Hi guys! Happy Sunday! Today I finally decided to release the next chapter. I hope you like it :)

Her feet anchor against the rocky path, her body balancing and moving swiftly and gracefully. Emma does not know where exactly Killian has gone, but can easily guess where. From what she has learned, Killian has never loved anything more than the sea and these rocks lead up to a cliff overlooking it. She knows that she will find him and when she does, she will do what it takes to get him through this painful visit.

Olivia has probably caught up to him now, and with his recent personality change around women, who knows what activities they are engaged in.

Stepping upwards towards an inclined terrain, she hears two voices amongst the sounds of the sea.

"Captain!" She calls, but no reply follows, so she seeks out the muted cries.

Suddenly a body slams into her. A female body with blonde hair and teary eyes of grayish blue. "Olivia, are you okay?"

"Your captain, is over there." She bites through sobs. "Careful though, he's being unnecessarily harsh." She says sarcastically and pushes away from her to sulk of into the distance.

Emma brushes of the awkward encounter and continuous her way towards Killian. Sitting on a less jagged rock overlooking the calming horizon, he plays with a small dagger he pulled from his boot.

"What did you do, pull that out in front of her?" He almost drops it off his ledge. She sports a sympathetic smile and sits next to him.

"I told her I wasn't the man she wanted to wed and she didn't want to believe that, so I told her the truth." He sighs spinning the blade.

"Which is?" Emma breathes.

"I do not fancy her." He offers her a small smile. "Although by the way she reacted, it seems as though she felt as if I did pull this dagger out at her." He jokes and she rolls her eyes.

"So you decided not to take Liam's advice?" She asks in a small voice. She already knows that Liam would not want his brother to be forced into a loveless marriage, but telling him that would probably force them into a discussion on how that conversation came to be... And that's something she does not want to get into.

"Aye. I cannot tie myself to a woman who I do not love." How the hope starts to spread through her, is something she cannot describe. And it is pathetic, really, because even if he is not seeking Olivia's hand, Emmanuel Jamison still has no chance with Killian Jones. And around him Emmanuel Jamison is all she can be. "Besides, you've reminded me that my goal is to avenge my brother, and it would be bad form for a man to do that while in a serious relationship with a woman."

Pathetic hope completely destroyed.

"We should return to the funeral." Emma changes the subject.

"And be prosecuted by my sister and her fiancé's assumptions?" He scoffs, sharpening his dagger with a small rock.

"She did not mean to accuse you of such things." Emma tries. She reaches out and lays her hand on his to stop his fiddling hands, but immediately retracts them from the intimacy she feels from it. As he looks up at her with blue swirls of sorrow and grief, she gazes back with a warm smile.

They return to the beach together and the entire time Emma's hand itches to reach out to his, but it stays balled up in her pocket. They watch silently as the waves finally carry out the pile of flowers and offerings into sea to gift to Liam.

Emma can no longer deny what she feels for Killian is beyond attraction. She mourns with him as pain and grief lash at his soul and desperately wants to comfort him, but cannot.

This continues to the moment they leave and head to the tavern. Ebony is now staying with Kaleine and Aristea, so Emma and Killian join the rest of the crew, who will probably end the night with a bottle of rum... Or nine.

It starts with an exotic blonde and voluptuous brunette. While eating in the tavern that night, she sees Killian follow them up the stairs to his room. Hoots and howls of laughter chase them, as the crew seems pleased by the cabin. Emma abandons her steak the minute she hears moans and cries of "Oh Captain!" emitted by both woman. He just finished with Becca for crying out loud. How could this man have that much stamina? Of course, she is not going to wait around and find out, because the minute she hears round two initiating, she decides to go and see if Kaleine would mind another roommate for the night.

Emma pretends to be asleep when the woman gives her an I-told-you-so speech.

In the morning, she returns to the tavern for breakfast, only to see Killian, clad in only his new leather trousers, and Gods was it a good choice for him, slapping the behind of a new woman giggling like a girl in love. She sways her hips for him knowing that his eyes are scanning her without shame. A smile dons upon his face, completely contrary to what is on Emma's face. Anger. Frustration. Disgust. And yeah, okay, a little bit of lust, because how can she resist not fantasizing about where that trail of hair leads to, or how it would feel like to run her hands along the planes of his chest.

Gods, he's so muscular…

"Jamison!" His face lights up, no doubt eager to boast about having three conquests in one night. Emma grits her teeth, ready to let him have it "I..."

