For Ursula

[itsapirateslife]

There was an apartment somewhere in the city for him. How very kind of this particular curse to provide, he thought to himself bitterly. And a curse it was indeed. It may not be one of the Evil Queen or Peter Pan's doing, but it was keeping Hook from where he needed to be and that counted as a curse in his mind. But when he'd asked for directions after receiving his packet of information, which was stuffed into one of the many pockets of his coat, it hadn't been to his apartment but to the ocean.

There was no ship under his boots but the sea still felt more at home then any bar or apartment could. He'd found an old dock that seemed abandoned and was sitting on it's end, drinking from a bottle of rum that he'd 'liberated' from one of the bars he'd frequented since arriving. Finally, he was starting to feel a bit more at peace, a bit more himself. This was far closer to home then he'd been in a while, or at least as close as he could be without the Jolly Roger or Emma.

His eyes were so drawn to the horizon that he was pretty much oblivious to anything else.

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[paythetoll]

She'd lost track of the days.

As deep down as she could go, Ursula had made a cozy little home for herself on the bottom of Darrow's ocean. It wasn't the deep, dark, cold she longed for, but it was enough. Enough to remind her who she really was, and where she really belonged. She stretched her tentacles, gossiped with the fish, longed for a kingdom to call her own. But in those long hours, she realized that perhaps she didn't need to look further than the shores of Darrow for subjects to rule.

When she finally crawled out of the sea, wearing the girlish face she'd become accustomed to over the last two years, she came upon a stranger.

Trident in hand, she arched a brow, her lilac dress sparkling with beads of sea water. "Looking for someone?"