Sails of Destiny

Allies and Plans

The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon as Derek arrived at the docks, a wagon laden with crates of goods following behind him. The gentle sea breeze rustled his clothes as he approached the Jolly Roger, where the crew was already preparing for departure. He spotted Amira standing near the gangplank, her eyes scanning the horizon with a look of quiet determination.

Derek gave a nod to the crewmen helping him unload the supplies, and he made his way up to Amira, a warm smile on his face. "Amira," he called out, catching her attention.

Amira turned, her face lighting up with a smile as she saw her old friend. "Derek," she greeted, stepping closer. "I wasn't expecting to see you this morning."

Derek gestured to the crates being brought on board. "I thought I'd bring the export myself. I wanted to make sure everything was in order before you set sail."

Amira glanced at the crates, then back at Derek, her eyes softening with gratitude. "Thank you. It means a lot that you took the time."

Derek smiled, his expression filled with warmth. He reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Amira, I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'll always be your ally. If you need anything—supplies, support, or even just a place to rest—you can count on me. I'll be here."

Amira felt a swell of emotion in her chest, her eyes misting slightly. She placed her hand over his, giving him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Derek. Knowing I have your support means the world to me."

Derek nodded, his eyes filled with sincerity. "We're family, Amira. And family looks out for each other."

With that, he stepped back, gesturing for the crew to finish bringing the crates on board. Amira watched as Derek made his way back to the docks, and she felt a sense of reassurance. She knew that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, she had allies who believed in her and would stand by her side.

A Few Months Later

The months passed quickly as the crew of the Jolly Roger sailed the seas, taking on new adventures and making preparations for the battle that loomed on the horizon. Amira had embraced her role as first mate, working alongside Killian to lead the crew with strength and confidence.

But as Amira's 21st birthday approached, a letter arrived from Snow, carried by a messenger hawk. Amira stood on the deck, her eyes scanning the words written in her sister's familiar handwriting. The message was short, but its meaning was clear.

"Amira, it is time. Return to headquarters. We must start planning the attack to reclaim the castle from Regina. The time to act is now."

Amira took a deep breath, her heart pounding with anticipation. She looked out at the horizon, her mind filled with thoughts of the castle, of her home, and of everything Regina had taken from them. It was time to take it back—to fight for what was rightfully theirs.

She turned, her eyes meeting Killian's as he approached her, concern etched across his face. He could see the determination in her eyes, the weight of the decision she had made.

"It's time, isn't it?" Killian asked, his voice low.

Amira nodded, her gaze unwavering. "It's time to take back the castle. Snow wants us to return and start planning the attack."

Killian studied her for a moment, then gave a nod. "Then let's set sail, love. We'll stand by your side, no matter what comes."

Amira smiled, a sense of strength filling her chest. She knew this would be a difficult battle—Regina was powerful, and the risks were high. But with Killian, the crew, and her allies by her side, she was ready to face whatever lay ahead.