The Terror of the Deep had spent almost two weeks confined to bed rest so that the Dark Captain could finish recalibrating their shared body. During that time, he had attempted to calm the Star Child who had spent the first two days as a broken record, consistently apologizing. The only reason why she stopped was because he had slapped her. He didn't like the fact that he had to strike her but there was no other way to break through to her.
She did go quiet after that and quite often had to stop herself from crying, knowing that her Captain would take control and he really needed to focus on the task at hand. Killian eventually coaxed her into talking and by coaxed, he meant dropping the cannonball that the love she had felt from him was actually Hook's and not his own. She had raised an eyebrow at that statement, a knowing look in her eyes and a small smirk on her lips. The former lieutenant was surprised by how one simple expression had him wanting to pin the woman to the closest flat surface and make love to her.
In the days that followed after he was no longer confined to his bed, he did as his counterpart suggested and spent as much time with her as he possibly could. He oftentimes had to go in search of her and more often than not she was either with Mister Smee in the ship's library or in the kitchen with Mister Silver. After a while, his curiosity got the better of him and he asked about the Magi of Light that had made his first mate into a vessel of power.
'First Mage of the Blood Guard, Commander of the Medical Corps, the Magi of Light, Scheherazade. She is Venus of the Prism Guard and she is my daughter...and yes, she is actually my daughter by blood.'
'You make it sound like you're surprised she even exists.'
'That's because I am. Killian...I can't have children...and before you ask, it's a tale far too long and complicated to even attempt to explain it to you now. It would just give you a massive migraine.'
The younger Jones didn't press for more, despite wanting to know exactly how and why she couldn't have children. He also promptly ignored the feelings of sadness and disappointment he had felt upon learning that the woman he cared for would never be able to have a child with him. He knew from his interactions with Silver that she was, in fact, an absolutely wonderful mother...though she could use some help in the naming department.
'*scowls at him* For starters, Silver is short for Silverfrost. I gave him that name in honor of a fallen friend from long ago. He was the one that chose the last name of Jones. I never really understood why he was so adamant about it, but I figured that it probably had to do with my God of the Sea. Poseidon helped me raise Silver in the Realm before telling me that the boy's father served aboard the Jolly Roger.
Still trying to work that one out. *he comments about the name Venus* Venus is her title within the Guard. It's not the name she was given at birth, ya numpty.'
He then asked what the woman's birth name was and his entire world turned on its axis...figuratively speaking.
'Emma...Emma Swan Lanaria. I don't know if Silver ever told you this but my daughter was his governess...such a sweet kid. When I received word that Torrin was heading towards the port town where my daughter and her charge were currently living, I set out immediately but I was too late.
The whole town was in ruin, the fires still burning. I found my daughter rendered powerless by a radahan; battered and beaten, wailing in despair next to what was left of her charge. That poor boy...to this day, it still haunts me. When my Captain ordered me to kill my godson as proof of my loyalty...for a brief moment, I didn't see my godson. I saw the boy that called me His Blue Eyes...I saw Erin.'
Killian Jones fled from his quarters with the Star Child following after him, asking him what was wrong. He needed to know...were they truly the same? Was Silver Jones the son he believed to be forever lost to him? Was he Erin Clarence Oswald? He practically ran through the galley and straight into the kitchen, but the boy wasn't there, making him growl in frustration.
He looked down when the redhead touched his arm gently and his body relaxed...she had no idea. She asked if he was looking for Silver and he nodded. She pointed towards a specific wall and he realized what she was trying to convey. He was in one of the storage rooms, probably gathering provisions for the evening meal. They made their way to the storage area and sure enough, the silver haired lad was going through a check list for all the ingredients he needed.
'Silver...we need to talk.'
The boy glanced his way briefly before returning to work and like the smartass he was, he said they talked all the time...what made this time any different from the last?
'I didn't know who you were the last time or any of the other times before that...Erin Clarence Oswald.'
'I'm sorry. Did you just say Oswald? Silver, was Clare your mother?'
'You knew my wife?'
'If you're referring to Clare Ravenwood Oswald then who do you think raised her?'
They both looked over at the oddly silent silver haired chef that currently had his back to them.
'I'm not Erin Clarence Oswald. He died when he was eight years old. My name is Silverfrost Jones.'
