of pirates and/or princes
I had to do something for CCF, in anticipation of Sunday’s finale. I’m on mobile so no formatting, and I apologize for no cut. But thanks to @shipsxahoy for looking this over!!
Another night, another tavern. In the days since their unexpected and undesired arrival in the Enchanted Forest, David and Killian had sought out any means to get back home to Storybrooke—and, most importantly, Emma and Henry. It was a position they’d been in all too many times, and Killian especially was near-frantic in his need to get back to his wife.
(Wife. David’s daughter was a wife. His best friend was now a husband. There were times that he had to pinch himself because he was just so damn happy for them—and all the more determined to see them reunited.)
After exhausting the normal routes—fairies, generous witches, Regina’s vault—Hook was quick to suggest that perhaps they turn their attention to the less-than-legal ways of acquiring magical items, with which he was all too familiar. Which was how David found himself accompanying the pirate to all manner of disreputable dive in their quest for something—anything—to let them travel realms. He generally let Killian take the lead, as he was the one who actually had any skill in dealing in this apparently convoluted black market that David didn’t even know existed. But all leads thus far had ended up dead ends.
Tonight, they found themselves near the docks of one of the coastal villages. David was having an odd sense of deja vu that he actually had been to this bar before, but that train of thought was interrupted by Killian’s cursing.
“Bloody hell…he made it back.” He was staring across the pirate-filled tavern at a dark corner, where a rowdy group of men looked to be playing dice.
“Blackbeard.” The disdain with which Hook uttered the name was only rivaled in level of disgust when he was addressing the Dark One. David’s hand instinctively went to his sword; this man couldn’t be good news. Before he could say anything, though, Killian plowed on. “Come on; let’s talk to him.”
“Are you crazy? You just sounded like you wanted to murder him.”
“Aye, I do. But he has unusually sticky fingers when it comes to magic beans, and the last I saw him, I’d left him in Neverland. He has to have something.”
David let Killian take the lead, following closely behind, as had become their plan of attack. The name Hook still rang fear into the hearts of many of those they encountered, and even if it hadn’t, his profound skills of charm and intimidation did the trick. If anyone noticed that a fearsome pirate captain was now accompanied by a prince, they didn’t dare comment on it.
“Jones, is that you? Manage to fight off the little boys, I take it?”
“At least I fought, instead of running off like a coward. What cockamamie scheme got you out of Neverland?”
“Seems unfair to mock my methods when they work. Especially when something tells me you’re after one again.”
Though David stood behind where Killian had taken a seat, he could see the tense set of his shoulders and the clench of his jaw. And he was really starting to hate this Blackbeard bastard, too. He cautiously stepped closer, not because he didn’t trust Killian to keep his cool, but because he was concerned what the other pirate might do.
“Tell me how you did it,” Killian demanded through gritted teeth.
“Why? So you can get back to that woman again?” David’s hand gripped the hilt of his sword and Killian sat up straighter. “And what do you even have to offer? The ship that you already owe me?”
“I can get it to you now.”
“Save it,” Blackbeard snarled, standing. David came a step closer, but Killian motioned for him to stop. Why wasn’t he standing his ground? “You come in here, acting all high and mighty and expecting me to help you out again. All that got me last time was chased through the woods by some adolescents and forced me to use my last bean to get back.”
Killian’s fist was clenched and David swore he could see the wheels turning in his friend’s head. He was the cleverest man David knew, but Blackbeard was clearly dangerous, so the prince quickly had to form a plan of his own.
“My advice to you, Hook?” Blackbeard sneered. “Get over the girl, and get out of my sight.”
“Or what?” Killian spat back.
“Or I make you,” Blackbeard answered, drawing his sword and leveling it at his foe. “You soft-bellied, heartsick, simpering—”
“HEY!” David finally roared, charging in. “That’s His Royal Highness, Prince Killian of Misthaven to you!”
The pirates—both of them—stared at him, slack-jawed.
“Mate…” Killian started, shocked and soft-spoken, but he was cut off by guffaws from the other man.
“Prince Killian? Ha!” Blackbeard was laughing so hard, he dropped his sword. “A pirate turned a prince! That’s the most ridic—”
His speech was halted by the sudden presence of a blade at his throat—David’s, and he wasn’t letting up.
“I’m guessing you’ve already probably got several strikes against you, being a pirate. I can’t imagine murdering a royal would look good, should you happen to be arrested by the local law enforcement—who I happen to be in charge of.”
“So: can you help us or not?”
“N-no, Your Majesty,” the pirate stammered. “Like I said, used my last bean.” David pressed his blade harder; the man was withholding information. “B-but, there’s a beanstalk not far from here. That’s where I get them.”
Without a word, David turned to leave; he heard Killian’s steps fall in behind him a moment later. They had another mission and knew without speaking that they needed to get to it as soon as possible. But that annoying voice just had to shout out one more time.
“Love made you soft, Hook. Don’t think that you’ll ever be welcome ‘round these parts again.”
They stopped in their tracks, and David turned to look at Killian, who was studying the floor in brief thought. He then faced Blackbeard and pointed. “Why would I want to hang around a group of lonely, pathetic men? Don’t let me see your ugly face again or I will unleash the full wrath of the Royal Family upon you.”
Killian turned on his heel and plowed past David out of the tavern. David glared at Blackbeard one last time before following.
Outside, they mounted their horses and headed back to the castle, settling into a comfortable silence as they rode into the night.
Finally, Killian spoke up. “I appreciate your help, mate; Blackbeard is a terrible son of a bitch and brings out the worst in me. I was ready to slay him on the spot.”
“Hey, what are fathers-in-law for?” David replied, shrugging it off.
“I especially appreciate you making up that bit about me being royalty. I’d no clue that bastard feared the crown so.”
David was taken aback—Killian didn’t know? “You think I made that up?”
“Wait—what?” He was clearly surprised.
“I wasn’t lying about that. You’re married to a princess; that’s your title to use. How do you think I got mine?”
Killian was in silent thought for a moment before finally observing, “I always thought Captain would be my only title; my crew the closest thing to a family. I'm…” he trailed off. “I’m happy to see that’s changed.”
David couldn’t see his face clearly in the dark, but he could hear a shy smile. He clapped him on the shoulder, commenting, “I’m glad, too.”
“So. Off to a beanstalk?”
“Yup. And remind me to find you a crown from the royal stores before we head home,” he teased.
He expected Killian to jab back, but only thoughtfully added, “Can you grab one for Emma, too?”
“Of course. But first, Your Highness, let’s get that bean.”
“Aye, Your Majesty.”
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