Ransom

[Killian Jones]

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She had quite a mouth on her. Hook just sat there, watching her as she began to reveal just how defiant she was. It seemed that she was no longer going to play little miss nice Princess, and that suited him just fine. "Now why the devil would you think that?" He asked mockingly, though not rhetorically, when she told him that she believed as a nomad, he would have been less judgmental. He had no respect for royals; not any more. He refused to ever swear his allegiance to them again. After how the king betrayed his brother and sent them on a false mission for his own selfish purposes . . . well, kings and queens cared first and foremost about themselves. But he wasn't necessarily bitter either. He just lived life taking what he wanted, when he wanted; rebelling and deviating from the law. And it was indeed a glorious life.

She went on to say that he was set on treating her like a prisoner -- which was true, and that he would be disappointed to know that she didn't like being cooped up in a cell. He was so tempted to tell her that her being here was not about her parent's coin, but rather, Regina's coin. And all that she had offered him to keep the princess here. But instead, he decided that it would be far more fun and cruel to continue to let her have the false hope that she would be returning to her parents once the ransom was paid. He continued to remain silent as she went on about questioning that if he didn't like the way she acted, then why did he invite her here. It was a fair question. And despite his words, him inviting her here was not yet something he was coming to regret. He found her defiance to be quite interesting, as it broke from the expectations and norms expected of a princess.

"Who said I was disappointed by you?" He asked smirking. "Your defiance is actually quite refreshing, for I always love a good challenge," he told her. Part of the challenge had been capturing her, now the rest remained keeping her here. She asked -- rhetorically he assumed -- whether he was able to ride a horse or dress in her feminine garments. He could do the former of course, but he was not about to reveal himself. "I fear I would not fill it . . ." He paused as his eyes slowly moved over her body, though considering she was seated at a table and he couldn't see her full figure, they lingered over her chest and slowly back to her eyes. "As well as you do," he told her, clearly not taking her words seriously. "Besides, if your greatest accomplishments are being able to ride a horse or successfully move in a dress, then your life truly is more pitiful than I had initially assumed." If these were the concerns of royals . . . then yes, they lived fairly pathetic lives.

However when she spoke of her skills, and how she had mastered them, he slightly raised an eyebrow in intrigue. "And what sort of skills would those be?" He inquired. "Any that would come in handy now?" He asked suggestively, watching her take another swig of the rum. "I hope one of those said skills is holding your drink." Once again, his words were suggestive and mocking . . . for he wondered what she would be like if she became drunk off the rum. Or if she would even let herself go that far. It was clear she was unpredictable, and Hook was rather enjoying watched her and provoking her to see what she would do next.

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The pirate seemed to enjoy mocking her. That was fine.. she could take it, and she could also dish it back out. Unfortunately for her, retaliating would likely lead her right back to the dungeon. Once again, becoming hungry, thirsty, alone, and defeated. Things that Emma really didn't like feeling. "Oh, I don't know. Call it a hunch." She mused sarcastically. To say that she had hope that her family would save her was true. She knew that her parents would pay the ransom.. but the problem was, unless he'd done it while she was in the dungeon, she saw no one traveling to the Kingdom to send word to her mother and father. Not to mention, what little she knew about ships proved that they were not going in the right direction. "You've been dancing around the ransom," She mused. "Something's fishy about all of this, Captain, and i'm not just saying that because we're on the ocean. We're not sailing in the direction of my Kingdom and you've lifted your anchor." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at him. "Why don't you tell me the truth?" She was expecting something like him telling her that he was working for someone else.. to take her to another Kingdom where she'd be dropped off. Something ridiculous like that. She was not expecting to be staying on this ship indefinitely. 