'Erin...'
The room began to ice over, the temperature dropping drastically and swiftly. The cook of the Jolly Roger turned just enough so that they could see his face. He had tears in his eyes, tears of rage.
'I am not Erin...because Erin was nothing more than a defenseless child that watched his big sister be tortured and raped right in front of him! Erin was a child that was powerless to stop the bastards from killing him in front of his godmother! I am not the boy that she *gesturing to the ginger* nearly killed herself trying to save.
*tears slip down his cheeks* I am Silver Jones, a child of the sea and snow. I am the son of the Star Child and her God of the Sea. I am the man that can go toe to toe with the Scourge of the Sea, the Chef of the Jolly Roger. I am finally the person I always wanted to be, someone my papa would be proud of...I am the son of Killian Jones.'
That did it...the Captain of the Jolly Roger crossed the room and pulled the boy into his arms, embracing him tightly and never wanting to ever let go. All this time, his son had been alive. That didn't really explain how he had met the boy prior to his demise, but since it was impossible, he knew the Star Child and her Guard were involved. Speaking of which...he turned to look at her but she was no longer there.
'*releasing him* You had best go find her before she goes spiraling into another depression. *asks why* My mother crossed paths with a woman she had believed was in an abusive relationship. So...she did what she has always done. She was kind. She gave the woman two pieces of advice.
The first was to get out. If you don't like the situation then remove yourself from the equation, but as most women commonly do, she said that she could never escape him. Thus leading into the second piece of advice...the only power anyone has over you is the power you give them.'
Those words...he recognized them. Hook had used them to describe the crimson haired woman, but going further back in his memories...he inhaled sharply, his eyes widening as he realized why they had struck such a familiar chord...Milah. Milah had disappeared and was gone for almost four days. Upon her return, he had snapped at her and she looked him square in the eyes, saying those exact words.
That single moment of defiance, grit and determination...that was what started it all and he realized that the woman he had truly fallen for was Artz. After that day, Milah's personality had shifted radically and he now knew that it was nothing than a farce. She was pretending to have the same kind of personality that both Artz and Clare possessed because she knew that he would be sucked in by the lie, blind to everything else.
'After what happened at Port Rhianna, Emma regressed her age to that of a ten year old girl so she could grow up with me, but before she did, she told mother about that fucking bitch. It took the combined efforts of quite a few people to keep her from dropping like a stone or blowing up a planet.'
'Are you saying that she blames herself for the destruction of Port Rhianna, for what happened to her daughter, for your...death?'
'No, she blames herself for being kind, believing that it was her kindness that got hundreds of people killed. That it was her kindness that destroyed Emma and killed me, but the worst thing of all...she believes that it was her kindness that shattered your soul. And to find out that you're my father...'
He didn't have to say anything because the Terror of the Deep didn't need to be told. He kissed his son's head before begrudgingly leaving the room in search of the impossible woman that had saved the life of his only child. He immediately went above deck to speak to Mister Smee. If anyone knew where the redhead had went, it would be William.
He didn't even get a chance to speak, his first mate gesturing to the crows nest high above them. As hiding places go, it was a damn good one because even if you knew they were there, you would have a hard time getting to them...unless you were him. Killian Jones knew his ship and he was able to get up there quite easily...though it did mean that the crew would to redo some of the rope.
He looked inside the nest and sure enough, she was there. Her arms were wrapped around her legs and her face was buried in her legs. She looked so small, curled up like that, and so very fragile which was quite the contrast to what he was used to seeing from her. He climbed into the crow's nest and sat down next to her. They sat there for some time before she finally raised her head enough to speak, her hair preventing him from seeing her face clearly.
'I would say I'm sorry but I don't want to be slapped again. It doesn't make it any less true though. The one thing I never wanted to do was hurt you and yet...that's all I ever seem to do.'
'Am I right to assume that we knew each other in the past...and possibly the future?'
'Yes...for both of them. My past is your future. You, my Captain, and my Light...the three of you saved my life. You literally saved me from the end of the world, the world I originally came from that is. *multiverse?* How did...Emma...of course she would.
As for your past, I ran across you quite by accident. I was taking Graham on a pilgrimage so that he could meet the people that he would one day lead. We were walking along the beach when Graham suddenly took off and I had to keep an eye on him otherwise a war was going to break out.
