Sails of Destiny

An Unexpected Reunion

The Jolly Roger made port, the ship gliding smoothly into the harbor as the crew prepared to disembark. Amira stood on deck, her eyes scanning the town before them. Normally, she would have felt a sense of excitement—an opportunity to explore, to find adventure—but today, her heart felt heavy. The seer's words still lingered in her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in her chest.

As the crew made their way into town, Amira walked beside Killian, her expression distant. She wasn't in the mood to play princess, to don a dress and charm her way into the good graces of the nobles. She just wanted to focus on finding Snow, to make sure her sister was safe.

They soon heard rumors of a party being held that night—an event that would bring together the nobility of the region, a perfect place for someone like Snow to blend in and hide. Killian turned to Amira, his eyes filled with determination.

"This could be our chance to find her," he said softly, his hand resting on her arm. "If Snow is here, she might be at that party. We need to take this opportunity."

Amira let out a sigh, her eyes meeting Killian's. She could see the sense in his words, even if the thought of dressing up and pretending to be something she wasn't felt exhausting. Still, she knew that if there was a chance to find Snow, she had to take it.

"All right," she said, her voice filled with resolve. "I'll do it."

They returned to the ship, and Amira changed into a simple dress—a modest, flowing gown that wouldn't draw too much attention. She looked at herself in the mirror, her heart pounding as she tried to push aside her doubts. This wasn't about playing princess; it was about finding her sister and making sure she was safe.

Once ready, Amira joined Killian, who offered her his arm with a reassuring smile. "You look lovely, love," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers. "And remember, I'm right here with you."

Amira smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude. She took his arm, and they made their way back into town, heading toward the grand estate where the party was being held.

The estate was filled with people—nobles dressed in their finest attire, laughter and music filling the air. Amira and Killian moved through the crowd, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of Snow. Amira felt her heart pounding, her eyes darting from one face to another, hoping to catch a glimpse of her sister.

After what felt like an eternity, Amira's eyes finally landed on a familiar figure—a woman with dark hair, her face partially obscured by a hood. Amira's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat.

"Snow," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Killian followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the woman. He looked back at Amira, nodding. "Go to her," he said softly. "I'll be right behind you."

Amira let go of Killian's arm, her heart pounding as she made her way through the crowd, her eyes never leaving Snow. She moved quickly, her heart swelling with hope as she drew closer.

"Snow!" Amira called out, her voice trembling with emotion.

Snow turned, her eyes widening in shock as she saw Amira approaching. "Amira?" she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief. She took a step forward, her eyes misting with tears. "Amira, is it really you?"

Amira reached out, her hands clasping Snow's as tears welled in her eyes. "It's me, Snow," she said, her voice breaking. "I've been looking for you. We need to get you out of here."

Snow nodded, her eyes filled with fear and relief. "I know," she said, her voice trembling. "Regina's men are looking for me. I can't stay here."

Amira turned, her eyes searching for Killian, who had kept his distance to give them a moment. She caught his gaze and gave him a nod, signaling that they needed to move quickly.