He spoke of how he was refreshed at how she was behaving. He liked a challenge. "So glad I can entertain you." Once more, sarcasm rolled past her lips so easily. He then went on to be lewd once more, staring blatantly at her breasts while telling her he couldn't fill a dress as well as her. While he went on, mocking her for her 'greatest accomplishments' she rolled her eyes and took a drink of her rum again. She decided after this sip that she'd be done for now. She was already feeling slightly light headed. "Of course it pales in comparison to one's greatest accomplishments being things such as knowing how to steer a ship, steal from people, and drinking rum from sun up til sun down. You're right, Captain. -My- accomplishments are pitiful. Please, oh please teach me your ways." Perhaps the rum was bringing out bits of her that she was normally one to hide.. Still though, that quick tongue of her's was bound to get her in trouble. 

"Any other special talents I have, I assure you, Captain.. will not be privy to you." Now it was her turn to be suggestive. "Not even after a whole bottle of rum." That was probably a lie.

[Killian Jones]

Villains

DON'T GET HAPPY ENDINGS

She called it a hunch and then said that he was dancing around the ransom. It appeared she knew a thing or two about navigation then if she was able to tell that they weren't going in the direction of her kingdom. He just smiled as she asked or told him to tell her the truth. "Where would the fun in that be?" He questioned, clearly amused with her not knowing the true nature of these plans. But then again, why hide it? It had been days since he'd captured her and they would only have a couple more before she began to clue in. He'd rather have control over how she found out and realized that this was more than just a ransom.

"Very well," he decided, aware that there was no point in prolonging the inevitable. "I had hoped to gain a ransom for you, but I have no intention of letting you off this ship. Someone is paying me far greater a sum to keep you here." She may be able to guess, but he didn't care. Whatever business Regina had with Snow, James, and Emma was her own. He was merely doing whatever benefited him best and that was currently keeping Emma aboard for he was making a hefty coin off of her capture.

Her sarcastic nature then grew increasingly apparent as she spoke of how she was glad she could entertain him -- obviously he knew there was no sincerity in her words. She continued to mock him by trivializing his greatest accomplishments. "Perhaps you should consider the fact that because I am so good at what I do, I was able to successfully capture a princess from two of the strongest royals in all the Enchanted Forest." Yes. He was cocky and damn proud of being able to flawlessly execute this plan. "So before you criticize my own accomplishments, let us speak of yours. Unless of course your greatest one is, as you said yourself, walking in a dress." He couldn't help but smirk at the words, enjoying this taunting and teasing as he remained in a position of power.

She then spoke of how any other special talents she possessed, would remain unknown to him. And that it would remain this way despite how much rum she consumed. "Are you sure about that?" He questioned, his smile becoming slightly more devious. He began to lean forward once more and as before, the table remained between them. "Surely there is something I can do to provoke you into revealing your special talents." He paused, looking at her intently with a sinister smile. "Keep drinking, lass. But your stubbornness and defiance is going to get you into more trouble than you are already in." It wasn't so much of a warning as it was a taunt. For as he said before, he quite enjoyed her defiant ways. Made things so much more interesting.

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It seemed like he didn't want to tell her, but she wouldn't let up on the glare of death until he told her the straight up truth. However..when she heard it, she wasn't sure that she wanted to. She wanted to erase it from her memory completely. The situation was far more dire than what she had made up in her mind. There was no transferring her to another kingdom who wanted to hold her for ransom..she was intended to stay here. For good. Away from her kingdom..away from her family. "W-what?" She asked in a tone just above a whisper. She had to have heard him wrong. He was just going to keep her? Forever? She could feel her skin turning clammy..she was suddenly nauseous. Someone had paid him a hefty price to keep her away from her home. "Who would do such a horrible --" She paused. Who would want Snow and James to be miserable? Who would be that happy seeing them suffer? "Regina," she whispered to herself with wide eyes. That was the last straw. Regina needed to go down...and she had to get off the ship and do it herself.

