Saving The Saviour || OUAT || CS - complete

Chapter 29

3rd persons POV

Captain Hook stood at the helm of his ship, The Jolly Rodger, belting out orders for his crew. The ship was docking for the next few nights so they could all enjoy some well earned time off.

Despite his reputation, Captain Hook was not a cruel man. He did have a heart. The captain wanted his men to have a break, even if it was only at the local tavern with a few bar wenches.

"Make sure the rigging is secured tight, we don't need anything getting lost in the winds tonight!" He shouted as the crew ran circles around him, filling out his orders.

The ship was sailed into port and two men worked to secure the ship to the dock, tying it to the wood of the port.

"Good job men! You're all welcome to go to the tavern and enjoy some drinks, on me!" He yelled, smiling at his crew.

Well, not a smile per say.

More like a smirk.

The crew cheered to their captain. All ecstatic about a night of drinking and pleasure from a wench.

Nobody waisted anytime before running off the ship and starting the short walk to the tavern. Second mate Gibbs was the first one to burst through the rickety doors of the cottage.

"Barman, round of rum! On the captain!" He cheered. Everyone behind him erupted in joy, shouting their mouths off before taking a seat at one of the tables.

Captain Hook was the last one to enter the tavern. It took a mere five seconds before a wench was already on his arm, stroking his Hook seductively.

"Well, hello love." He grinned, quickly wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest.

A huge smirk took over her face as she twirled her black hair around her slender finger. "My names-" she started before being interrupted.

"Look, love. I don't care about your name. I care about getting a few glasses of rum down my neck and taking you back to my ship for a nightcap. For tonight your name can be Elizabeth. No, Grace. Grace will do." He laughed as he took her hand and walked her over to a table.

"Works for me" she whispered seductively in his ear as she sat next to him at the table, surrounded by the men of his crew and the wenches they'd chosen for the night.

The next couple hours was filled with drinking, laughing, gambling and a whole lot of flirting. Everyone was enjoying themselves so much they didn't notice a women clad in leather walk through the door with her crew in tow.

Captain Swan led her men into the tavern. The minute she opened the door the smell of rum hit her so forcefully she was almost intoxicated by the mere smell.

"Alright men, round of rum!" She yelled to the man behind the bar. He simply nodded his head whilst Emma sat at a table that already had a few dice laid out.

"Anybody want to make a deal?" She said smirking with her eyebrow raised. "Come on, don't be a coward" she laughed.

"What did you have in mind, Captain?" Her first mate, Barrett, asked as he pushed his way between the other men for a seat.

"First men to get a higher number on the dice than me wins an extra weeks rations worth of rum" she replied quickly. She picked up the dice but before she could nominate a man, she was interrupted.

"I'll take that bet, love."

Emma turned around slowly in her seat, coming face to, well, chest, with a man also dressed head to toe in leather.

The first thing to catch her eye was the glistening necklace hanging around his neck. She slowly raised her head, catching glimpses of his body as she did. When she finally caught sight of his face she was blown away.

Eyes as green as the freshest grass. Hair as blonde as the suns rays. Cheekbones sharp like a blade. Full lips and pearly whites.

"Will you now?" Emma smirked, turning in her seat and looking up at him.

"Tell me, wench, what's your going rate?" He smiled, flashing his bright white teeth. The smirk slowly slid from her face and anger took its place. Her men all sat up and turned their attention to the scene that was about to unfold. But none dared to interrupt.

"Excuse me?" She spat, rising to her feet with a glass of rum in her hand.

"How bout we get outta here?" He grabbed her hand and pulled Emma to his chest, not leaving her any personal space. Just before Emma could speak, once again she was interrupted.

"Hands of the lady mate" she heard a voice behind them. The blonde man quickly loosened his grip and turned around. Emma didn't look at the owner of the voice, but used this moment to her advantage.

"I can take care of myself" she seethed through gritted teeth. Her crew sat with grins on their faces as they knew what was to come, they knew their captain was strong.

Emma pulled her wrist from his grip, broke the glass of rum over his head and punched him in the face. He staggered back for a moment, giving Emma time to kick him in the stomach. He doubled over and grunted in pain.

"Stand. Up." She said slowly. She had pulled her sword from its sheath and held it to his throat. The man slowly stood up, knowing if he made any sudden movements his blood would be on the floor in an instant.

"If I ever see your face again, I won't be so merciful. Understood?" He nodded. "Good. Now get the hell out of here."

He ran for the door and left without saying another word. Behind her was a slow clap and a sarcastic voice.

"I'm impressed love." Captain Swan turned around to face the polar opposite of the man she just faced.

"Do I know you?" She said as she slid her sword back into its holster.

"Allow me to introduce myself." He smirked, taking a step forward. "Killian Jones. Captain Hook."

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