook irritated; it was the principle of it all. The fact that he had set out to get it and he didn't.

That, was what made him bitter. He didn't stay in the area very long. As soon as they discovered their failed attempt, he instructed the mean to prepare to set sail again, not wanting to linger in the area . . . though he suppsed he could always try to hunt down who had it. Or perhaps, it wasn't even worth his time. It didn't take long until the Jolly Roger parted its ties to land and began to sail into the open waters. Killian stood at the steering of the ship, setting his hook on the wooden nobs to help keep the vessel on course. The wind and currents worked in their favor and allowed them to move quickly until the land became more and more distant and difficlt to see.

Son enough there was only water surrounding them. This, was what the pirate captain loved most and it helped calm his mood.. He took in a deep breath of the wonderful scent of the sea and decided that now, would be a good time for some rum. That, would definitely help matters. "Oye, Smee," he called as his first mate came scurrying to his side. "Fetch a barrel of rum from the cellar and bring it on deck." Smee gave a hurried nod and brought a couple others to assist him with it.

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Snow held the goblet into her fingers tightly as she darted toward the empty sailing vessel. Rumor had it that whoever drank from the goblet, with water from Neverland, would be able to live eternally without the wicked curse of it only being in Neverland. They could have immortality throughout the entire realm. Of course, she didn’t need it for herself. She’d gotten mixed up in an improper trade with someone of less than noble intentions. But her word was her word, and here she was, boarding a ship that she had no intention of getting to know the crew on. Snow buried the golden goblet into her satchel, looking through the ship to try and find an empty nook or cranny she could hide in until they reached their next port. But alas, the ship itself was immaculate. There wasn’t a single hiding place to be found.

Snow sighed in defeat, leaning against a barrel at the bottom of the deck as she tried to think of what her next option would be. Yet, as she leaned against the wooden barrel, it moved away from her, indicating that it was empty. Snow widened her eyes, looking around before climbing into the barrel and being as still as possible, letting the wood and the quiet be a sort of mask for her. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed; it wasn’t that long, but she tensed as she heard someone coming toward the barrel. “No,no, no, no” she whispered to herself. All that she could gather was the mans’ name was Smee based on what others below deck were calling him. She placed her hands against the sides of the crate so that she could try not to wobble inside the barrel itself. But with a thud, she knew it had landed against the top deck. Snow scrunched her nose, bracing for what would happen when the men on the ship tried to gather themselves some rum only to find the barrel dry, spare a bandit inside.

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Mary Margaret

what are you

DOING ABOARD MY SHIP

Amid many grunts and groans, the men had brought the barrel up on deck and Hook smiled at the sight. Rum tended to numb all pain and right now, he needed to ease the pain of loss. With his flask in hand, he stabbed through the wood with his hook, placing the opening of the flask under it to prepare for the glorious liquid that would seep through. But as he pulled the point of his hook out, there was nothing. He looked toward Smee who looked puzzled and well, frightened. For even he knew better than to tamper with the captain's rum! "I-I don't know what happened Cap'n! It should be in there!" "Well it's not," Hook snapped back, clearly displeased.

He lifted the top of the crate, pulling off the wood and peering inside to see . . . well, not what he expected. "You're not rum," he stated at the woman who he saw huddled inside. His eyes leered over her, his curious expression transforming to a more perverted smirk. "But none the less, I could drink you up," he said with crude words to match his expression. He took a few steps back from the crate, now speaking to his men.

"Get her out," he ordered, and within moments, two men pulled the woman out, taking hold of each arm. Hook turned back around to face her, about to make remarks of her being on his ship, but something distracted him. She distracted him. "Wait a minute . . . I know your face," he said, his eyes slightly narrowing in thought, until it hit him. And a smile spread on his lips at the find. "Snow White." The most wanted woman in most all the kingdoms. And here she was, on his ship, within his clutches. She was almost better than rum . . . almost.

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Snow did her best to not make herself more aware when the colliding of a hook into the barrel caused a slight panic in her chest. Whoever it was sounded greatly displeased that there was not any rum inside the barrel. But as he was ordering men around to get her out, she could only assume that he was the captain. The men happily obliged their captain, gripping their hands against her tightly as they pulled her out. Snow stood on her feet, ripping her arms from their grasp as she stood between them. Her skin with still slithering from his comment about how he could drink her up, but it was nothing compared to the chill that went down her back as he recognized her.

Snow squared her shoulders, trying to make herself appear more brave than she felt in this moment. Her eyes scanned over the pirate in front of her. With a slight lift of her eyebrow, “Captain Hook,” she said, gesturing to the hook attached where his hand should be. Snow moved away from the others, pacing a bit as she tried to think of her options. Running would be useless, as they knew the ship better than she did and could catch her easily. Swimming wasn’t exactly her strong suit..not particularly while she was carrying around her recently prized treasure. Maybe she could appeal to his generous side. Surely he had a heart or some sense of empathy. “Hook,” she started, stopping herself as she turned to look at him, “Captain,” she said with an apologetic tone. “ You are a pirate.. surely you can understand a rebel on the run. Would you allow me passage on your ship.. until you reach your next port, at least?” she questioned hopefully. Every one had good in their hearts, at least, that’s the way Snow chose to see the world. “ Perhaps I will be able to provide you something of interest,” she said, offering him a smile.

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Mary Margaret

what are you

DOING ABOARD MY SHIP

Tfugitive bandit said his name and he continued to smirk. "Most excellent. We can skip the introductions," he said jokingly . . . though with truth at the asme time. For there was in fact no need for them to now reveal who the other was. Both of them were recognized; both infamous enough. She began to say his name, causing him to raise an eyebrow before she quickly corrected herself by adding on his title.

That was more like it. Her words of trying to appeal to him based on some sort of empathy was . . . not something Hook had any interest in. He wouldn't simply give her passage on his ship unless there was something in it for him. She further offered to be able to provide him with something of interest and this, sounded most intriguing. He began to take a few steps toward her as he spoke, stopping only when he was directly in front of her, invading any concept of personal space. "And what would stop me from, simply taking it?" He asked her.

His eyes looked over her, taking in the form of her alluring body and exquisite features. Her rumors of beauty were most certainly true. In fact, they didn't even do her justice. And his words, were of course spoken with lewd implications. His eyes met hers again, letting the thought of his words settle before he continued. "Whatever you have of interest to me, is it worth more than the price of your head? For if the rumors are true, there is indeed quite the reward for your capture."

He could deliver her to the Evil Queen, for he would at least be given somethin for it. Rather than just let her remain on his ship out of the what, kindness of his heart? That was laughable. As she had so accurately stated, he was a pirate. And he would not do something for nothing. There had to be a great gain in it. He then began to circle her, taking in his fill of her sight as he casually spoke. "I should throw you in the dungeon for merely trespassing on my ship, however, I consider myself a fair man." Sometimes. "So I will allow you the chance to make your offer. But it better not be a waste of my time." This had indeed, better be worth it.