"Great.." she muttered with absolutely no enthusiasm. "Looks like you're not my number one enemy, Captain." She glanced at his hand, and then lifted her gaze back to him once more "Or should I just call you Hook?" She paused, pretending to listen to him defend himself.. pretending to care of how he was good at what he did. "You are -very- good, I've gotta admit. You captured me and I never saw it coming. Oh! That's right.. you didn't. You had your men get their hands dirty for you. So I guess -that's- your accomplishment. To get other people to do things for you. And you think i'm a snob...well, well. Are you the pot or the kettle today, Hook? Doesn't matter. They're both black." She clearly didn't care about getting in trouble anymore.

As he leaned over the table, questioning whether he could do something to get her to show him her 'skills', she leaned forward as well. "You couldn't handle me," she said simply. "And as far as me getting in trouble? I don't care. As far as my family is concerned, i'm likely dead. That means that I have absolutely nothing to lose.. So do your worst..but just remember that if you try to kill me? You better make sure you do it right, or else I'm coming for you.. Just like i'm going for Regina now. Don't piss off this Princess...Hook."

[Killian Jones]

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DON'T GET HAPPY ENDINGS

Perhaps it was worth telling her after all, for that look in her face was . . . well, it was enough to make Hook smile as realization struck the princess. But she quickly recovered from it, piecing together who had done this to her. Her shock became replaced with anger as she started lashing out, and quite honestly . . . Hook was enjoying the show. It was enough to cause him to lean back in his chair as she started lashing out, speaking of how she had sent his men to retrieve her. "Tad bit hypocritical, coming from you don't you think?" He asked rhetorically and then continued on to elaborate the meaning of his words. "For how many people died fighting for your parents and even you?" He questioned, knowing the numbers were high considering they had an army of knights.

"Those men accompanying you died in their foolish attempt to save you. And what about all those innocent people who died because they refused to give up the location of your mother when she was a fugitive?" Oh yes. He knew the stories and heard that Regina would destroy entire villages, murdering all those within it to find Snow White. He didn't really care, he was just using it against the princess now. "So before you judge me for sending men to do my dirty work, perhaps look at your own family. For I have not lost nearly as many people as you have, all for your family's sake." It was the result of swearing allegiance to a crown; the royals cared little about the lives, so long as it benefited them.

She spoke of how he couldn't handle her and he raised his eyebrow in pure intrigue. "Care to put that theory to the test, love?" He asked. "Perhaps you're the one who wouldn't be able to handle me." Her next words were about her family thinking she was dead. Something else that he wished to clarify. "I have heard stories of your parents and their abundance of optimism and hope. Do you really believe they'll just give up on you and believe you dead without tangible proof?" He was basing this off what Regina told him, and what he'd heard from the several kingdoms he'd traveled.

"You mistake the purpose here, Princess. It is not about just taking you from your family. It is about them knowing you are alive, yet unreachable to them. To suffer and never be able to mourn the loss of their daughter for they know she is alive. Somewhere. In trouble. Tortured, for all they know." This was where the queen's cruel plan came into effect. And where he was helping her in it. "I have no intention of killing you. Where would the fun in that be?"

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How many people had died fighting for her, and her family. That's what he was going to go with? Emma wasn't surprised he'd try to put this on her. She let him continue, despite the fact that she wanted to throw everything back in his face. Of course it caused pain in the pit of her stomach. She never meant to have any of those people die...even her family wouldn't want anyone to die. Yet that was what happened in the armies of royals. "My father has fought in more battles than you could even dream of. He is -always- there, with his men, as an equal, in the heat of battle. My mother when she was a fugitive saved more men than the ones who died. Why don't you ask your Queen Regina how many died on -her- watch? I guarantee that she has a far higher body count than my parents." She narrowed her eyes. "And the men who died for me? Their names were Braden and Roland.. they were good men, and to make a few bucks, your men killed them. But you.. you wouldn't bother getting hurt."  She folded her arms over her torso, and leaned forward a little more. "So, you've got a problem with royals? Then maybe you shouldn't be in business with them. It makes you just as bad in my book. Besides..why shouldn't I judge you while you're sitting here judging me?"   

