Saving The Saviour || OUAT || CS - complete

Chapter 28

Emma's POV

My heavy eyelids fluttered open. For a minute there was no difference, my surroundings were as dark as a nights sky. I felt the numbness in my hands and the crook in my neck.

I sat up slowly and let out a huge stretch. When I lifted my arms up above my head I felt not only the pull of my muscles but hands hit the metal bars of the ceiling. I looked up and saw the small opening that lead to the deck.

I was in the brig. What the hell?

"Hey!" I shouted as I started pounding my fists on the bars. I didn't get a response so I threw all my weight upwards and dislodged the bars. When I had managed to finally push it open, probably making as much noise as possible, I climbed out the gap and came up into the crews quarters.

Nobody was there.

I stormed angrily up to the man deck, my leather boots heavily clumping against the wooden floor. When I got up top, everybody was laying on the ground. I tapped one of the men in the side with my boot and they started stirring.

After many attempts to wake them all up, I eventually grew frustrated. I grabbed two swords and started clashing them together, making a noise sharp enough to pierce any sailors ears.

They all groaned and stirred, gripping their ears and trying to block out the wretched noise of scraping blades.

"Wake up men! We need to have a little chat!" I yelled over the sound of clatter of my swords.

Eventually every man was awake and on their feet. They stood in a line facing me.

"I want to know why the hell I was in the damn brig." I stared calmly. Despite the fact that every man looked dead forward, nobody looked me in the eye. "Come on then, whose smart ass idea was it to throw their captain in the brig!" I yelled.

Silence.

I heard someone's shaky breath. Shallow and uneven. My grip tightened on the sword in my right hand. I quickly spun around and held the sword to a mans throat. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung slightly open.

"So, Watson, it was you. You had the brave idea of leaving your captain in the brig." I said, slowly. A dark smirk crept its way to my face.

"Y-y-yes c-c-captain" he stuttered.

"Why."

"I uh - I thought it would be a good idea, captain." His body shook in place and his eyes remained wide.

"Well, it wasn't. You know you have to be punished right?" He slowly nodded his head. I turned away for a moment. "This, men, is what happens to any man who disrespects their captain!" I shouted.

I spun around and in an instant my sword cut through the flesh of Watson. It went straight through him and was clearly seen from the other side of his body. His body hunched over my sword with blood quickly dripping from his lip.

I pulled my sword out and watched as he bled onto my deck, the pool of blood slowly expanding as he slowly bled to death.

I held my head high and looked out to everyone around me. Some shook in their boots others so struck with fear they don't dare move a limb.

"Any others think it's a good idea to do that to their captain?" I yelled. "Come on! Anyone brave enough?" I shouted. Nobody moved. "Good. And it best stay that way." I growled through gritted teeth.

"I wIll run through any member of this crew that feels the need to disrespect their captain. Is that clear?" I asked them. There was a few mumbles among them but no clear answer. "I said, is that clear!" I shouted.

"Yes captain!" They yelled in unison.

"Captain Swan is not to be messed with by her own damn crew" I spat before storming away from the body of my dying crew member. If the rest knew what was good for them, they'd be rid of his corpse by the time I returned.

I stormed into my cabin and slammed the door. I walked over to my mirror and stared at my reflection. My cheekbones were sunken in and my eyes dropped slightly. I hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately apparently. On my left cheekbone was a long precise cut.

How did that get there?

I left it down to a drunken bar fight and thought nothing of it. I rubbed my hands over my face to wake my self up before walking over to the desk and flopping onto the chair, allowing myself to be consumed by my thoughts.

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