Killian Jones

I’m sorry love, there’s no sign of him. I know you’re worried but he’ll turn up, he always does. He could have avoided the curse like I did or ended up elsewhere in this town, there’s other possible explanations for his absence. I’m sure he’s fine.

Aye, I know but if he can survive all that time in Neverland with that demon running around, I’m sure he survived this. He’s a tough lad, he always has been. He’ll show up. In the meantime, we should figure out how to get everyone’s memories back, perhaps we pillage the Crocodile’s personal belongings. He always was one to take anything he wanted so I wouldn’t be surprised if he had something.

Yeah, well, I hope you’re right about that. I’d hate to lose him again… for good this time.

Pillage his belongings? To figure out who cursed everyone, you mean? I doubt Belle would like us doing that to a guy she loved just after losing him. I don’t exactly see eye to eye with Gold, but the least we can do is let the man be at peace for a bit before we start poking and prodding around his stuff.

Although I suggest it’s best you ask as we have a bit of a complicated history. I can’t see her assisting me. 

Perhaps, I do wonder what she found so trusting in me but I won’t complain. I’m just glad to have her back.

Concrete jungle? Strange. I can’t image what people would see in a place like that when they could be somewhere more rural or live by the sea. I wouldn’t swap my ship for New York City. And I did not see any wild animals but I did see some curious people who could be mistaken for one.  So what are your plans, love? Are you staying in Storybrooke?

Yeah, I’m staying here in Storybrooke and and I’ve been living in the town hovel called an apartment. I refused to stay with Blue and the others at the convent. As you know, I’m definitely no nun.

I think I’ve gotten the hang of living in this world, trying to figure out how I can make myself useful. I’m still getting used to my magic here. I’d show you what it’s like but I don’t want to accidentally burn anything, especially that devilishly handsome face of yours. In the meantime, I’ve taken a liking to fixing up things again, I guess. I’m trying to figure out those motor carriage things at the Garage place. Maybe once I get the hang of fixing those I can help out one of these days.

So how’s the Jolly Roger? Still ship shape as ever?

I do recommend that you don’t burn off my face, that would be a shame for everyone. Perhaps your magic will come naturally, forcing it might not be the best idea. Have you tried talking to Emma about this as I recall that she also has magic, could be something you could work on together. Although she may be a bit busy with this bloody witch running around with her flying monkeys.

And regarding the Jolly Roger, unfortunately she is not here. I couldn’t bring her to New York with me so she’s somewhere in the Enchanted Forest. I’m sure someone has taken her but I’ll get her back one day. We’re never apart for long. 

Lady Bell, always a pleasure. Aye, that I did, not entirely sure how I managed to get her to drink the potion so fast, I was a stranger to her. Perhaps I swayed her with my good looks and charming personality. But New York’s a curious place, it does make me wonder what the Old one was like.

I’m not surprised in the slightest that you were able to convince her. Maybe has to be more than your good looks and charm but I’m glad you’ve survived it all. 

I don’t think there was an Old York. I haven’t been there, of course, but from what I heard it’s almost like a jungle. I’ve read it’s also called the “concrete jungle”! Did you see any wild animals?

Perhaps, I do wonder what she found so trusting in me but I won’t complain. I’m just glad to have her back.

I’m sorry love, there’s no sign of him. I know you’re worried but he’ll turn up, he always does. He could have avoided the curse like I did or ended up elsewhere in this town, there’s other possible explanations for his absence. I’m sure he’s fine.

He raised an impressed eyebrow at Tink ordering a full bottle of rum for them to drink, his eyes taking her in as she threw the coins at the barmaid. Still the same feisty fairy he met all those years a go in Neverland. Killian wondered where she got that money from though, he doesn’t recall hearing that fairies get paid to cast magic spells or whatever it is they did. He wasn’t too familiar with what they did, they rarely helped pirates.

“Thanks, love,” he said, pushing the tankard away from him with his hook, “I think we need it after escaping that demon child.”