He was apparently not only a gambling man, but he did indeed like a challenge. So did Emma. "Only one way to find out who can handle whom, and it's never.. ever... going to happen." When he started to talk about her family, she leaned back in her seat once more. "You know, you're right. They are optimists.. which means that they will indeed always have hope. This also means that they won't think i'm being tortured somewhere.. or suffering..because they know me. Not to mention, I plan on getting revenge on Regina one day. You have to collect your bounty at some point, don't you? And on that day.. I will make her pay. You won't stop me.. because you'll have your money, and you hate royals." She spoke matter-of-factly. Although, she had another  plan all together in mind. 

He didn't plan on killing her.. so he wanted to just torture her for the rest of her life? However long that might be..  "So, what then? Keep me in the dungeon to rot? That sounds like a lot of fun." She sighed. "I need air." She stood up from her seat, and walked toward the door. "Yeah, I know. I'm a prisoner. Accompany me out, then."

[Killian Jones]

Villains

DON'T GET HAPPY ENDINGS

She went on about how noble and honorable her father was, and Killian scoffed at the thought. Obviously she would think that. She was the pampered daughter of a king. When it came down to it, hundreds of men had died for the happiness and wealth of a single man -- a single royal family. It mattered not whether he fought alongside them. Killian was all too aware of the sacrifices king's were willing to make for their own selfish purposes. But he obviously wasn't about to go into detail about that. "I have no interest in getting involved in Regina and your family's little squabble. I merely align myself with who pays me better for my services." And right now, that was Regina. She was paying him a rather hefty amount.

He didn't care how many people she killed. The princess then went on to give the names of the deceased, as if Killian cared. Point was, they were dead and thus, he had been able to successfully complete his job. "You really think I sustained my position and gained my reputation by being a coward and shying away from fights?" He asked rhetorically with a smirk. She then offered her own rhetorical questioning, saying he had a problem with royals and that he shouldn't have gone into business with one. "When it comes to business, I tend not to discriminate," he said nonchalantly with a smile. It mattered about the coin, and that was all. He didn't have to trust them or be loyal to them; he merely got paid and they moved on. She then suggested that there was only one way to find out who could handle the other, and that it wouldn't happen. "Never say never, love," he stated suggestively with a lewd smile.

She spoke of how her parents were optimists, and that they wouldn't assume she was being tortured because . . . what, she could handle herself? "Oh, you never know about that," he said casually as he raised his hook and inspected it as if he was deviously plotting. "I could send them a finger here, a hand there, perhaps their daughter's tongue to teach them a lesson of how they should have better taught her to hold it." His words though spoken casually, were with menace and in a tone that did not suggest he was joking. He would do it, if he so wished. And he wanted to remind her of that; that he had the power over her as he was the one in a position of authority. "Think they'll believe their daughter is safe then?" He asked, once again, not expecting an answer. In regards to the princess plotting her revenge, Hook merely chuckled. "Good luck with that one lass. She's quite powerful, but something tells me you won't go down without a fight." She was a feisty little thing after all.

She questioned what he would do with her, leave her in a dungeon and Killian decided to taunt her with another idea. "Leaving you to rot there would be an utter waste of beauty. My men tend to grow lonely when we sail for some time. They crave, companionship. I can get more use out of you by ensuring they remain happy and well satisfied." And he was not above throwing her to them. After all, there were ways to threaten a women beyond death. "I wonder what your father would think of that," he mused aloud, clearly entertained by the idea of imagining James' face when he received word that this was what was happening to his daughter. He watched her raise to her feet, though he did not move. She told him to accompany him out and for that reason alone, he wasn't going to. He didn't take orders from her. "You seem perfectly capable of escorting yourself out," he told her. It wasn't that he trusted her -- he didn't, at all. "As I said, there's a group of lonely men up there, love. Go ahead; take your chances." And he would not intervene because, well, he didn't feel like getting up right now.

