The pirate

"Moira" the innkeeper shouts loudly down the hall. "Moira, come down!" Moira groans and opens her eyes. The bright horizon had given way to a dark night sky full of stars. The harbor is deserted, and yet something has changed ... a new ship has docked. A ship with a black flag ... Pirates! Moira her heart, made a little excited jump. The call from adventure... she can hear it...

Moira swallows and stands up. She quickly brushes the folds from her red A-line dress. The drooping sleeves played with the shadows on her pale skin. She gently scratches her long black hair and walks downstairs. To her surprise, the inn was packed. "Moira" blows her father. "I need your help. Divide the beer, will you" he asks, and places a jug of fresh beer. Moira nods and looks at the customers. Several men, each adorned with a tousled beard or trimmed mustache, sat at tables. Some are marked with a scar, while others are decorated with gold chains or earrings. Some are accompanied by women with short skirts and open tops. Some whores probably, while others prefer the company of their comrades. Anyway, each couple is most of all loud. Moira notes that every figure is armed. Some are more heavily armed than others. Moira sighs and takes a pitcher of beer in one hand. In the other, she takes two cups filled with beer. Her fingertips touched the cold foam. She hurriedly walks to a table where three men are sitting. Laughing, they make room for Moira, who puts down the cups. Before she could continue, the widest man placed a pat on her buttocks. "Do that again, and you will lose your hand". Moira bites and grabs his hand. The men laughed. "It's funny when you know who our captain is" the broad man grins. Moira rolls her eyes. "Pirates" she sighs and hurries on." You can leave the can love" suddenly sounds in her ear. Sighing, she puts the jar of beer down and looks at the person from whom the voice comes ...

Her heart skips a beat when she stares into his deep blue eyes. His black hair hangs neatly next to his face. His strong chin adorns an unshaven stubble beard, two sideburns, and a stately mustache. "Forgive my crew, my Lady," he speaks with the most beautiful accent Moira has ever heard. Moira blinks. "Eh, that's okay" she answers softly. The pirate smiles. "Killian Jones. But some call me Captain Hook. And what's your name love?" Moira looks at the hook that replaced his left hand. "Moira" she answers hesitantly. "Well, Moira. It's nice to meet you. The day is suddenly more beautiful," he grins. Moira smiles in amusement. "The day is over" "Ai, that it is" the captain replies. "Moira" her father calls out loud. Moira smiles and makes her way to the counter. "Moira, stay away from those men. They are pirates!" Moira rolls her eyes. "You pretend they are going to eat me" she scoffs. "Moira. I don't want you there longer. They are pirates. Stay away from them." Moira sighs. "I thought I had to help." Her father nods. "Here, give those jugs to those ladies. I'll be right back." Moira nods and does as ordered. "Your father does seem strict," asks a familiar voice. "Are you stalking me now?" Laughs Moira. Killian laughs with amusement. "No I had to go to the loom and I happened to have to pass you." "Yes, he does, he doesn't like pirates" Moira mocks. "And you?" Moira smiles cautiously. "You see I know that look. The look of someone who is not in his place." "Oh did you suddenly become a psychiatrist?" laughs Moira. Killian shakes his head with a grin. "I once had that look too. Until I went sailing and visited all countries." "All countries, really now? Aren't you just jacking up your ego?" "Ai, I still have many countries to visit, but I have visited countries beyond your dreams." "Any place outside this village is beyond my dreams" replied Moira softly. Killian looks at her. "Fancy an adventure?" Moira stares into his eyes. She knows she can't trust this pirate, and yet her heart wants to answer yes. Why? Why does she want to go with someone who she has only known for five minutes? She can't leave her father or Alexa yet... Not like this. Or can she? Maybe this is her chance... Her one and the only true chance for happiness... And the life she longed for.

