Sails of Destiny

A Pirate and Princess Celebration

The golden sun had begun to set as the wedding party made their way from the Jolly Roger to Town Hall, where the after-party was set to continue. The gentle glow of lanterns lit the path, and the air was filled with the joyful murmurs and laughter of family and friends.

Snow White led the procession, her arm linked with Emma's as they guided everyone to the hall, which had been transformed into a celebration space fit for a pirate and princess. The decorations were a perfect blend of both their worlds: royal elegance intertwined with the rugged charm of a pirate's life.

Amira walked beside Killian, her heart still fluttering from the ceremony, her hand resting lightly on her growing belly as they made their way. Her veil had been tucked back, and her tiara sparkled in the fading light. Killian, as always, was by her side, his hand resting gently on the small of her back as they exchanged soft smiles, savoring the magic of the day.

When they arrived at Town Hall, the doors opened to reveal a room filled with their loved ones—close friends and family who had gathered to celebrate this next chapter in their lives. The hall was beautifully decorated, with tables draped in deep blue linens, centerpieces adorned with seashells and royal flowers, and twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling, giving the space an intimate and warm atmosphere.

As everyone settled in, Johanna entered, carrying the wedding cake that had been carefully crafted for the occasion. It was a breathtaking sight, a perfect reflection of Amira and Killian's union—an elegant mix of royalty and pirate. The cake's multiple tiers were decorated in white and deep purple, adorned with cascading purple roses, gold accents, and a skull atop the cake, draped in pearls, representing the pirate side of Killian's life. It was an incredible blend of the two worlds they represented—elegant yet daring.

Amira gasped softly when she saw the cake, her hand coming to her mouth in awe. "It's beautiful," she whispered to Killian, her eyes shining with appreciation for the thoughtfulness behind every detail.

Killian chuckled, leaning down to kiss her temple. "It's perfect—just like you, love."

The guests clapped as Johanna placed the cake on the table, setting the stage for the rest of the evening's festivities. Laughter, dancing, and joy filled the hall as everyone settled into the celebration.

As the night wore on, Killian and Amira shared their first dance as husband and wife, surrounded by their family and friends. The warmth and love in the room were palpable, and for a brief moment, everything in the world felt right. They had each other, their family, and their future together—one filled with love, adventure, and new beginnings.

The guests continued to settle in at Town Hall, the joy of the day still alive in every laugh and smile exchanged. The air was filled with the delicious scent of food, provided by none other than Granny's Diner, courtesy of Snow White, who had ensured every detail of the celebration was perfect.

Long tables were lined with an assortment of dishes, showcasing the best of Granny's kitchen. Plates were piled high with classic comfort foods: roast chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh-baked bread, and Granny's famous lasagna. Alongside them were platters of seafood, a nod to the pirate side of the wedding—grilled shrimp, lobster, and a seafood chowder that Killian himself had requested.

Snow stood off to the side with Emma, watching the guests help themselves to the food. She smiled, satisfied with how the evening had turned out. She had been determined to make the day special for her sister, and seeing the way Amira and Killian smiled at each other, she knew she had succeeded.