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Emma wished that this whole conversation could end. She replayed the entire situation of being kidnapped over and over in her mind, trying to figure out some sort of way that she could have saved those guards and gotten herself out of this trouble. She'd done everything she could have though, and there was nothing she could do. Each time the pirate opened his mouth, it seemed like he was becoming more and more cruel. She supposed she deserved it, she wasn't exactly being easy to get along with either. She knew he wouldn't align himself with royals.. she had no idea what happened but apparently something went down that scarred him. "You must have an incredible reputation. I've never heard of you." She spoke in a snotty tone. "Regina did, apparently... but she's been known to scrape the bottom of barrels before." Again, she deserved his sarcasm.. she was being incredibly snappy. 

Of course he threatened to snip off a finger, or hand, and send it to her parents. She took a deep breath, starting to feel nauseous again. She held her composure rather well, but inside, she was wanting to scream and cry. She'd never show him that tear though.. not if she had anything to say about it. "Fine. Cut off my hand. We'll have matching hooks. It'll be adorable.. we'll be the talk of the Enchanted Forest." She nearly hissed. "Either way.. you're right. I'll never let Regina take me out without a fight. If i'm going, she's going with me..and that's a promise." Not that he'd care, he could likely care less if she and Regina killed each other. That was fine with her.. no one would be there to stop her - aside from Regina's magic. She likely had an army, as well..but she'd find a way. 

The idea of being used as a 'toy' for his entire crew made Emma's skin crawl. Of course it could have been merely a threat, but she didn't know this man at all. It drove her even more to get out of the room. When she paused to listen to him speak, just before she left the room, she turned toward him and just stared for a moment. "I refuse to believe that you were always this cruel. I don't know what happened to you, but I'm sorry for everything that you've had to endure..but it gives you no reason to threaten a woman to be handed from one stranger to another..." She threw the door open, and stormed out, headed toward the edge of the ship. 

[Killian Jones]

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DON'T GET HAPPY ENDINGS

She had never heard of him? How, disappointing. Though the thought was a bit of a sarcastic one. He had certainly compensated now for her not having heard of him before . . . for if she lived, then she would not be likely to forget him. He said nothing, but rather just smirk as she went on about how they would have matching hooks . . . and how she would not let Regina take her down without a fight. That, would be something Hook hoped to see: a fight between The Evil Queen and Princess Emma. It would be fairly short though. But then again, perhaps Emma would surprise them all and have some sort of inner strength that could defeat the queen. Unlikely. Entire kingdoms could not bring down the queen . . . how could one person? She rose to her feet and was about to storm out, when she paused and said words that affected him, though he showed no sign of it. He watched her as she left, and when she did, the smirk finally faded from his face. He clenched his jaw, his expression far more sombre now as the Princess's words played over and over in his mind.

I refuse to believe that you were always this cruel. He hadn't been. He had once served as Lieutenant in the royal navy, but what good had that done. He had lost his brother because of a king's deceit. I don't know what happened to you, but I'm sorry for everything that you've had to endure. He doubted her condolences were sincere. But if only she knew, not that he would ever tell her. He lost the two most important people to him: his brother, and Milah. He had been different with Milah, that much he knew. His lust for women had not been so severe, and even his demeanor had changed. When he was with her, it had become about exploring the world, rather than spreading menace. Her death had unleashed the man he once was, only to a more intense extent. He looked down at his wrist, a cloth covering the tattoo he had gotten: her name with a heart. He could see it peeking out in between the bound cloth wrapped around his wrist. A permanent memory of her, not that he'd ever be likely to forget the first woman he had ever fallen in love with. Perhaps the last as well.