"Shame on you!" She is about to snap, envy getting the better of her, except another female beats her to the punch. His sister. "Our brother just died, and you're deflowering all the maidens in this town?" Ebony grimaces in disgust. "I was sent to invite you over for breakfast, but it seems as if you already ate."

The men around Ebony leer at her bodice and loose skirts.

"Calm down gorgeous, the Cap'n is just..."

"Norris, mind your tongue around my sister." Killian growls.

"Shut that filthy mouth, pirate scum!' She growls, picturing numerous ways to cause the older man pain. Then she turns her rage back to her brother. "I don't need you to defend me!" She snaps.

"What do you bloody want, then?" Killian huffs.

"For you to show respect! And keep it in your pants."

That I agree with, Emma thinks.

"Men." Emma hisses to the crew, who are clearly enjoying the morning banter. "Why don't you all go tend to the ship."

"And you!" Ebony things rounds on Emma. The crew does not move, rooted from the fear of Ebony's wrath "What makes you think you can give orders?" Emma grits her teeth, having enough of the younger woman's attitude.

"Alright, Bonnie, that's enough!" Killian bellows, stepping in between the two women. "I understand that you are grieving, but so am I, contrary to what you believe."

"I never said I believed the rumor Clyde heard!"

"You bloody well implied it!" He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. "Now unless there's something else you want; we are done here."

"I was going to call you to breakfast." She mumbles, her arms crossed in a stubborn attempt to stand some ground.

"I think, you will find that we have already filled our bellies." He gives her an exaggerated grin.

A guilty look crosses his sister's face, and Emma bites her lip watching the terrible exchange between them. It's obvious that Killian's relationship with his half-sister is not as strong as the one he shared with Liam, but the way Ebony is treating her older brother is completely unfair and uncalled for. Emma understands that this girl is upset by Liam's death but directing all her anger towards Killian and even suggesting that he is responsible for the oldest Jones's death, when Killian already blames himself, is absolutely maddening.

Fortunately, before the siblings can exchange in further argument, a woman in her mid years, who would never be normally seen in an establishment as this, barges through the doors, looking exhausted and panting heavily. Her fearful expression is directed towards Killian.

"Captain Jones!" She chokes out. "It's Kaleine! She's going into labor!"

Emma's face pales, as does everyone else's in the room. Liam's son will soon be here and he will not be here to witness it. This boy will never know his father, never know the good man who sired him. But this is not the time to grieve the former captain, Kaleine needs immediate care. After a moment of shock, everyone springs into action.

"Matthieu! With me, now!" Killian orders, jumping to the door, Emma and Ebony hot on his heels.

The four sprint to the house, adrenaline pumping through their veins, getting them to the home in an instant. Killian practically yanks the door off its hinges, revealing Kaleine on her bed, breathing deep breaths. Matthieu jumps in ordering Ebony to fetch blankets and Emma to get water. Killian leaves the room as the doctor gets to work, turning his attentions to a scared little Aristea hugging her unicorn.

Emma joins him not much later after a stressed Ebony screams "Why are you still here?"

The former princess turns to look at her captain and his niece both harboring matching expressions.

"Uncle Killy, I scared."

"I know, little love, but it will soon be over." He replies, petting her head gently. "Your brother is just taking his time coming into the world." He chuckles lightly. "Stubborn like the rest if us. A true Jones."

Aristea looks up at him with blue watery eyes.

"I want Papa."

Killian swallows hard. The young girl still does not understand what has happened to her father. She cannot comprehend why Liam is unable to return to her and her uncle is incapable of developing words.

Emma jumps in and tries to comfort the little girl.

"Aristea, your papa can't come back." She kneels down to her level. "He's up in the clouds, sailing on a flying ship, forever looking out for you, to make sure you're okay."

Killian looks at Emma in awe, glad to have his first mate with him, but also disappointed that Emmanuel can comfort his niece better than he.

"But I want him here." She stomps her foot and pouts.

"I know you do." Emma smiles sadly. "But in a way he is."

"How?" She raises her eyebrow in the signature Jones way.

"In your heart." She takes Aristea's hand and places it on her chest. "So no matter where you go, he will always be with you."

Aristea doesn't respond, instead, her lip quivers and she launches her small little body into Emma's arms.

Killian cannot help but smile and mutters a thank you to Emma who is still in shock, but returns the hug never the less.

