#someone needs to kidnap them for a fun pirate adventure so they can be miserable

[thegreatyin]

im honestly not sure why the scoundrel hates the ocean so much. it's not like it's any more or less particularly dangerous (and/or horrifying) in comparison to any other areas of the neath they love visiting. what is their problem

[teamhook]

Captain Swan Supernatural Summer

Thanks again to @kmomof4 @cssns for organizing the thing…

Thanks to @hookedonapirate for her Beta services. She is amazing. :)

Thanks to @kymbersmith-90 @revanmeetra87 @searchingwardrobes for their support and help cause I tend to freak out. :p

|AO3| |FFN|

Chapter 4:

The road so far...

Liam's quest doesn't go as planned. Killian's anger and loss lead him to mutiny. Pirate Captain Jones was born.

...

Killian Jones had been a pirate for some time now. He captained the Jolly Roger, showing no mercy or quarter to any royal ships he encountered. Royal ship after ship was sent to a watery grave by the young scourge. One of those ships had previously been his home, the Siren’s Song.

He had fallen into a deep darkness fueled by vengeance. He had no problem engaging people, and the women were drawn to his darkness.

He had no qualms with the type of women he would bed. If they were willing, he would charm them and give them a tour of his ship which led to a night of passion.

In some cases, the husbands would find out about the dalliance and opt for retribution which ended badly for the lot.

The drowning in rum and women was all that could numb his pain. His brother had died and nothing could replace that void.

On a particular uneventful night at a port, inside a rowdy tavern at the far back of the room, a man sat alone wallowing in the loss of his only family. He was easily drinking his way into oblivion to forget.

A woman with dark hair approached him. "Can I get you anything else?"

"Aye, lass bring the bottle and leave it."

"Let me go fetch it. I will return shortly." She walked towards the barkeeper and returned with the bottle. "Would you like some company?"

"I'm afraid I’m not the best company." He kept toying with the ring on his finger.

"I suppose not." She looked at him and walked away.

The barmaid was cleaning tables when some drunken sailor approached her, wobbling. He grabbed her and pulled her to him. “Come on lass, let’s have some fun.” He tried to kiss her and molest her. "No, let me go!" she yelled, but no one seemed to notice.

Killian rose to his feet and walked towards them. He tapped on the man’s shoulder, and once the drunken man turned, Killian punched him; the other man fell to the floor and didn’t get back up.

"Are you alright lass?"

"Thank you, I thought no one was going to help me," she said as she kicked the fallen man.

”No thanks needed, lass. I'm always a gentleman. Killian Jones at your service milady." He took a bow.

“My name is Milah. I’m sorry for interrupting you. I should be used to the drunken scoundrels pawing at me.”

Killian felt bad for the woman, and for a second he was distracted from his misery.

He scratched behind his ear. “Lass if you would like to have a drink with me and ---”

Milah interrupted him, and added, “Earlier you looked sad and lonely, so I thought you would enjoy talking. I wasn’t offering any other services.“

I was his time to interrupt her. “I never claimed you were. I was being a gentleman.”

She stared in disbelief, and without thinking added, “but you are a pirate.”

“That I am,” he responded as he sat back down.

She decided to join him, slowly taking the seat across from him. They talked about their heartbreaks. He talked about his brother and she about the loss of her son. Later the conversation veered into one of their adventures and life at sea, and soon their time together became routine.

Each time he made port he would visit the tavern, and slowly they developed a friendship. He would regale her with stories of his adventures at sea and she would tell him of her husband.

Their friendship kept growing with each passing day, and over time he realized he had found a little bit of happiness with her.

He toyed with the idea of asking her to run away with him. She had no love for her husband and she desperately craved a different type of life. The loss of their child had broken them beyond repair. Her husband had wanted to save their little Bae by trading his life for another. As much as she loved her son she couldn’t sacrifice another life to save her child. That was not something she could live with.

Milah knew she was falling in love with the pirate. He would listen to her and share amazing stories of his life at sea. She wanted to ask him to take her with him. For a long time, the only thing that stopped her from truly considering running away with Killian was the husband she no longer loved. The guilt she felt just thinking about it was overwhelming.

Should she be miserable for the rest of her life?

Next time Killian made port, she would ask him to take her away.

Killian Jones was looking forward to making port. It had been so long since he was happy. He knew the reason was the dark-haired beauty he had befriended.

The wooden door flew open as he entered the tavern Milah was working at.

The slam of the door caused Milah to turn in his direction. The smile she couldn’t hide as she noticed his presence, formed on her face. Their eyes danced with joy.

“Hello, lass,” he greeted as he sat down on the bench.

She smiled at him and tilted her head. "Killian, how was your last voyage? I'm sure it was filled with adventure and excitement." Her demeanor changed to something sad, and she looked around the tavern and sighed.

"Nothing too exciting I'm afraid, love. Only a few merchant ships carrying less than valuable cargo."

"Oh, but it is still exciting. At least to someone like me."

"Like you? I'm afraid I don't follow." His curious blue eyes pierced through her soul.

"I've never left this village. I married young. I've always wanted to travel. I've dreamt of adventures that will never come to life because my husband cannot fulfill my dreams."

"I'm sorry, love." He wanted to say it - “come with me”.

"Don't be. It's my life and I have to live with it. Whether I'm happy or not."

"Are things still at odds with your husband?"

