A/N- Well this is my first attempt in a multi-chapter fic, I hope you'll like it :)
please note two things- first, this is a CAPTAIN SWAN story. all along. okay? I won't be anti-anyone but don't expect to find here anything else. And second- English is NOT my native language so be gentle. :)

I really hope you'll enjoy it. And review. Because it really means a lot :D

Also thank you Lass Luna for telling me about the (lack of... ^^) division between the past and present... I didn't even notice the line I put there wasn't copied correctly :)

Swords clashed loudly. She fought well, the pirate lady, he could see why Blackbeard would want her. But one thing was still in the dark.

"I wonder, lass," he began, quickly dodging to avoid her blade. "Why would a beautiful woman like you be in the crew of such a rat in the first place?" she grinned widely and her green eyes shimmered playfully. "If I were you I'd show some respect towards my dear, dead husband, given that you could be joining him in hell soon enough." His eyebrows were shot up, earning a short laugh on her behalf. "Your husband? Why would you marry such a man?" he wondered, sincerely puzzled. "Oh captain, I didn't marry him," she sighed and spun gracefully for her sword to meet his. "I married the freedom he could give me. I married the sea." As she said that, she finally managed to get close enough to rest her blade against his throat. She smirked smugly as he dropped his sword.

"It's such a shame I have to kill you," she purred and ran her fingers through his hair lightly. "But I want your ship." She pressed the blade to his shoulder, making him kneel before her.

When she felt his arm coming around her knees it was already too late.

She fell on the deck and he crawled atop her, kicking away her sword, pulling out a dagger from his boot and pressing it against her throat. She gulped hard.

"What are you waiting for?" she growled darkly. "Finish what you started."

He had the nerve to smirk. "I do tend to prefer those who try to kill me dead," he hummed. "But I think I like you."

She let out a small yell of frustration. "I don't want a life spared by you," she spat out, struggling to move her limbs underneath him. She already knew he wouldn't kill her and it made her furious.

"Leave your crew and join mine," he offered quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I won't leave my men." She stated, the look in her eyes as stubborn as before. "Make your lieutenant captain and we'll work together." He insisted, his voice hardly a murmur. "I won't leave my men," she repeated, earning a huff. She chuckled. "Those filthy dogs are my family, Hook, and my ship is my home. Surely you can understand that."

"And yet you intended to take away mine."

She shrugged. "I am a pirate." She suggested. "And the Jolly Roger is a nice loot. My husband used to long for her. He adored her. I did too, sometimes."

He smiled widely, a surprisingly white set of teeth showing. "I knew I liked you from the moment I saw you," she smiled back, eyebrow arching. "Well, how many pirate ladies have you met?" she asked mischievously. His eyes darkened. "Just one." He answered simply. He let go of her hands and helped her up. She recognized the pain of loss in his eyes, and said nothing.

"Farewell, milady." He suddenly said, the darkness fading from his voice as quickly as it appeared. "I do hope we meet again."

She picked up her sword and smiled. "Goodbye, Hook." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek nonchalantly. Then she elegantly paced back to Blackbeard's ship, her ship, immediately starting to give orders.

Oh yes, he definitely liked her, the she-pirate.

"Hey Emma!"

"Hey, Claire, what are you doing here?" asked the blonde sheriff as the short girl hopped around the station, happy above average as usual.

"Nothing, really, I just thought I'd come by, I haven't seen you in a while." Emma smiled. With no children of her own, Claire was the closest thing to a daughter she had.

"Swan!" called a voice in the hallway.

"Hello Mr. Jones!" piped the girl. "Bye Emma!" she wrapped her hands around Emma's waist tightly then ran out of the station. "Never took you as the maternal type, Swan," smirked her infuriating, black-haired neighbor. She rolled her eyes.

"If she was mine, you'd know by now, we've been neighbors for how long now?"

"As long as I can remember," he flashed her a grin, causing her to roll her eyes again.

"What do you want, Jones?" she asked, starting to organize files in folders.

"I want many things, Swan." He said thoughtfully, pacing slowly around the room. She huffed at his answer. This man drove her mad, knew it and excelled at it.

"Don't waste my time, Jones." She said, her hands in her pockets, turning to face him.

"Right now, darling, what I want the most is your apartment for a week."

"What!?" both her eyebrows shot up, her eyes widened with shock.

"You could have mine," he offered.

"No fucking way in hell I'm moving to this hell hole you call your house." From the few times she paid him a visit she could say for sure that she'd rather chop her nose off than the rum, dirty clothes and rotten food on a regular basis.

He grinned, not even slightly offended. "I could stay with you," he suggested. She began to protest but he stopped her. "Swan, I beg you. And I don't do this very often, so I suggest you cherish it- please."

She looked at him curiously. "Why?" she asked simply, earning a frustrated groan.

"Please, Swan, I'll owe you a bigger favor if you won't ask." At her still-curios eyebrow arching he groaned again. "I'll tell you this- I can't be home for the next few days. I just can't. And I need somewhere else to stay."

She frowned, actually considering the matter for the first time.

"Where will you sleep?" she finally asked.

She could actually see his face light up with hope at the question. "On the floor for all I care." He answered eagerly.

"You could have the couch," she finally declared, gasping loudly as his arms came around her abruptly and a kiss was planted on her forehead. He breathed a quick "Bless you, love," before storming out of the station.

Her mouth remained open for a rather long time.

Tell me what do you think? :) Peace and Love, everybody 3