One thing he told himself all those years a go was that he’d never make his way back to Neverland. No matter what the circumstances. It took him centuries to leave that cursed island and nothing would have made him sail right back into Pan’s grasp. .

He wasn’t sure how it happened but he agreed to escort a bunch of heroes right back to that place - with him as his guest. Not only that but they managed to leave Neverland a week later and defeat Pan. If someone had told him this years a go, he’d laugh in their face. But he left that island a changed man, a hero, a pirate that was now questioning his life in the Enchanted Forest.

The barmaid brought over the bottle and an extra tankard for Tink and left them alone, waved his hand in the direction of the drink, “ladies first.

Killian ran a hand over his face in thought about his ship. He missed the Jolly Roger a lot, she was his most prized possession and a reminder of his late brother Liam, “And regarding my ship, I have no doubt our paths will cross. She’s a marvel and well sought after amongst pirates so I’m sure someone has her right now. But I’m the rightful Captain so I’m not taking any second-rate ship to take her place.”

Tink glanced at Hook as she began to pour the rum for herself and for him. She understood his attachment to the ship as she noticed he had indeed changed. And sadly, not for the better. He did not have the same devilishly handsome spark he once had when they had met in Neverland. It was as if she could see herself in him when she had lost her magic and her wings. However, not only did he lose the Jolly Roger, but also his love, Emma. 

It must have been devastating going through such an ordeal. She knew Hook was more than a pirate, after all. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was a hero. However, she knew better than to remind him of the good deeds he has done since, as she had said before, what real good did it do for him? She could not help but sympathize with him but that was the last thing he needed to know. Their friendship had always been quite unique in that sense. They never dwelled upon their grievances as they often decided to engage in activities that would distract them. Except this time, it would be only over a bottle of rum.

Still, Tink was curious about what sort of Pirate adventures he had gotten himself into. “So, what have you been doing in the meantime? More plundering, I assume?”

“Aye, a fair bit,” Killian topped up his rum already, his eyes shifting up to Tink. What he liked about her was that she didn’t judge, she may have before when they first met but that was common when people come into contact with a pirate. Now, he can tell by the look on her face that she seemed genuinely to care for him and this was something new. Someone caring for him but he usually brought that on himself. “I am still a pirate after all. But you on the other hand are not, which begs the question as to why you’re in a place like this.”

He’d admit that he didn’t know where fairies lived, where they resided or what they did but he was sure that they didn’t drink in dirty taverns. She may have lost her wings but he remembered that she now had magic again, Tink could help anyone. Maybe it was time she helped herself and made a life she wanted. “There’s quite a few bilge rats scuttering around here so you should keep an eye out,” he told her before having another swig.

Things were back to normal now as if nothing had changed. Everything was exactly as it was when he left and his crew was excited to start pirating again when he burst through that tavern door weeks earlier. All they had to do was find the Jolly Roger and they were back travelling the high seas, taking anything they want and discovering new shores as they journeyed through realms.

But one thing had changed and that was him. No longer was he seeking out revenge for what the Dark One did to him nor was he interested in pillaging towns and finding companionship with women. Something didn’t feel right, as if he lost interest in his old life or didn’t fit the mould anymore. It was because he didn’t have her anymore. And Killian wasn’t just talking about his ship.

Drowning his sorrows in a tankard of rum, he asked the barmaid for another, rubbing his face with his hand as he decided what to do now he was back to his old life. A life he considered leaving behind not that long a go. He had to shake it off because he was a Captain and the crew were relying on him. Getting back to Emma is not an option so he had to move on.

He heard a familiar voice and looked up at Tink who had wandered over and taken a seat opposite him. Killian wasn’t in the mood for a heart to heart right now, he’d heard enough hope speeches from the heroes to know they don’t mean anything. Seeing how it all ended for everyone was proof enough.

“It’s a ship, love, another pirate took that the second I lost it. She could be anywhere,” Killian looked up at her, noticing that she ordered too, “so what does a fairy drink in taverns exactly?”

