I’m so excited to finally get to release this chapter! It contains a few of my favorite scenes, a couple of which you got to preview in the snippets. Be sure to check out the gorgeous art by @waiting-for-autumn that accompanies this installment. I hope you enjoy! Thanks to you all for your continued support. Your comments give me life!
Summary: After an unnaturally long life fraught with personal tragedy, Killian Jones has become known throughout the realms as the infamous Captain Hook, an opportunistic ne’er-do-well and one of the most formidable pirates to ride the waves. When he crosses paths with a mysterious young woman with no memory of who she is or how she arrived there, he recognizes the chance to claim a monetary reward that will constitute his biggest score yet. But a journey across the world to get her home leads to a series of adventures that reveal that her value lies in far more than gold and jewels. A Captain Swan Anastasia AU - sort of. (Captain Swan Enchanted Forest AU. Romance, Adventure, & Eventual Smut. Rated E.)
Warning: Brief but graphic depictions of violence, peripheral character death, and smut.
The morning air is warm and balmy, but the breeze that
greets Swan as she emerges above deck is still a great relief from the stifling
heat of the space below. It’s just over
two weeks into their journey, and they’ve crossed into the tropics – the
hottest part of the oceans – with the weather growing steadily less comfortable
with each passing day. The crew has
taken to seeking shade whenever possible, and today she’s elected to join most
of them in going barefoot, her jerkin and gloves also left behind in her berth
and her shirttail fluttering loose.
“’Morning, milady,” Smee calls from above.
She shields her eyes and cranes her head upward to see the bare-headed
first mate climbing down the standing rigging.
“’Morning, Mr. Smee.”
“It’s going to be a hot one,” he comments, jumping
down. He pulls out his red cap and mops
his brow with it before tucking it back into his belt.
Swan rolls up her shirt sleeves, squinting at the eight
o’clock sun and leaning her back against the side of the ship. “Yeah.
Is this typical?”
“It’s been a while since we’ve been in this part of the
world at this time of the year,” Smee admits, sidestepping a passing crewman to
stand next to her. He leans on the
gunwhale and looks out over the azure landscape. “But this is warmer than I remember. The men are talking about sleeping on deck
tonight. It’s getting too thick down
Imagine Shadow has no knowledge of privacy. Usually walk in on someone using the bathroom or pull the curtain to ask a question when someone is taking a shower. On one occasion even walking into a mobian full living room after a shower without gloves and barefoot.
Sonic taught him the meaning after the living room accident.