The Princess [ON HOLD]

The Sequel to Love On Deck.

As the last ray of sunshine sunk behind the vast sea and the waves roared welcoming the night. The waves kissed the shoreline to the castle where Adella emerged in white silk dress. To the bare eyes of a human that witness a woman in a silk walking out of the water, dry and radiantly beautiful, would be unrealistic and out of the norm. That human would probably faint or blame it on hallucination. But, the eyes of pirates have seen various forms of magic and creatures that are only mentioned in books to walk among us. The pirate wasn't surprised to see a beautiful women appearing from the ocean as dry as untouched sand on a late summer night. Though what got his heart to beat erratically is the familiarity the woman beholds. Hair as brown as a horses coat, that fell to her chest in waves and eyes of teal that weakens a man's knees.

She looked exactly as Adella.

Hook shook his head. It can't be her, it's been years now and the brat isn't with her. Just as the thought entered his mind, a boy of fourteen with onyx hair and emerald eyes appeared behind her. The boy is dressed as a young prince would, from his high cheek bones to the gold capsule holding the cape around his neck. He too is familiar, but how is it possible? The spriggan twin's told him that the stone takes the person to another dimension in time; making Adella out of his reach. After three years of hopeless searching, he gave up on ever finding them. The treasure had been split between the crew and the Jolly Roger's name spread through out the kingdoms.

Adella smiled at Val's mumbling. "Stop worrying about your hair, and what human girls would think about you."

"I'm not worried. I'm annoyed, mother." The boy fixed the colar of his shirt. "And, I forgot how uncomfortable being human is."

"I fear that I have spoiled you way too much, my dear." Adella grinned at the glaring teanager. "Come now, my sister awaits our arrival." She took sprinted in an unlady like way towards the gates.

The wind whispered to her the secrets of lovers, the grief of loss, and the knowledge of the unknown. Though, it failed to mention the man standing next to the gates with a hook for a hand. Her teal orbs filled with glee as she raced her adopted son to the castle, took a fleeting look to the left which caused her speed to decelerate to a sudden halt. Heart hammering and lips silently repeating his name in shock.

"Hook?" Questioned Val, rather loudly.

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Just remember this is only a prologue; or an introduction of sort. Think of it what you may, more are to come. Though it might take awhile.

Happy belated Thanksgiving!