The Traitor's Wish

TTW Ch23

The Knight's Quest tossed across the vicious waves. The sky had been hauntingly black ever since they'd set sail at noon. A storm brewing, but not yet striking its victims. The sails flapped violently in the wind, but fortunately it was a great boost of speed in the direction of Fulvadore. King David was grateful he had sent men there in the first place. He'd ordered them to post wanted posters in every town. And to his luck, that regiment was still in Fulvadore. As soon as he and his men reached the coast they would meet up with said regiment and hunt down the pirate.

Snow White and Regina, much to their displeasure, had stayed home. David wanted no interferences. He knew he was the only one willing to do anything necessary to save his daughter. And to the ones reading this, remember, his only daughter has been stolen from him and a threat placed on her life. You'd be doing the same.

He made sure the crew he brought with him were the most fit for the job. And hesitantly, he'd brought along Dane Hughs. That man would fight Killian as soon as he laid eyes on him, and his rage might lead to his victory. At the moment, he was pompously ordering around the other men on the ship, shouting orders in the blaring wind.

David did not care. Whatever got him to Emma the quickest.

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Captain Hook and his wife Odette strolled through the small market hand in hand. Their arrival in the tiny town of Braxton had caused quite a few rumors. Many about their time at sea, and all the dark things they had defeated. He and his men were pirates, but having such a lovely lady with them did not persuade the town they were vile. Any intelligent person could see clear as day that she was no wench. Hook had no intentions of ever leaving her.

The captain was a tall, dark haired man with a scruffy face. His eyes were the deepest hue of blue, the girls of Braxton all secretly swooned over him (their disapproving father's need not know). But he had some qualities that frightened the townsfolk away. For instance, the sharp, metal hook that had replaced his left hand. Even the house wives talked in hush tones about the lost appendage, when usually they were so quick and loud to gossip. He wore a long leather coat with a red or black vest underneath it, accompanied by leather pants and boots. The cold months of fall were coming upon them, but if there was a particularly hot day he could be spotted without the jacket. Underneath a white, long sleeve shirt. This is when they noticed the odd tattoos. A swirling vine covered his hand and twisted up his arms. Up close you could see it peeking out of the top of his shirt; it disappeared in his hair line. More question sprung up, with no answers for the curious town.

His wife, Lady Odette usually wore a simple dress, but the day they'd arrived she was in a raggedy skirt and one of the Captain's shirt. She was adorned in his jacket as the cold wind whipped through the air. They had stopped at the beach that day, admiring the beauty of the waters. The village could see them and their twelve horses as they walked the beach, and late that night they came in and paid for a few rooms in the inn. Mrs. Anabeth spoke to Hook that morning. He came into her dress shop in the wee hours of the morning and bought two of her dresses for Odette.

The next day he took her back and had a beautiful white dress tailored for her. She wore it as they walked hand in hand down the small street, her golden hair flowing in the sunlight. She was quiet and reserved. In fact, most of this group hardly uttered a word when they were in town. It seems everyone has secrets they wish to keep buried.

They took a walk every day for the month they had been there. Each morning he would buy her a red apple, and she would stare into it, her mind lost in another world. Then they'd both gaze at the apple cart and say, "Thank you, Grandmother." For some of the town, this was all they'd ever heard them say, but there were few that caught mumbled conversations between the two. It made no sense at all to any of them however.