The Jolly Roger swayed in the dock, towering over the smaller fisherman ships. It was dark, beautiful, and inviting. He smiled up at his vessel, taking in the greatness before he took her away. He looked back at her, "The name?" He asked, "I renamed it after my brother's passing. God rest his soul." For a moment, Killian's eyes went dark, but he quickly regained his resolve. "Let's get inside, where it's more comfortable." He tugged her hand gently, guiding her to shelter inside of his ship. 

The walked onto the deck, quiet and unoccupied, they were completely alone. Once in the back room, he released her hand, rummaging through his desk and taking off his long coat. This was the first time in days he'd felt the weight of the world around him melt away from his shoulders and leave him feeling calm. He sighed into the darkness of his Captain's quarters. He turned back to the blond beauty in front of him, and his breath hitched, the moonlight gleamed from the window and onto her skin, porcelain and soft. He glided to her, taking his hook and playing with the lacing on her bodice. His eyes found her mouth and he felt transfixed.

"Now that i have you here," He began, "What would be of interests to you?" He leaned against his desk, "We are completely alone."