When I caught up to him, he was being held by a boy with eyes the color of the ocean and when I learned his name...I can't even begin to tell you how happy I was. You never did tell me how we first met. You did say that I came on a bit strong after you had become a pirate and tried to jump your bones every chance I got, so you can blame yourself for that.
Okay...you are just sitting there, letting me ramble away like an idiot. Aren't you mad at me? It was my kindness that destroyed your life!'
He pinned her to the floor of the crow's nest, bit of a tight fit but that did not stop him from kissing her. She tried to push him away but her attempts were half hearted at best. He kept her head in place with one hand, the other wrapping around her back to pull her closer to him. Unfortunately they did have to breathe which made them separate far too soon for his liking. He stared directly into her eyes.
He remembered everything his wife, his Swan Lake, and his son had said about her though he hadn't known it was her they spoke of at the time. His son had spent night after night with Hook, talking up a storm about the Star Child. Every time he returned to Port Rhianna, Emma would regale him with tale after tale of her mysterious mother with a heart like no other. Clare...his beloved Clare had been raised by her godmother, said godmother being the woman currently pinned beneath him. She always said that her godmother was her personal hero, the woman she aspired to be like though her godmother always insisted that Clare add her own flair because she didn't want Clare to be her. She wanted Clare to be Clare.
'Don't speak, just listen. Thank you. *attempts to speak but he silences her with another kiss* I'm serious, love, because of you, I had the privilege of loving and marrying one of the most impossible women in the world. Because of you, I was able to become a father. Because of you, I have made life long friends like William and Emma. Because of you, I have learned that just because something is dark does not mean that it's evil. Because of you, this body still lives. Because of you, my shattered soul was born anew and is stronger than it ever was before. Because of you...my son is alive, he is a good man, he is strong and kind...he doesn't hate me for not being there, for letting him die.'
'He did once but then he forgave you once he realized that the only reason why I was alive after saving him...was you. *looks at her in confusion* You have not yet been named or granted your purpose because you are not ready to receive them but you will. *still confused*
Third Captain of the Blood Guard, Commander of the Shield Corps, The Terror of The Deep. Poseidon of the Prism Guard and he is my God of the Sea.
That's who you will be one day but only when your own soul has deemed you ready. You already possess the brand, just as my Captain did. He needed to accept who he was meant to be in order to be claimed, but I don't know what it is that you need to do. You wouldn't tell me in the future. You just kept saying over and over that in order to become my god of the sea, you had to shatter a mirror that was not your own.'
Killian could only stare at her, for many reasons. One...he was Poseidon or would be at least. Two...he was a water elemental or would be because Silver had said that Poseidon was a water elemental. Three...he was somehow able to travel through time, into the past to save Artz, and subsequently raise his son. Four...he had to shatter a mirror that was not his own...Hook. No...no way in hell. He may not fully trust the man but he sure as hell believed that he loved the Star Child and he would never do anything that could take him away from her again...once was enough, thank you very much, lesson learned.
He pushed those thoughts away as he lowered his head and kissed her again, gently and full of unexpressed emotions and desires. He pulled back when he got a bit light headed, only to realize that they were no longer in the crow's nest but in his quarters...on the floor to be exact. He looked at her and was immediately entranced by her eyes. They were glowing with ethereal light from within and sparkled like stardust. He smirked, causing her to frown.
'You really shouldn't have done that because I'm going to show you exactly how I feel.'
Artz: And....CUT!!!!!
Hook: Seriously, wench?
Artz: Not good?
Poseidon: Leave her alone. She's got a headache. Besides I absolutely love that bit with Silver. Bloody impactful that was.
Hook: She still petered out at the end.
Poseidon: She usually does. That's why she breaks it up into so many articles, to limit just how much that situation occurs. Doesn't like inflicting bad writing on people.
Hook: Just bad grammar and spelling.
Yuna: Now hold up one damn minute! Its not her fault that the phone can't keep up with how fast she types. It doesn't even register some of the words despite the fact that she actually did type them in!
Artz: *wanders off to find some media, leaving them to argue as much as they want*
I loved the foreshadowing in this brilliant post! Thanks for sharing! :)
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