"Thank you... Em... Emma..."

"Emmanuel, little love." Killian corrects, with a chuckle, and Emma sighs, because that is her reminder of who she truly is to him.

They sit there for what feels like a good few hours. During this time, Skinner and Benji visit to brief Killian on the status of the Jolly Roger. Safely anchored at port, running into authorities has not been an issue so far, as its return had not been officially logged, and the rumors of Killian's conversion to a pirate, let loose by the lovely Becca, have remained solely rumors. Thankfully Calypso's Peak is scarce on authority figures. The men who maintain peace are simply some of the town's folk and the officers Liam would bring along. Although even with that, Killian has his men ready for a quick departure, not trusting the king or many of the villagers, for not all were loyal to Liam, and most are less so to him.

"Captain?" A soft voice comes from the note opened door. Matthieu is leaning against the door frame, a wet rag stained with blood and water in his hands. Emma lifts her head from the wall, attentive for what is to come next, yet Killian seems to be the opposite, adrift in the sea of dreams. Curled up on his rising chest, is his niece, also fast asleep.

"Captain!" Emma nudges him. No answer. "Killian!"

He comes to with a large snort, looking at his surrounding before finally realizing where he is.

That's just adorable.

Stop it, Emma.

"Captain," the doctor continues, as Killian rises to his feet almost immediately, "Mrs. Jones and the baby are both healthy and in happy spirits." He smiles joyfully. "You may come in and see them now."

They both rush in, Emma carries Aristea -still asleep- in the room. The first thing they see is Kaleine with the happiest but at the same time saddest expression across her face. A small baby bundled in a soft silky cerulean blanket sighs in her limp arms, its eyes closed peacefully.

"It's as we predicted." Kaleine says with a sniffle. Aristea wakes with a stifled yawn, little eyes settling upon her mother. "Come meet your baby brother, pumpkin."

Emma sets her down and she waddles to the bed, cuddling next to the new life in blue.

"What are you going to name him, Kaleine?" Ebony asks.

"William. William Jones, after his father"

Killian freezes, clenching his jaw tight. His nephew is just another reminder of Liam and how he played a part in his death. Killian will never stop blaming himself, and Emma can see that that is what he is doing right now.

"Captain?" Emma steps closer to him.

"Excuse me." He says briskly, before leaving the room as swiftly as he came. The room is quiet save for the baby's cooing and his mother's soft lullaby, until Emma follows him out wordlessly.

By the wooden kitchen table, he strides back and forth in deep thought, black coat moving with him.

"I..." He starts, knowing his first mate is right there. "We..." Killian swallows hard trying to get the words out without choking on them. "Fetch Harris, tell him to ready the Jolly. We are leaving."

Emma pales. Leave? His nephew has just breathed his first breaths of life and he wants to run away? His family needs him.

"What? Killian, now? Kaleine just gave birth... " Emma exclaims but is cut off by him.

"I know that Jamison!" He growls. "But as your captain, I am ordering you to get my ship ready so I can enact revenge against those bastards who took Liam from Aristea and that little boy... William. My brother. The man who should have been in that room instead of me. The man who should be ordering you about instead of me." He is almost in her face at this point, breathing every word down her neck. Face practically tortured, he takes a step back and she wordlessly nods.

"We should say goodbye."

"No."

She raises her eyebrow.

"You can't just leave..."

"If I tell them, they will try to stop me." He clenches his jaw. "And I cannot go in there without seeing my brother's face staring back at me with shame and disgust."

She nods unable to come up with something to stop him from making this grave mistake, and quickly departs to follow his command. Little do either of them know, that Ebony also hurries away.

Not ten minutes pass on the ship, where Emma paces back and forth, worried out of her mind. The crew all accounted for, save the captain and Matthieu who have yet to return. Harris, Norris, Skinner, Benji, Manny and Thomas await at their stations, confused yet prepared for anything. This is wrong. So wrong. Leaving with no notice. Not even bothering to say goodbye. Kaleine is like a sister to her and to just leave her alone with a newborn... It is unthinkable. Liam would have her head for doing this to his wife, for letting Killian make such a rash decision. He would not want his little brother to abandon his family and go about a suicide mission. No, it is not right.

