I'm thrown into a mounted desk in the quarters, giving evils at the pirates before they slam the door and turn the key in the lock. Why did I even agree to this? I knew I could never trust a pirate. But what else does he want with me? He's had my treasure, my company...surely.

There's no point trying to escape.

One-I don't have any way of getting a key.

Two-I don't want to ruin this ship and make it sink, I'd just be in more trouble.

Three-I have no idea how to get back to my home.

I sigh deeply in frustration. Whatever Hook's got in store for me, it'd better be quick. And I hope it's death-What have I got to live for now, anyway?

My worries drown my thoughts and I slump onto the bed and don't bother pulling the sheets on me. Sometimes eternal night is helpful; I fall asleep almost straight away.

Something isn't right. I wake to someone's lips on mine, and push them away, hearing a crash before I open my eyes. "Killian?! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" My attacker stands up, almost making himself  fall. When he stumbles towards me, I stand myself, meeting his eyes. Their sparkle has gone, and a dark pool replaces it. Before I can speak again, he holds he down and kisses me again and again. I haven't felt an embrace quite like this before, and realise. I press his shoulders like I'm about to kiss him back, but instead I push him to his feet and hold him away from me. "Killian. You're drunk."

"No I'm not!" He smirks drowsily. "You just don't like being close to me."

"I don't like being close to a pirate who lied to me," Tears come to my eyes. "crushed the only thing I had left from my family, crushed my heart, then locked me in a dark quarters-No!"

He points to my heart. "You sound just like Milah."

"Milah? Who's Milah?" Oh, who am I kidding, he can't understand me. Why do I care anyway. I release my grip on him when he goes to kiss me again, and head to the door. I turn the golden handle, but it's locked tight. "Bugger." I whisper under my breath. If I was with Killian in any other situation, I would be fine with it. But not like this.

"Where's my rum?" He mumbles, shuffling around to search for some. When he turns round, I see glisten of the key on his belt. Before reaching for it, I turn to the source of sunlight; the window. Just in the distance I can see my town and the docks. I peer down at my shoes, trying to come up with a plan. Then it hits me. I could knock him out, but that would be too loud and too obvious to the others I'm trying to escape.

"Killian?"

"Aye...luv?"

I sigh again. "I lied. I do like being close to you."

"I knew it-" He slurs, but I grab him before he could finish, and kiss him as vigorously as I can to distract him from my hand reaching towards the keychain. My finger locks around the metal ring and I gently pull it off and clutch it in my palm. Then my gaze turns back to Killian, and I realise...I don't want to leave. But I have to. I don't want a life with him like this. I try to step back, but he pulls me closer and my heel catches on glass. Out of the corner of my eye I notice it's the rum bottle he was looking for. 

The keys tight in my hand, I slide it ontop of my foot just as Hook starts to remove my jacket and it slips down to my elbows. Then his hand shifts to my dress' corset strings on my back. I smirk and push him away again. Tutting, I say, "Oh, Hook. I'm afraid you've got the wrong idea." I kick the bottle up, catch it and smash it around his head, sending him tumbling to the floor. I chuckle a little, unlock the door and swing it open, smelling the fresh salty air. I throw the keys behind me, not looking to see where they land, and step on the edge of the Jolly Roger. "Hey! Stop!" I recognise the voice and turn to the stub, the smirk not vanishing of my face. "Goodbye, Smee."

I lean back and the water surrounds me. My head ducks above the surface and I glide towards the tavern. Towards home.