Bench Warmers || Emma & James
It was a good thing that Storybrooke Academy was located so close to the water. Killian had spent far too many years at sea to feel properly at home inland. During his first nights at the Academy, he had had trouble sleeping due to the lack of the rocking of the sea. He missed living on sea, but he was used to making sacrifices for his revenge. Soon he would skin his Crocodile, and then he could sail away from this place.
Sitting on the bench on the docks, he knew that he was in too open a place to dare put on his hook, but he kept it close by him at all times in his satchel (along with his flask).
Over the waves he heard the sound of someone approaching. He glanced up. A grin formed on his face. "Why hello, love. Come to scold me again? I'm not on school property, so I can drink as much as I bloody want." Of course, he was completely sober. He only really drank on land.
