The Princess and The Pirate

Rescue

She sighed as she placed the mop back in the bucket, wiping her forehead with her hand. God, she was exhausted. 

She didn't think this would be such hard work and she definitely didn't think it would take so long. It had been a few days since she had first arrived on the ship and the days work were making a toll on her body. 

She was just so bloody tired all the time. She looked up at the sky to watch the sunset for a few moments. 

She had never been the biggest fan of the ocean and she had found herself questioning multiple times why anyone would willingly choose to live on it. But now for the first time she understands slightly. 

It's breathtakingly incredible with the reds and oranges reflecting on the blue of the sea. And Emma bets that if Heaven does exist that's what the entrance to it would look like. 

Her head turns to the back of the ship, where the wheel lays, and she spots Hook in a similar position to her, also staring out at the sunset with a soft, awed smile and wide, disbelieving eyes. 

It's clear how much he loves this and yes, she does understand why he became a pirate. If it brings him joy, then surely it's a good thing. She hums light heartedly before dipping her mop in the water once more and continuing to work.

"Well, well, well, lookie what we have over 'ere. You're certainly a pretty one, aren't you lass? What's your name, love?" 

Emma looks up from where she was working and is met with the sight of one of Hook's crew, a man with ginger hair and blue eyes. 

But a completely different blue from Killian's ocean-blue eyes. It's the wrong type of blue. Too hard and bright. And Emma can just smell the alcohol that's reeking off him. 

"My name is none of your business." Emma snaps, not wanting to have to deal with a drunk pirate and just desperately wanting to finish her work. 

"Well, that wasn't very nice, Love. I was just paying you a little compliment. You could thank me. Aren't you supposed to be a sweet, naive princess?" 

"There's no princesses in my world." 

"Huh, you're a tough one, ain't you? I like that. And like a said, you're very, very pretty. How 'bout you give me a kiss?" 

"What? No!" She exclaimed, disgusted by his request. He clearly didn't like her answer as a dark cloud seemed to settle over his face. He scowled at her as he shook his head slightly. 

"Sorry, lass, I don't take no as an answer." Before she could take a step back or push him away or yell out, he grabbed Emma by the waist, pulling her into him, and grasped her chin so she was forced to face him. 

He absolutely stunk and his mere touch made her feel dirty and sent awful shivers down her body. She squirmed in his grasp, trying to get out, but he just held onto her tighter, running his hands down her body. 

"Let me go!"

"Yes, you really are a fierce one. How 'bout we take this somewhere more private where we can have some fun." 

"No, stop!" She yelled out, desperately trying to get her arm free. Just so she could punch this guys lights out. 

The idea of him touching her...there....and of history repeating itself made her want to scream. This couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it. She would kick and scream and fight before she ever let this dirty pirate get close to her. 

Just when she was about to give up any hope because god this guy was persistent, she heard a sword being drawn and a familiar voice rang out. 

"Hey! The lady said no! Let her go, Smith! Now. " Her head turned around to see Hook pointing a sword at him with a livid expression on his face.