"Killian, I didn't marry for love. It was an arranged marriage. My parents thought Rumple was my best option. He turned out to be nothing more than a coward, but he loved our son, Bae. Since we lost him, all we do is fight. He blames me for his death, and I'm tired."

"I'm sorry." He looked deep into her eyes and knew he had to save her. "Love, I cannot offer you everything you deserve, but I can make your dreams come true. Come with me. We will sail the seas in search of treasures and adventures."

Milah gaped at him in response. "That is not nice, Killian."

"Come again?" Confused, he stared at her.

"Giving false hope is very cruel."

"I mean it. Milah, if you are truly unhappy and there is no hope in reconciling with your husband, I'm perfectly serious."

The smile that erupted over her features was illuminating. She squealed in excitement and wrapped her arms around his neck in a fluid movement. “When do we leave?”

“We set sail tomorrow. Milah, are you sure?”

“You truly have no idea. You’ve saved me.”

“Make your preparations, love, and meet me here at first light. I need to get some preparations done of my own.”

With that, they separated and Killian left the tavern.

He quickly arrived at the Jolly and gave instructions to his men.  He chuckled as he prepared his quarters for another occupant. Should he be making such assumptions about their relationship?

Milah's excitement was hard to hide from her husband. She restlessly waited for him to leave for his daily routine. She readied a little rucksack with a few belongings. She was nervous but excited that she was finally going to have the life she had always dreamt of. A life full of adventure.

She walked towards the harbor and spotted the Jolly. It was exactly as he had described to her. She approached it, but stopped and looked around the docks, noticing there was nobody in sight.

She stared at the ship and was about to call out, in hopes one of the crew members would hear her, but the thought was interrupted by two strong hands grabbing her from behind and turning her around so fast she couldn't see the face of her assailant, and she was thrown over the man's shoulder.

She heard a hearty laugh she instantly recognized as he carried her across the gangplank and gently put her down.

"I've made some room for your things in my quarters." He scratched behind his ear. "I hope that I'm not overstepping."

Her cheeks blushed a light pink and her eyelashes fluttered. "Well, it is your ship and I would hate to impose. Do you think I would be safe in the crew's quarters?"

"They know you are under my protection and they are good men that followed me into piracy, and they know I care deeply for you."

"And I you." She smiled. "I trust you, Killian. Whatever you feel is best is fine with me."

"Follow me, my lady." He opened the hatch that led to his quarters and she followed.

Sadly, Milah's presence at the docks had not gone unnoticed.

A hooded figure quickly disappeared into a black cloud. The pieces were slowly falling into place.

Under the guise of an elderly fisherman, the hooded figure approached Rumple.

"Excuse me, sir, are you the spinner?"

"I am, how may I help you?"

"Oh no, Sonny. I'm afraid I have bad news. I'm coming from the docks and I believe I saw your wife being kidnapped by a pirate.”

Rumple's face drained of color. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. The animal was carrying her over his shoulder. Shouldn't you try to save her?"

"I..." he stuttered and started to limp towards the harbor.

The elderly man screamed out "The ship is called the Jolly Roger!"

Rumple arrived just before the ship was about to set sail.

"Wait! Wait! My wife is on board. Please! Sir, I beg you."

Killian's first mate, Mr. Starkey reluctantly lowered the gangplank for Rumple to cross and board the ship.

Rumple stumbled onto the ship's deck as his wild eyes searched for his wife.

The hatch burst open and a man dressed in black emerged. Once he was fully on deck all the men quietened. The man was younger, dressed in black leather trousers and a crimson vest unbuttoned on top of a black shirt. The man leaned on the standing rigging of the ship as his eyes met Rumple's.

"Sir, my wife... I was told she was here," he implored, his voice cracked with desperation.

"Well, I've had many a man's wife so you might need to be more specific."

The laughter of the crew was silenced once their captain raised his eyes at them.

"Please sir, our son, we lost him. I cannot lose her too." There was devastation on his face, eyes filled with fear at the thought of losing his wife.

"I'm sorry mate, but as captain of this ship, I have a duty to my crew. You see, I have a ship full of men that will require some companionship," he said, popping the p. "Your wife will do just fine."

Rumplestiltskin’s heart plummeted, traces of hope chipping away inside him. "Please, sir I beg of you..." he pleaded once again, his voice trembling with every word he spoke.

The pirate, however, didn't seem to hold any sympathy whatsoever, he was only smirking, proud of himself for having so much power over him. "I'm not much for bartering. That said I do consider myself a man of honor. A man with a code, so if you truly want your wife back, all you have to do is take her."

One of the crew members tossed a cutlass in front of Rumple, and the steel blade rattled as it fell to the wooden panels of the ship.

"Never been in a duel before, I take it?” the pirate asked when Rumple didn't so much as move a muscle, he only gulped thickly, his throat dry as sandpaper. “Well, it's quite simple, really. The pointy end goes in the other guy. Go on. Pick it up."

Tears pricked Rumple's eyes, the lines on his creasing and he almost cried out to the man, words thick with trepidation. He did not want to fight because he knew he would not win. He had no experience with swords. "Please, sir, have mercy."

The man tightened his jaw, irritation shining in his eyes. "A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets. If you will not fight for her, then you don't deserve her. Now get off my ship!"

Rumple stumbled back and felt two hands on him as he was removed from the ship.