But it gives you no reason to threaten a woman to be handed from one stranger to another... He hated that he let Emma's words affect him so. But he knew for a fact that Milah would not be pleased with the way he was treating her now, and the threats he made upon her, offering her to his men. But it didn't matter. He was not the same man. The Dark One may as well have ripped out his heart the day he killed Milah, for he no longer felt it beating in her absence. To know that there could be so much more to life -- there could be love -- and have that snatched away because of one man's bitterness . . . well, it was what made him less like Killian Jones and more like Hook. Finding no comfort or solace in anything, he resorted to the one thing that somewhat helped him forget the pain. No. Never forget it. Just numb it. He reached for his cup and gulped down a large swig of rum. There was nothing more to this life anymore. He would forever be a pirate, and he was damn well going to act like one.

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For the first time since she had been aboard the Jolly Roger, she had said something that made the pirate go silent. She watched the look on his face, and she could tell that she had said something meaningful to him. When he said nothing, but instead just let her go, she walked out of the captain's dining chambers, and she was met by the cool ocean breeze. There were a few men drinking out on the deck, but they mostly kept to themselves. Apparently they were told to leave her alone..or maybe they were actually decent. She didn't care right now, though. 

Once she reached the front of the ship, she took a deep breath. She had nothing to lose. She was going to be there forever, or she was going to get off of this ship and go after Regina. The worst that could happen? Death. And if he would have done what he said he would..passing her around to his crew.. she would have rather be in the sea. However..she felt that she was strong enough to swim. She had to be...she had to find Regina. She pulled off her dress in one quick motion, and she tossed it aside before diving in to the ocean. The dress, she feared, would have just weighed her down. A loud splash was one of the last things she remembered as the current started to wash over her. She was normally a strong swimmer..but the current was just too much for her to handle. 

One of the crew tried to stop her.. he really did, but he wasn't fast enough. Smee was his name. Smee ran to the Captain's chambers and flung open the door. "Cap'n! It's the princess! She jumped ship and we couldn't catch her! The sea's got 'er now.. went straight under!"

[Killian Jones]

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DON'T GET HAPPY ENDINGS

Hook was content to spend the rest of the night, drinking. The rum made for rather good company. Unfortunately, Smee ran in and Hook was about to scold the man for barging in, but his words immediately stopped him. She had done what?! Bloody hell! Killian rose to his feet and hurried up the stairs onto the deck. He rushed over to where his crew had gathered around, peering over into the water. He made his way through so that he was right at the front, looking down. Damn bad place to try and jump, that was for sure. The currents were particularly rough in this area, not to mention the threat of sharks lurking about.

"Princess!" He called out int into the waters, but he heard nothing in return. He didn't even see her. "Bloody hell," Killian cursed quietly, this time aloud rather than just in his head. This princess was going to be the bloody death of him! When he would think back to this moment, he would be rather alarmed at how quickly he decided to go after her. On the surface, he would blame it to the fact that she was worth quite a fortune to him. Deep, deep, down . . . he knew it was an obscure sense of honor that triggered this response. But it was a good thing he didn't let the depth of his complexities known to others.

He pulled off his jacket, tossing it to the ground, and took off his sword belt. He didn't have time to undress anything else. But he did remove his hook, knowing the metal would weigh him down even more. He turned it, and set it on the ground. He then dove straight into the water, head first and ensuring he dove in with his body straight so that he could go right down into the water, as deep as he could to find her. This water was not for amateur swimmers. He waved his hand around, trying to find her, but the depth of the water and the heavy movement was making it difficult to hold his breath. Still, he knew that if he went to the surface, he wouldn't be able to be as deep as he was now -- since he had plunged right into the water with the adequate strength to get him as far as he was now.

