#lookingforacrocodile

Kaitlyn woke up to the sound of the neighbor's kids playing in the backyard. She smiled a little at their carefree antics and burrowed further into her blankets, deciding to stretch out her morning in just a little bit longer. But that's when she heard it. A shout, from one of the children, clear as day: "Merry Christmas!" Damn it. Kait's eyes opened and she was forced to face the brutal reality of what today was: Christmas. And that might be a great thing for the majority of this town. For the majority of this town it was a day filled with love, joy, happiness. Santa Claus. But when you were an orphan like Kait, there was no one to celebrate with. No one to put up a tree with, or exchange gifts with, or hang stockings with. When you were alone, it was just another day. A day which Kaitlyn despised. With a sigh she emerged from her bed, shivering as the winter coldness that lingered in her apartment hit her. She made a B line for the kitchen, whipping up a hot cocoa with cinnamon in record time. She returned to her bed, mug in hand, wondering if she could just sleep through the day and wake up on perfectly normal December 26th. She grabbed her phone to check her text messages, and found that she didn't have any new, only one from James from yesterday. Her heart flipped in her chest as she saw his name, and she hated the organ for it. But she did wonder what he was doing today. Was he seeing family? Friends? Coworkers? She debated for a moment, wondering if this was something that people did, before deciding to throw caution to the wind and just do it. Kait took a sip of her cocoa as she typed out a message.                 [ text---> James ] Did you know that about 230 home fires are                                                caused by Christmas trees every year?

Smee had told her it would take a moment to retrieve the map that he had found for her so they had both gone to his ship while Emma observed how the snowflakes were starting to come down a little more violently than they were supposed to. "The Captain's back earlier," Smee noticed, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing - Smee had told her that everyone was at the tavern that night - "You stay here, I'll go ask the others where did they put my bag. I was sure it was in my cabin." "Alright," Emma shrugged, safe in his cabin and covered in blankets. She heard Smee tell the Captain that he had a friend waiting for him in his cabin and was going to go for an errand, and then he was gone. Minutes passed as Emma read one of his books but got bored quickly, and mostly distracted but how bad the storm was getting. Would Smee be alright? She decided to venture on the ship on her own while staying below deck, one blanket around her cloak, and had barely reached the corridor when she heard other footsteps. She turned around quickly, candle in her hand, "Hi... I'm... Smee's friend," she introduced herself, realizing only after a moment that the Captain was really not what she had been imagining. No beard and scary face, for once. "Emma." 

Looking up, she immediately recognized the face and her eyes widened.

//*gross sobbing* YES FAMILY FEELS And Killian teaching both of them to fight, and pirate bbs, and notches in the helm for height. UGH.

... yes. yes. one thousand times yes. COME TO ME AND LETS DO THIS.

// Yeah, 3 years of this kind of shit, and it's hit a pinnacle. Thank you though~

                   ❛❛ I don't suppose you're                     here to speak to me. ❜❜

// This POS condo we live in hates kids and dogs, and are making up a bunch of lies trying to evict us. We have to go to court to defend ourselves.  I don't need this stress. I was just in the hospital with heart palpitations, and a rapid/irregular pulse. This shit is going to kill me.