Nightmares ~ a Captain Swan fic

Chapter Six ~Killian~

    Emma and I are having a quite pleasant conversation about beating people up. We've both done it in our time and we are retelling our days as different pirates. I at first didn't want to talk about it, but Emma told me a bit of her story, so it seemed only fair that I share a bit of mine. Our conversation is so pleasant, in fact, that Emma's now sitting next to me instead of across from me.
    "How many times did you get seasick on your voyages?" Emma asks me after taking a final sip of her hot chocolate (with cinnamon). It takes me a minute to reply.
    "A lot at first, but when you spend centuries on a boat, you get used to it." I explain to her. She smiles up at me.
    "Good to know," she says as she gets out of the booth to return her mug to the counter and throw her napkin away. She's so kind, she knows that Ruby will clean up after her, yet she does what she can anyways. I stare fondly at her as she comes back to the booth and picks up her red leather jacket. "I need to get to the station now. Want to walk down with me?" Emma asks as she puts on her jacket and checks the time: ten o'clock.
    "Of course, love." I say as I get up and take her hand. She pecks me on the cheek before we start to walk out the door.

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    Later that night, on Emma's couch I have the worst nightmare yet.
    I'm on the Jolly Roger, and it's far out into the sea, nothing but blue in all directions. But I don't pay attention to where the boat is; my eyes are on Emma, tied to the mast of the ship. I don't know why she's tied up, it's always like that in this nightmare. I immediately start to cut the ropes with my hook, but when I go to grip the rope to cut it faster, I discover I have two hooks. I try to use both hooks to cut the ropes, but somehow the ropes aren't budging, yet Emma is. I'm somehow hurting her, yet I'm trying to save her. Inexplicably, the ropes fall, and Emma does too. I sit on the floor and try to hold her up, only to find out she is dead. I look up, and standing next to the mast, is the Crocodile. He says what I always dread and fear to hear from anyone.
    "Looks like your little princess is dead. All because you have a hook. How could she love someone, who growing up, thought was a villain? All you'll ever be is a drunk pirate with a hook, incapable of forgiveness. Incapable of love."
    I wake up in a cold sweat, crying.