I could feel something warm on my neck. It was strange but pleasant. "Mmm" I sighed contently but froze when I realized where I was.

"What's wrong?" Killian asked and he tightened around my waist and he kissed my neck again.

"Nothing..." I muttered. Right now, my head was screaming at me to leave, but my heart was telling me this was home. In Killian's arms, on our ship. That was home. It was like there was a civil war raging inside of me, but the hard part was I was winning and losing at the same time. And I didn't know which side was which. Was my heart winning? Or was my head?

"I wish we could stay like this forever" Killian sighed happily and I twisted around in his arms so that I was looking at him.

"I don't know..." I whispered.

"What, do you still not forgive me?" he asked and I shook my head with a sigh.

"I've tried to explain this before, but you don't listen" I told him and stifled a yawn. Killian chuckled but tried to keep a strait face.

"I'm listening now" he promised and took his hand from my waist and brushed my hair back from my face.

"It's the actions that I can't forgive, not you" I said.

"How is that so complicated?" he asked and I smiled sadly with a shrug. I was itching to kiss him and stop the conversation, but I help back. Now was a good a time as any to talk about it all.

"Because you did those actions"

"To save you" he tried to justify what he had done but he was wrong.

"No, you did it in revenge. Not out of protection" I said and tried to pull out of his arms. But even with his broken ribs he managed to hold on to me.

"Adaline, please. You know that I only want you to be safe, happy and with me. But to do that the crocodile has to go" he said.

"What about Pan? He stabbed me as well? What about Jefferson? He may not have killed me but we got pulled into this curse together. Does that put them both on your hit list?" I asked.

"Pan should be. Not sure about the other guy..." Killian muttered and he seemed to be actually considering it as an option. This is what I didn't like. "Killian. This isn't you. Your not murderous. You may steal, but for our survival. But your not a murderer."

"Adaline" he warned and let me go sitting up. His voice sounded harsher and angry. "You've been gone for a long time. I've changed and so have you if you hadn't noticed. If you don't like it... leave."

Well that hurt. "Killian--" I breathed and my voice hitched in my neck. I pushed my self up as he got off the bed and began pacing around the room. "Please tell me that you didn't mean that..."

"Look I didn't... just..." he sighed and ran his hands through his hair but winced a little as well. "I have to do some stuff. Will you stay here?" he asked and I shrugged.

"I don't know. Why should I? Or should I leave?"

"No!" he yelled and I flinched "Sorry... I want you to stay. But I can't make you" he said and with that he stormed... hobbled as angrily as he could, out of the room. I could hear his heavy footsteps on the deck above. And then he was gone.

I stayed sat, frozen, to the bed for a moment. But I managed to pull my self together, enough that I was able to limp over to the wardrobe, pull out a pair of trousers. Leather. Of course. Paired with a fresh set of boots, that didn't have arrow holes in them, and a top I was ready to go. Wherever I was planning to go. Mary Margaret and David wouldn't want me around particularly after what happened... yesterday?

I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep for. Killian had gone, wherever. Belle no longer knew who, she or anyone else was. I don't think we were ever the best of friends. Henry and Emma where gone and I couldn't follow without ending up like Belle. Regina was god knows where. I stood on the dock, the sound of the ship creaking behind me, and I realized that no matter how hard I tried. Everyone around me seemed to walk away.