He continued to swim forward, finally seeing through the hazy water that blurred his vision, a wave of blond. There she be! Killian swam with his one hand, using his feet to kick him forward. He wrapped his handless arm around her, ensuring to get the proper angle to just grip her against his body. Clutching her tightly with one arm, he used his other to swim up to the surface. He could feel his lungs slowly building with water, and he desperately needed oxygen. Letting her go to save himself was not an option though, and it would once again be one of those things that he thought back on, and was surprised at himself for. He could see the small glimpses of light from the lanterns his crewmen were holding. He was almost there . . . just . . . a little bit . . . further . . .

Killian shot his head up to the surface, gasping for breath as he started coughing. His crewmen had been preparing a lifeboat to come to his aid, but he had beat them to it. Instead, they scrambled to release the rope to hoist him up with. Killian blinked several times, regaining his vision and orientating himself as he heavily breathed, allowing the sweet sensation of oxygen to fill his lungs in the place of the water that threatened to. Still holding on to the princess, he used his free hand to grip the rope as his men had formed a line on the ship to pull him up. When he got to the top, he collapsed to the ground, releasing the princess at his side. He slightly turned and reached for his hook, putting it back in the place of his hand. He then fully lay on his back again, continuing to gasp, as he let out a few heaving coughs. When he had enough air in his lungs, he began to set it to 'good' use. "Are you bloody out of your mind?!" He demanded. "Just what the hell were you thinking, diving into the water like that?" He panted a little longer, expecting to her a snarky reply from the princess . . . but instead, was responded to with silence.

Well, that wasn't normal. In fact, he didn't hear anything from her. He turned his head, looking at her. "Princess?" He questioned as he moved on his knees, hovering over her. He turned his head to the side and lowered his ear to her mouth and nose. "Damn it," he mumbled, realizing that she wasn't breathing. He ignored all the voiced concerns from his men, and decided to focus on getting Emma to start breathing again. And as before, he didn't think twice about doing this. He started pressing on her chest a couple of times, aware of what came next. "I have a feeling that you're going to kill me for this," he stated, even if she couldn't hear him. And with that, he lowered his lips to hers, and proceeded to start breathing into her mouth, providing her with the oxygen that she was currently lacking.

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Emma vaguely remembered being surrounded by water and being pulled under no matter how many times she tried breaking the surface. After that, there was nothing. There were no blue fairies, no pretty lights, nothing.. just darkness. She was completely limp in the water, unconscious in the dark sea with no hope of return. Was she about to die? Was this her last moment? Were her last words going to be hurting someone? These were thoughts that ran through her head as she let herself be taken over by the darkness. 

She was pulled from the water, but her body was still lifeless. Suddenly, she could feel air pushing water out of her lungs. She quickly turned on to her side after choking out sea water, and she coughed until she was able to catch a deep enough breath to know that she was actually going to live. With wide eyes, she looked at her surroundings, not even realizing that she was freezing cold. Had she somehow made it to Regina's castle? Was she going to get her revenge?! No..she was back on the pirate ship..which meant one of them saved her. She quickly turned her head to look at the Captain who was kneeling over her, looking soaked. What was she supposed to say? This was just..embarrassing. "You saved my life," she breathed as her lips - that had now turned blue - trembled. "I.. I was stupid." She lifted her hands to her face, hiding herself from the onlooking crew..and the Captain. 

[Killian Jones]

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DON'T GET HAPPY ENDINGS

Hook watched her when the air returned to her lungs and she coughed out the water that had otherwise filled them. He felt a wave of . . . relief when he saw that she would live, though made sure it was not evident. He didn't know why he cared. The money. That was what it was; the gold she was worth. That was it. That was all it was . . . wasn't it? She stated that he saved her life. Which . . . he did -- damn it. But he wasn't about to acknowledge that. His men then handed him a blanket and handed the princess another. It was her next spoken words that he felt the need to reply to, as she pointed out how stupid what she had done was. "You said, it not me," he said in a low voice, but knew that it was easily heard by her.