"Moira" her father, his voice suddenly sounded. "I need to talk to you. Come with me to the kitchen", he orders and gave Killian a stern look. Moira smiles at Killian and obediently follows her father. "What did I tell you," he asks sternly, as soon as they have separated themselves. Moira lowers her eyes. "I was just talking." "No, you don't get it, Moira. If he knew who you were ... who you really are ... people would be hunting you!" "What do you mean you really are?" Jacob sighs. I just talked to the blacksmith outside. And we both agree it is time for us to tell you this. Certainly with what happened today. " "Tell me what? " "Sit down, child. "Moira shakes her head and stands stubbornly." Father, what is it? "The innkeeper sighs." I am not your father. Nor was my late wife your mother. She was not allowed to be fertile. And we ... we loved to have a child. But unfortunately, fate had decided otherwise. Until the blue fairy came. We made a wish and she answered. She had the answer to our problems, she said. It was barely three days later that she arrived. With you. But we love you like our own child. Moira I... "He wants to place his hand on Moira's shoulder, but Moira knocks his hand away. Tears are bubbling behind her eyes. She shakes her head quickly." Why didn't you tell me this before? "I didn't want to give you the burden of knowing but" ... "Who are my parents? " " Moira. " " No answer me! Who are my parents ?! " "The blue fairy spoke of your mother and father, but" "Who are they... Whatever I must call you? " I will remain your father. " " Tell me! " "The evil queen and Rumpelstiltskin. " You are their child. Your parents are great villains, with a lot of enemies. And that is the reason why I am strict.

The words stuck in Moira's head like ice water. That explains why she looked that way. Why she was so amazed and why, she put her heart back ..." the fact that she almost killed you today made me realize that you should know this and, above all, that I can no longer protect you. "Moira takes a deep breath and takes a step back." Moira but no worries. I found a solution. I can not protect you anymore, but your future husband can. I arranged for you to marry the blacksmith's son. He is a hard worker and a good man. " You will marry tomorrow" Marry, "asks Moira in surprise and scoff." You expect me to marry him? Someone I barely know? Someone, I don't like? Furthermore, someone, I don't love? " " Moira, he can protect you. You can learn to love someone. "Again he wants to take her, but she throws his hand away." No, stay away from me. You have no right to decide what I do with my life. "Moira her voice is louder than she hoped and some curious looks turn to the kitchen." Moira "exclaims the innkeeper hopelessly, but Moira runs out of the kitchen in a hurry "Moira" he roars again, but it is hopeless. "Love," asks Killian worried. Moira ignores everyone and runs to the stables. Tears were streaming down her eyes. Why. Why didn't he tell her and why? Why did he arrange this? Marriage? Moira doesn't want to marry. Not yet. Not him! All her hopes and dreams... All broken. She is the daughter of the evil queen. A villain... And the dark one. The most powerful and most evil man ever.

Tears stream down her cheeks as she falls hopelessly on a hay bale. Sobbing, she lets everything out. She doesn't care if anyone hears her. She has to ventilate. Why had he kept this from her? Why had he kept this? And why does he just decide her life like it's nothing without asking?" Moira" sounds a soft voice. "Moira" whispers Alexa. "Alexa" replies Moira sobbing. "Oh, Moira" Alexa whispers gently and hugs Moira. "What's wrong? You can tell me anything you know." Moira sobs and takes a deep breath. Gently, she places her head on Alexa's shoulder. "I ... Alexa I. I am a villain." "Oh, Moira, not at all. Why do you say that?" "The evil queen is my mother." Alexa looks carefully at Moira. "You were adopted?" Moira nods. "I'm wicked. Rumpelstiltskin is my father. I ... Alexa. It hurts so. I can't breathe." "Shh whispers Alexa." "You're not like your parents Moira," whispers Alexa. "It will be okay. I believe in you. I know you are not like your parents. I promise you. I will never, ever stop believing in you." Alexa gently rubs Moira's head. "My dear Moira, I know you. You're not a villain at all. Earlier today you sacrificed yourself. For me. For the whole village. Believe me when I say bad people don't. Oh Moira," Alexa whispers and comforts Moira lovingly. "My sweet darling Moira. You are and will always remain my sister. Hey, look at me" she asks, and lifts Moira her head. She gently rubs her tears away. "Moira" she whispers and smiles. "I promise you... You will find happiness. And even if it is not here, even if it is not with me. You are not a villain. And I do believe in you. I know you can. I know you deserve it. Let me get you some water. I will be right back." Moira nodded and took a deep breath. She rubs the tears from her face with her sleeve.

"Hard day love?" "Killian" gasps Moira. The pirate hiding in the shadows, straightens his body and walks towards her. "Killian I" she starts, but he stops her. "Don't worry. I've heard every word. I know what's eating you. But I have to admit that you're much more interesting to me now," he smiles. "You are so much more as just another pretty face." Moira shakes her head incomprehensibly. Killian smiles meanly and grabs her head. With a quick movement, he bumps her head against the thick post. "Sorry love" he starts and supports her unconscious body. "But it seems I have more than one chance to get revenge on the dark one now. Gently, he lifts her over his shoulder and walks to his ship.