No More Pirates (Book Two)

Chapter 1 - A Feeling

Present Day; Storybrooke...

The newlyweds walk hand-in-hand down Main Street. Killian notices a worried expression on Emma's face.

"What's the matter, Swan?" He asks his wife.

She smiles widely at him. "You know, you can't call me that anymore."

"I don't care if it's not your name. You're still my Swan,"

He leans down, ocean irises piercing hers, just as powerfully as they had the first time they layed eyes on each other. Something, however, is missing from her shining emeralds.

He pulls back, grin fading. "What is it?"

Emma stares at her feet. "I.. I just have this weird feeling in my stomach. I can't explain it.. It's like I just know something bad is going to happen."

Killian's eyes fade in a second, but are right back to their normal glow the next. "Don't be silly, love."

Emma's phone rings, breaking Killian's intense gaze. His eyes roll back as she answers. "This is Emma Sw-- Jones," She grins at Killian.

"He what?"

"Oh, alright."

"Sure, I can come in."

"Now? Well, I guess that will work."

"On my way,"

She lets out a sigh as she hangs up the phone, shoving it back into the pocket of her leather jacket.

"I told you something bad was going to happen," she frowns. "Henry's teacher wants to meet with me."

Three days earlier; The Enchanted Forest...

"Mr. Boatswain!"

"Aye, Captain!"

"Are we ready to make way?"

"She's as ready as she'll ever be, ma'am."

"Excellent." The captain hoists herself up onto the side rail, gripping the mast for balance. Her voice booms over the bustle of the busy crew. "Listen up, men!" They stop their chores to look up at the stunning young woman. "We are going to take back what's ours! A man, perhaps the greatest pirate to ever sail the realms! What say you?"

The crowd before her sings a chorus of, "Aye!"

"The code states that no man shall be left behind. We are not about to make an exception! We, who are free to do anything we please, will not stand by and let him rot in confinement! Tell me lads, will you sail with your Captain?"

The chorus sings again.

"Well get to work!" With a wave of her hand, the crew is back to readying the ship. She didn't have to ask if they would sail with her. She has their unalienable loyalty at all costs.

She leaps down from the rail. With chest high and eyes forward, Elizabeth takes her place at the helm of the Jolly Roger.

"Do we have our heading, Captain?" The boatswain asks.

She reaches into her pocket, and her hand emerges with a single magic bean.

"I believe we do. If I am correct, our Captain is someplace that no pirate would ever dream of venturing. We are going to a land without magic. A quaint little town called Storybrooke."

The boatswain smiles widely as he addresses the crew, "Weigh the anchor! Drop the sails! Let us get the wind at our backs! It's going to be tough sailing from here,"