Saving The Saviour || OUAT || CS - complete

Chapter 26

Killian's POV

I woke up on my bed, feeling the soothing rocking of my ship. I sat up and saw that even though we hadn't left port, outside my window the sun was gleaming against the waters. I stood up, only to find I was already dressed. Fully clothed with my black leather coat. My hook was clicked into place on my brace and my laces were tied.

Almost like I'd been somewhere.

I opened my cabin door and saw the state of my floorboards. There was dirt and grime. Every step I took revealed more dirt. Cobwebs, dust, even a mouse.

I do not stand for this.

I quickly walked up to the main deck of the ship. My crew were standing around, all starring at a wench walking past. I took a moment to look at her bountiful amount of cleavage.

What a nice sight to see first thing in the morning.

They didn't notice as I paced up and down the ship, glaring at them all as they ignored their work duty. I stomped my foot aggressively to gain their attention.

"Listen up men! Things have been pretty lax around here lately. But your laziness will no longer be tolerated. All hands on deck and prepare to set sail!" I shouted to my crew as I walked up the the wheel of the ship.

"Set course for Arendale!"

The sail was dropped and the anchor was hoisted. It wasn't long before we were out on the open seas, with myself steering.

"So cap'n. What's happened to that blonde you were obsessed with?" One of my crew asked.

"You mean that bloody wench from the bar? What normally happens, she came over for a nightcap and left the next morning. You know the drill Robson." I rolled my eyes and continued focussing on the sea.

"It appeared that you were going soft, captain" he laughed.

My head snapped to look at him.

"How dare you." I growled at him, pushing him away from me. "Accusing your captain of being soft? That's grounds for execution right there!" I shoved him down the steps onto the lower deck. He fell to the ground, landing roughly on his back.

"I am the most vicious pirate there ever was!" I shouted, pulling my sword from its sheath. I held it in front of me and waited for him to get up and prepare for battle.

"Any man who dares question it, best be prepared to walk to damn plank!"

My voice echoed among the silent ship. Nobody dared speak a word, in fear of getting involved. There wasn't a single man onboard that had the courage to stand up to their captain.

"Get the hell up, you damn coward!" I yelled. The other men took a few steps back hurriedly, eager to avoid my blade.

He finally stood up with his sword in hand. I lunged forward and hit his sword with my own. The sheer power of my swing knocked his weapon from his hand. Fear struck his face as he knew was was about to happen.

I stepped forward and ran him through, my sword visible from the other side of his body. Blood came from his mouth and dropped down his lip as I held him on my sword. I pulled it out and watched as he bled out onto my ship.

"Toss him overboard and feed him to the sharks. When I come back up this deck better be spotless" I yelled as I walked down the stairs into my cabin.

I slammed the door behind me as I walked into my quarters. The first thing to catch my eye was the necklace that belonged to my brother.

I reached up to my neck and only felt the one necklace. Why wasn't I wearing it?

I quickly shrugged it off and left it down to too much rum as I picked it up and put it on.

I pulled my rum bottle out and took a swig, relishing in the slight burn the alcohol left as I swallowed it. I sat down at the desk and opened my charters, planning our travels.

My books and logs all sat in a disheveled pile on the desk, some open and some not. They all showed different maps and other areas of the open waters. What was weird was that there was a thin layer of dust coating my books, like I had used them once and forgot about them.

Guess I'm drinking more than I thought.

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