He used to the blanket to wipe his face and ruffle his hair a little to help it dry. "Go fetch the princess some clothes," he told one of the crewman. "You're going to have to wear something less, feminine until your dress dries." She still had the dress she had tossed on the ship before she jumped. But it was the underdress she was clad in now that would need to dry. He only had pants and a shirt for her since, well, it wasn't as if he carried a large supply of woman's clothing aboard his ship. He moved the towel around him as he finally rose to his feet. He wasn't sure what to say in this moment, because for once . . . he wasn't even in the mood to acknowledge his actions with a lewd remark. Not right now, anyway. Perhaps later his mind would shift. But for the time being, he was trying to ignore the fact that he was relieved she lived, and did all he could to guard this emotion from being the slightest bit apparent on his face.

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This was one of the most awkward situations she'd ever been in by far. The two of them sat there on the ship, dripping wet and freezing. She took the blanket and thanked the crew members who helped her. They didn't seem like bad men after all.. she wondered just how much the pirate had exaggerated about his men and what they would do to her. Emma was having a bit of a hard time concentrating though at the moment..she was still reeling from being tossed around in the ocean and being so near to death. 'You said it, not me.' She heard coming from the pirate in a low tone. She knew, though... he didn't have to say anything. There was something different about the way he was acting.. she wasn't sure if she preferred it or not. 

"Thank you.." She said quietly when he told her that she'd need to wear more masculine clothing. She didn't care at this point..she was cold, and likely close to having hypothermia. She watched the Captain walk away, and one of the men brought her some clothing to change in to. "You can change in there, lass. Don't be worryin' yerself. No one's gonna go peekin' er else they'll have to deal with me." He gave her a proud smile - albeit one with severely rotted teeth. Still though, it was one that she welcomed at this point. 

After she had changed, she walked back out on to the deck and looked around. Smee was nowhere to be seen at the moment, so she went to the Captain's chamber door and knocked. "I was just wondering if I'm supposed to go back to the dungeon now?" She called with a weak voice. Apparently the rum had not only tampered with her judgement, her swimming skills, and functioning her body in general.. but it also gave her a bit of a sore throat. Well, it was probably a mixture between that and all of the salt water that had come out of her throat when she had coughed her throat raw. "I'm tired.. I just want to go to sleep, and if that's the dungeon.. so be it."

[Killian Jones]

Villains

DON'T GET HAPPY ENDINGS

When Smee handed her the clothes, Hook began to walk away from the scene, needing to get out of his own wet clothing. He didn't see where Smee was escorting her to, though knew it would be in a private location. Hook's actions had not only saved Emma, but it also revealed to the crew how they were to treat her. His actions showed that she was not to be harmed -- unless he said so. But considering he just got her out of the water and didn't throw her back in the dungeon, it was fairly clear that hurting her wasn't on the agenda for the rest of the day. Once he arrived in his quarters, he took out a fresh, deep red blouse and pair of pants and boots, and quickly changed into it, putting a small vest on top as well, drying himself in between. He sat at the edge of his bed, putting his hook back in its place, when he heard a light knock at the door.

He looked at it, but didn't open it. Not even when he heard an all too familiar voice on the other side. She was questioning whether she had to go back to the dungeon, because she was tired and wanted to sleep. He needed to be away from this woman right now so he could go back to being his pirate self, and not a man who leaped in after a prisoner. Suppressing an eye roll, he rose to his feet, grabbing a small vile on the way before he opened the door to see the princess. His eyes looked over her, lingering as they worked their way from her top to her bottom and then back up to her face. "Well, Princess, looks like you're well suited to any style of attire," he said with a hint of a smile, slightly suggestive but not as blatant as before. "Smee will get you set up in a room,"
he told her. The dungeon was cold and letting her die of hypothermia would make his actions of saving her rather futile. "And drink this," he said, holding out the small bottle to her. "It'll help with the, rawness," he finished, referring to what her throat must be feeling. He was all too familiar with the waters to know how it affected a person when they nearly drowned.

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