Then it’s just them and the ship, sails and sea, and when Emma opens her eyes, the sun is warm and king, beating down lovingly instead of hiding behind clouds of ice. Killian wraps his arms around her, holding her tight before he kisses her cheek.
“This is the world I’ve always wanted to show you. Not curses and castles, but the beauty of the sea.”
“It smells nice.” Emma sheds her winter coat and hangs it near the door below deck to put away later.
“You haven’t even seen the beaches.”
“Do I need a swim suit?”
He tilts his head and then smirks. “Not where we’re going.”