The Traitor's Wish

19. The Pirate's Emptiness

The Traitor's Wish
Chapter 19
The Pirate's Emptiness

The sun sank well below the depth of the dark ocean, casting it's last rays over The Jolly Roger before the world was encased in a thick blackness, utter dark. The dusk crew was hard at work. Wallace had set a course for a nearby land, Fulvadore, so they could get what supplies were needed for the long trek ahead. The men of the square table were the only who knew the truth, the danger that lurched ahead. If the Serpent attacked before they had the stone, all of them would be dead men, buried alive at sea.

Killian stood on the Quarter Deck at the rail, watching over the crew hard at work. He may be a pirate, but he watched out for his men. Forcing them all on a dangerous journey to save his skin was not something he felt was right, but Emma had a way. She was meant to lead. Somehow all the men of the table had agreed on this deadly mission, and now here they were just a few miles from the coast of Fulvadore to fetch supplies.

Killian sighed and went down the steps to his cabin. His door creaked open, revealing to him the lovely sight of his only happiness, his lass. She was sitting in has large wooden desk chair, staring out the small open hatch at the rolling sea.

"Better close that up love. It's going to get bitter cold soon." He said, as he took off his coat and boots, setting them at the edge of his bed.

"I was just getting a last glance. I'm guessing people in Fulvadore might recognize me, so I'll have to hide down here?" She asked quietly, eyes locked on the horizon.

"Actually love, I'd quite enjoy it if you came ashore with me. It'd be much safer anyways." He said with a small smile, hoping this would make her happy.

"Really? You mean I get to go ashore?" She asked almost giddily, turning her eyes towards him with a bright flame of hope burning in them.

"Aye, have you ever been to Fulvadore?" He asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.

She shook her head. "Never even heard of it."

"Precisely. They've heard of you of course because your land is practically the most famous of all of them, but no one there has seen you." He chuckled, "sneak you in, sneak you out. Just like that." He said.

She stood to her feet, took a step towards him an gripped the lapels of his coat. "Fresh supplies, and then we're off to find the stone." She said quietly, a small smile in her lips.

"It'll be quite the tale if we make it through." He chuckled.

She brushed her hand on his cheek, staring into his eyes with determination. "You will." She said confidently. "I have hope." It burned in her, and all she could do was listen to her heart, and ignore the sinking feeling in her gut. Killian would survive; he had too.

Emma stood tall on the tips of her toes and brushed a kiss again his lips.

"I wish we were at the palace." Killian said with a sigh, setting his head on hers. She looked up at him puzzled. "If I'd never left you'd be safely at home and I would be Captain of the guard." He explained, looking deeply into her bright forest eyes.

They reminded him of her home, the lush forests, bright leaves and the sun shining through them. She was not made for the sea. He could picture her now, blonde hair flowing as she rode her steed through the woods she called home, his own horse trailing behind, trying desperately to catch up to the lovely lass.

But the sea still called to him. The crashing waves were the beat of his own heart. The wind echoing over the vast, deep, blue waters. He was a sailor, it was like having a curse written over your own heart.