“Fairy ale?” A soft chuckle escaped Tink’s lips. “What do you think?” She motioned toward the pirate’s cup. “I’ll have what he’s having and bring the whole bottle. It’s on me.” She threw in a few coins that she had obtained for helping a few well to do families fix some household items that had been destroyed with the curse. Of course, it was not exactly the fairy way to accept payment but who was she to refuse when they gladly offered? 

She frowned at the news of Hook losing his ship. She understood how much it meant to him and could not imagine no longer seeing the pirate sailing the seas. “I’m sorry. Hey, I’m sure you’ll find her again soon. In the meantime, how about taking another ship? I know it won’t be the same but at least you’ll sail the seas again.”

“Thanks, love,” he said, pushing the tankard away from him with his hook, “I think we need it after escaping that demon child.”

One thing he told himself all those years a go was that he’d never make his way back to Neverland. No matter what the circumstances. It took him centuries to leave that cursed island and nothing would have made him sail right back into Pan’s grasp. .

He wasn’t sure how it happened but he agreed to escort a bunch of heroes right back to that place - with him as his guest. Not only that but they managed to leave Neverland a week later and defeat Pan. If someone had told him this years a go, he’d laugh in their face. But he left that island a changed man, a hero, a pirate that was now questioning his life in the Enchanted Forest.

The barmaid brought over the bottle and an extra tankard for Tink and left them alone, waved his hand in the direction of the drink, “ladies first.

Killian ran a hand over his face in thought about his ship. He missed the Jolly Roger a lot, she was his most prized possession and a reminder of his late brother Liam, “And regarding my ship, I have no doubt our paths will cross. She’s a marvel and well sought after amongst pirates so I’m sure someone has her right now. But I’m the rightful Captain so I’m not taking any second-rate ship to take her place.”

Tink understood it was not easy for everyone who had returned from Storybrooke to adjust to life back in the Enchanted Forest. It was not like everyone was back to living their former lives as if the First Curse did not happen. Nevertheless, the fairy was determined to seek those who needed a little bit of help despite the usual strict tasks they were required to do under Blue’s orders. Surely, no one should have to sacrifice their life for another in order to just have a little bit of food on the table. As a tinker fairy, first and foremost, she tried not to rely too much on her magic to do the most simple tasks. After all, magic always came with a price and it should not be the only way to solve all problems. She had learned that lesson the hard way, of course. 

After having helped a family rebuild their farm with her tinkering skills and a bit of magic, Tink was off on her way to seek out an old, hook-handed friend. Upon arriving at a tavern she could see Killian was on his way over. Why was she not surprised? Nevertheless, he looked like he could use some company. She turned to her human form before entering the tavern and joined him.

“I thought I would find you around here.” Tink grinned at him as she sat down and flagged down the tavern maid to get them both a few drinks. “I figured you’d have found your ship by now.”​

But one thing had changed and that was him. No longer was he seeking out revenge for what the Dark One did to him nor was he interested in pillaging towns and finding companionship with women. Something didn’t feel right, as if he lost interest in his old life or didn’t fit the mould anymore. It was because he didn’t have her anymore. And Killian wasn’t just talking about his ship.

Drowning his sorrows in a tankard of rum, he asked the barmaid for another, rubbing his face with his hand as he decided what to do now he was back to his old life. A life he considered leaving behind not that long a go. He had to shake it off because he was a Captain and the crew were relying on him. Getting back to Emma is not an option so he had to move on.

He heard a familiar voice and looked up at Tink who had wandered over and taken a seat opposite him. Killian wasn’t in the mood for a heart to heart right now, he’d heard enough hope speeches from the heroes to know they don’t mean anything. Seeing how it all ended for everyone was proof enough.

“It’s a ship, love, another pirate took that the second I lost it. She could be anywhere,” Killian looked up at her, noticing that she ordered too, “so what does a fairy drink in taverns exactly?”