Emma could remember fingers tangled in her curls, the weight of a hand settling on the small of her back, a smile meant only for her eyes. To have a soft kiss pressed against her lips, tentative and sweet, to share each other’s breath. Emma knew what it was to have someone by her side until he’d been taken away.
She’s spent near to half her life watching the horizon line, waiting for the tides to bring back what the sea once claimed.
Killian looked down at his hands, stained crimson with his brother’s blood, before staring across the deck as the pirate ship left his shattered world in its wake, and wondered what they could possibly have stood to gain from his loss.
He’s lost everything, his family, his love, even his hand. The one thing he believes he can- no, will – get back is his ship.
If no one else would do anything, Henry certainly would. He was going to save his mother, and the way he saw it, there was only one person in the entirety of Fort Charles that could possibly help him. Someone who had nothing to lose but his life, and everything to gain.
He doesn’t know much about the world beyond the stories he reads, but he’s determined to save the person he loves most.
A Captain Swan story, based on Pirates of the Caribbean.
Rating: T
Content Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Minor Character Death
AN: I started to think this day wasn’t going to come, to be honest, and this story would be lost to the depths of my computer forever, but here it is. Thanks a bunch to my awesome beta, @huffleporg , for fixing my run on sentences and teaching me the difference between a lobotomy and trepanation. This story wouldn’t be the same without you. Endless gratitude to @prongsie , for stepping in at quite literally the last minute to provide gorgeous art that brought my words to life. Thanks to the Captain Swan Big Bang crew, for running this event and just generally being awesome, and most importantly, to those of you who choose to read my story. We wouldn’t be writers without someone to share our words with.
AO3 & Tumblr.
Prologue: Dark is the Morning
Killian was always up with the sun.
His mother used to tease him, with that same fond, loving smile she always wore for him and his brother. She would say that most young boys would still be asleep so early in the day, but he loved to follow her on her morning errands around the town, and he remembered her always indulging him – tangling her fingers with his as he walked with her through the garden, allowing him to hold onto her skirts as she stopped to visit at merchant stalls. He could easily recall her always being after him to wear his shoes. He had always been so eager to just go, that he rarely remembered on his own.
Come along with us on this swashbuckling adventure featuring an all-star cast of characters. In @hooksandblakes prologue, we meet Killian and Emma, who have backgrounds as different as can be. And yet, are they really that different after all?
Ultima Thule (1/14)
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