My Captain

Three Weeks

*Killian's POV *

I stand on the deck of my ship surrounded by nameless crewmen. My ship has been leading the royal navy for two weeks now. Searching. I made Snow and David stay behind, however. They didnt even know she was pregnant. They need not see what violence would occur if I found who had my Swan. When, I told myself. Not if. When.

After about another week, I got word that I was needed back at the kingdom.  Some emergency,  they said. As if my stolen princess wasn't an emergency.

I sent the navy back, but just as I was about to turn around as well, I spotted a ship on the horizon.

* Emma's POV *

I woke in what I assumed was a closet. I was surrounded by food, mostly fruit and bread, and the door was locked.

I looked down at myself to find I was still in my ballgown. And Killian's jacket. I hugged it to myself, taking in its scent. His scent.

How could I have let this happen? I finally let myself feel safe, relaxed even and this happens. I should have known. Things were going too well. The wedding, the ball, the baby. The baby! I put a protective hand over my abdomen just as I heard voices outside the door.

"She's probably just another girl. We'll ransom her. But she was with Hook...I may even be able to get him to admit he isn't a pirate and take his ship..." a deep husky voice said.

They continued to talk about how ordinary I was. Good, they didn't know who I was. I could use that. And based on what I'd heard, they didn't know about the baby either. Good, I thought again. Someone will find me. My parents or Killian. Killian...

I got lost in thoughts of him. I spent the next three and a half weeks in those thoughts. I ate what was around me and no one ever opened the door. Until that day.

The door opened and the owner of that voice I'd heard before crouched in front of me. I wanted to shrink away from him, but I held my ground, only tightening Killian's jacket around me.

"Well, wench, it seems someone has come for you. He's come to die really," he Laughed. I hated him. "See, he's been my foe for many years. But what was so special about you that he's coming to face me?" He touched my face and I spat at him. He just laughed again. "Well you're feisty enough. Perhaps after I kill him I'll keep you aboard for the men..." he trailed off and stood.

He left the door open and as soon as he was out of sight I slipped out as well. I heard stomping and swords clashing. I followed the sound to the deck. It was either my father or Killian.

I got on deck, the crew oblivious to my presence. My captor was dueling with a man. A man with near black hair and dressed in black leather- but conspicuously missing a jacket.

Killian.

Okay! Thoughts? I know it's short...