Chapter Thirteen.

Freya took the time to gather her things as Blackbeard steered the ship closer to the coast and had a row boat prepared for her.
"Have you everything you need?" He asked as Freya climbed back up on deck.
"I have." She nodded.
"Then let's go." He smiled.
"You're coming with me?" Freya frowned.
"My mission to get you to your love would feel incomplete if I didn't see you safely to shore, M'Lady." He shrugged.
"Well, thank you very much, Captain."

The rowboat was lowered by a few crew members onto the water and Blackbeard grabbed the ores.
"What on Earth are you doing?" Freya chuckled. He looked at her, confused. "Put away the ores."
As he did so, Freya put her hand out and moved it in a pushing motion, which spelled the boat to move forward.
"We have a saying back in my realm, Captain." She sighed. "Work smarter, not harder."
Blackbeard made an 'o' with his mouth, nodding his understanding.

On the shore, Freya immediately placed her rucksack down on the sand and began collecting firewood, shortly accompanied by Blackbeard.
"So what will you do when you are reunited with Hook?" The Captain asked.
Freya gave a small smile as she walked, the snapping of twigs under her feet sounding surprisingly soothing to her ears.
"I have no idea. But I don't care. So long as I'm with him, I'll be alright. Plus, my daughter Emma is here too. I'll finally have both of them in my life at the same time. But first thing's first – we have to find her son, Henry." She told him. "He's somewhere on the island. Pan took him."
"Then I wish you, your friends and your grandson the best of luck." Blackbeard said, genuinely.
"Oh Gods..." Freya stopped in her tracks to burst out laughing.
"What is it?" Blackbeard asked.
"I've never heard the words 'your grandson' being directed to me before." The Heretic chuckled.
"Well I'd get used to it if I were you, my Lady." Blackbeard smirked.

With a simple spell, the fire was lit, the black smoke clear enough to see for miles.
"I need to get a message to Killian. They need to hurry up before we grab the attention of someone we'd rather not." Freya's voice was strained with frustration.
"Better get to it then, M'Lady."
Freya nodded; removing the ring Killian had given her and placed it into her cupped palms.
She put her hands to her lips and whispered into it.

Meanwhile, the group drew nearer to the designated meeting point when Killian stopped in his tracks.
"Killian, I know you can hear me." Freya's whispers filled his ears. "You need to hurry; we don't want Pan or any of the Lost Boys to come looking for the cause of the fire."
He nodded to himself, knowing that his Heretic probably couldn't see him, then continued to walk.
"We need to keep up the pace, mates. We don't need any unwanted attention right now." He said, marching towards the front of the group at a determined pace.

"All done." Freya mentally patted herself on the back as she slipped her ring back on.
"You're incredibly lucky, you know." Blackbeard pointed to her as he sat on a nearby rock.
"How so?" Freya tilted her head slightly like a confused puppy.
"After all this time, Hook still loves you and you still love him. Emotion that strong is a rare thing to find."
Freya smiled, toying with her ring.
"I suppose its true love." She shrugged.
"I would guess so." The Captain agreed.

Not too long after, something in the far distance caught Freya's Vampiric hearing.
"I think I hear them." She said, instantly turning her head toward the direction of the sound.
A few moments later, movement could be seen between the thick woodland.
"Killian? Emma?" Freya called out.
"It's us, love." The reply came, just as the group came into view.
In an instant, Freya's eyes welled up with tears and she ran to her love.
They fell into each other's arms, gripping onto one another like their lives depended on it.
"Hello, my Stowaway." He mumbled into her hair.
They partially separated, though still holding onto their arms just above the elbows.
Freya leaned up, moving her hands to cup Killian's face with one hand whilst her other ran through the back of his hair as she brought him in for a long-awaited kiss, so passionate that it felt like fire.
After a few moments, Emma cleared her throat a few feet behind Killian.
The pair parted as fresh tears streamed down their faces. Freya chuckled, never before feeling this overwhelmed.
"Emma." She beamed, leaving Killian to hug her daughter tightly.
"This feels like fate." Emma chuckled, wrapping her arms around Freya's neck.
"We always find each other." The Heretic nodded.
"I think you're just a magnet, my love." Killian laughed behind her.
Freya and Emma released each other, the Immortal instantly finding Killian's hand again as Blackbeard walked over.
"Well, my Lady. Now that I know you're with company, I shall return to my crew a satisfied man." He said as she turned to face him.
Freya released Killian's hand and moved closer to the older Captain.
"I can't thank you enough for everything you've done. Your reward is waiting for you in your quarters. Plus this." She smiled, leaning up to place a small kiss on his cheek.
"Oh Lady Freya, you know all too well how to make an old Pirate blush." His deep chortle echoing through the trees.
"It's the least I can do. Be sure to have plenty of adventures with your crew for me." Freya winked, slightly nudging him playfully with her elbow.
"I shall, indeed." He took off his hat and gave her a deep bow as Killian came over.
"Thank you, Captain." He said, shaking his fellow Pirate's hand. "This will not be forgotten."
"I should hope not. Good day to you all and I wish you luck on your quest to save young Henry." Blackbeard replied before returning his hat to his head and returning to the row boat.

