Funny How Fast Life Changes

Of Ships, Islands and Idiot thieves

Chapter 7 is here as promised. This is the fastest I've ever written anything haha.

Killian enjoyed sailing. He always loved the silence of the sea. He preferred the quiet over the city madness. He loved the calming view of the horizon and the slight whisper of the waves splashing upon his ship.

Emma had never been on a ship before especially not in one that seemed so old fashioned. Yet, she admired how nice it look. She then realized that it must have cost Killian a fortune. He must really love sailing to have spent so much money. Emma stared at his expression. He was deeply concentrated and holding on to the wheel of the ship slightly turning it left or right. He looked so peaceful.

Killian caught Emma staring at him and he smiled. Emma gave him a half smile.

"So do you sail a lot?" Emma asked looking around the ship.

"From time to time. I enjoy being on the waters." Killian responded glancing at her.

Emma sat on a wooden box near where Killian was steering. She looked out at the horizon. No land in sight. She was anxious to get there since she didn't want to miss the chance of capturing that man.

"Emma," Killian called, but he didn't make eye contact. "I apologize about yesterday. I shouldn't have pushed you to talk about your parents." He looked up a little unsure what she would say.

But Emma didn't say anything and neither did Killian for a while.

"You have your mother's eyes." Killing said after the silence. .

Emma smiled recalling a childhood memory. "My dad always used to tell me that."

"You're lucky to have photos of them." Killian said. He wasn't lucky enough to have photos with his biological parents and if the photos did exist he wouldn't know where they'd be.

"Yeah they were a bit obsessed with capturing every moment." Emma was reminiscing.

"Looked like a lot of good moments. Like the president one." He chuckled.

"You saw that one, huh?"

"Yup. As well as the one when you were three. I think I like that Emma better. She didn't yell at me."

Emma laughed.

"So I guess I'm voting for you in the next campaign for president of the United States." Killian added.

"Actually that picture was for the campaign to win class president in kindergarten." Emma pointed out.

"They did that in kindergarten?" He had never heard of such a thing.

"My school did. I was so excited. I had everything planned out and I remember my parents helping me draw posters, bake cookies, make badges. You name it." 5 year old Emma had never taken anything more serious than that election.

"So you won?" Killian asked.

"Nope. Another boy won because he bought everyone a toy."

"Aww. How'd you take it?"

"Not well. I was angry and sad at the same time. So my parents took all the posters down placed them all over our house, invited a few friends over and named me president of the Swan house."

"They sound like lovely parents." He offered her a sincere smile.

Emma sighed. "They were the best parents in the world and all because of those-" Emma stopped herself before she could reveal more.

"Because of who?"

Emma was hesitant. "My parents....they were....um killed by two armed men."

Killian shook his head in shock. "Emma. I- I'm so sorry."