But what choice does she have? It is not like she can go and order about the dangerous pirate captain. And if she leaves the crew, what does she have? No chance at living, no one to be with! It's not like she can just go and rescue her parents, her family. No. She needs Killian. And one day, maybe he could help her. That is if he can see past the lies and deceit. After all, how does one say "By the way, I'm a woman... Also a wanted criminal... But really I am the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming... King George's adoptive granddaughter… I'm tied to the man who murdered your brother… I also have magic… and even though you hate me I care for you". No that conversation would not go well.

Boots thump on the deck announcing the captains presence, followed by Matthieu, but they are not alone. Two bar wenches eagerly follow them. A curvy brunette and giggly raven haired woman.

"Brought some entertainment, boys." Killian announces, with a smile. Clearly he has had a drink as his swagger has an extra sway to it. "Emmanuel, Gemma over there," He points to the raven head, "has a thing for blondes."

"Captain, can I talk to you for a second?" Emma grits, holding up her hand as Gemma tries to come up to her.

"Not a second to waste Jamison!" He grins, grabbing the brunette's outstretched hand. "Men set a course south, while I attend to Miss Lola. I want this ship to George's kingdom by the time we are done." He winks.

Lola grins, leading him down to his cabin, as the men set to work.

No one notices the first mate grinding her teeth.

Two days pass and twice Emma tries to go and speak with Killian... And twice he is otherwise occupied, either in Gemma's skirts or beneath Lola. Each time Emma has to stop herself from going in there, slapping him and kissing him to let him know just how she feels. The third time she enters his cabin, he is at his desk, no wench in sight, but an unopened bottle of rum in front of him. His eyes are red and his knuckles are bruised. A bent and cracked wooden beam stands abused next to him. Papers are scattered on the floor, maps and a sextant thrown across the bed, plans carefully considered are now ripped to shreds.

"I don't have a bloody clue what we are to do." He says absently.

"Captain..." Emma tries, eyes tearing up at the sight of him so distraught, so torn. "It's going to be alright."

"The bloody hell do you care Jamison?" Killian growls at her. "For all I know your planning mutiny on me."

"I am not!" Emma huffs, absolutely fed up by this accusation Killian knows is false.

"Really is that why you've been so quiet?" He taunts.

"You've been otherwise occupied..."

"Jealous?" He retorts.

"You can't just spend your whole life drinking and taking whores to your bed." She snaps back.

"Actually I can. And the best part is I have an endless supply to sate my mind. I can have all the booze I want." He grins, standing up from his desk. "All the women I want."

Emma sees red. She's so fucking tired of seeing him wrapped around all these women who mean nothing to him, while she sits there unable to express herself. She wants him to touch her, to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, to caress her. She wants to hold him in her arms when he is distraught and comfort him until he is no longer in pain. She wants him to look at her the way he looks at all these other women.

"No you can't." Emma growls, her voice losing its deep edge.

"Excuse me?" Killian snaps, looking at his first mate in outrage. How dare he try to command him and tell him what he can and cannot do.

"You can't have all the women you want."

The absolute gall of that man! He knows he is hurting and he wants him to not be able to forget?

"And why's that?" The captain barks.

"Because you're mine." And without hesitation, she grabs the lapels of his stupid jacket and crushes her lips to his unleashing the fire that ignited the moment she saw him. Her mind loses itself for a moment, relishing in the taste of his lips, the feel of his skin against hers and for a moment her identity is forgotten. Killian tastes like rum and everything she has ever dreamt of. It's exotic, his lips like her own drug, addicting and exhilarating.

But it doesn't take long for her to realize what she has just done.

His hands fall limply to his sides as the cold water washes over her head and she jumps back as if receiving a mild shock.

He is awestruck, staring at her with his mouth gaping open, his eyes wide and his breathing still. She should have noticed when his lips were frozen, when his whole stance was locked.

Swallowing from embarrassment and devastation, she spins around and scurries out of the captain's quarters, silently cursing herself along the way.

This last scene is what started it all. It came to me one day and I thought "holy shit I need to write a story about Emma dressing as a sailor to sneak on his ship and kissing the heck out of him!"

I hope you all like it, sorry for the wait! I've been a little sick and still need to go to work (because money). The next chapter is the last one that I had completed so I need to actually write the rest. This probably means it will take some time :( I will try to get some good chapters out soon, hopefully the creative juices are still flowing.

What did you think of this chapter? What do YOU think will happen to Emma and Killian? Feel free to leave any questions or comments in the review box, I always love hearing from you!

Have a great day/night

- XoxPhoenix10/CsforScience

I apologize for any typos