As the night drew in, the group made camp.
That was around when Freya realised she had not been introduced to a few members.
"So, is anyone going to introduce me to those I haven't met before, or am I going to have to guess who you are?" She chuckled as everyone sat round the campfire.
"Well one of them should be pretty easy." Emma shrugged, glancing to the man who hadn't left Snow's side since they arrived in Neverland.
"Ah yes. Prince Charming no doubt." Freya teased.
The Prince let out a small laugh, leaning over to the Heretic.
"You can call me David." He said, holding out his hand, which Freya shook. "Thank you for taking care of Emma for us for so long."
"It's been the highlight of my millennium, I can assure you." Freya smirked, giving a small wink to the blonde sat to her left.
She then looked to the man who appeared to be in his mid to late forties, his ashy, medium length hair shaping his face handsomely.
"Mister Gold." He greeted. "Though you may be more familiar with my pre-curse name – Rumpelstiltskin."
Freya's eyes widened a small amount, recalling all the stories she'd heard from Killian.
"Oh wow. First Snow and Regina putting their differences aside for Henry and now you and Killian?" She looked at her love.
"We have a mutual... Understanding." Killian sighed, poking the campfire with a nearby stick. "Getting my revenge is still high on my to-do list."
"Screw your revenge." Regina scoffed before looking to Freya. "Did you come up with a plan to save my son?"
"Of course. Emma, I'll need some blood from you. I need a blood relation to Henry to locate him and you're his closest relative. Once we've found him, we'll go into Pan's camp, where I'll cast a sleeping spell on the Lost Boys so that we can get Henry out of the way." Freya explained.
"And if Pan's there?" Regina retorted.
"I can subdue him with my magic and from there..." Freya thought for a moment. "I'll improvise. But I'm pretty confident that I can take him. I've had experience with your magic, which I presume is similar to his," Freya paused for clarification, which she got from a nod of Regina's head. "But he has no experience of mine. He has no idea what I'm capable of; therefore, I can use that to my advantage."
"You've really thought about this." David nodded his approval.
"Of course. Our grandson is now officially my new top priority. I'll be damned if I let anything happen to him." The Heretic gave a small smile to Emma, who did the same.
"Come on everyone. We need to get some sleep." Snow commented, standing up to put a few more logs on the fire.
"Good idea. We've got a long day tomorrow." Emma agreed.

A couple of hours later, Freya was curled up in Killian's arms. Finally, after all these years, she felt entirely content again.
"How long have you been back here?" Killian mumbled quietly, as not to wake anyone.
"Only a few days." The Heretic replied.
"And how long has it been since you fed?" He raised an eyebrow.
Freya hesitated. "A few days..."
"Well how on Earth do you propose to stop someone as powerful as Pan on an empty stomach?" The Captain asked, looking down at her as she looked up.
"I was thinking of going on a hunt for some sort of animal before first light." Freya shrugged.
"I have a feeling that that won't be enough." Killian frowned before moving Freya off him as he leaned over for his belt.
He grabbed his knife and took it from its sheath as the pair sat up.
"You don't have to, Killi." His love sighed.
"You need your strength." He pointed out, laying the blade on his palm before enclosing it.
"No." Freya whispered, taking the blade from him, gently.
"You need to feed." Killian used a pleading voice.
"Fine. I just don't need a blade to do that." She raised an eyebrow, a childish smirk playing on her lips.
"Right. I forget." Killian chuckled, offering her his hand.
She put it to her lips and gave it a small kiss before drawing her fangs, piercing his skin.
He let out a short and sharp wince, the tiny inhale through his teeth enough to make Freya feel incredibly guilty. Though, using that guilt kept her in control of how much she fed.
About ten seconds later, she retracted her fangs and took a deep breath, a little amount of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth to her chin.
Killian released a low chuckle at the sight, using his thumb to wipe it off.
Freya took it into her mouth and sucked off the residue, never taking her eyes from his.
"You're a bloody torturess, Stowaway." He whispered, their faces just inches from one another.
She giggled as she released his hand, instantly locking their lips.
They fell back onto the blanket that separated them from the muddy ground, locked in each other's embrace.
Killian was able to detect the metallic taste of his blood on her lips, but he didn't mind. He was just happy she was back and completely his.