Killian POV

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Shaking my head, I stepped onto the deck and walked to the edge of the Jolly Roger. The wind blew through my short hair as I closed my eyes. When her face came back into my mind, I groaned. For years, I have been having dreams of (y/n), the young woman who had shown kindness to a complete stranger and who was willing to give her life in order to save others. Even though I hadn't seen her since that night, she hasn't left my mind.

Now, she was the reason I was outside, trying to clear my head. I had had a dream, though more like a memory, about (y/n). Cora had ripped her heart out and was crushing it enough to make her scream in pain, but not enough to completely destroy. It was like Cora was making both (y/n) and I suffer. I could still hear her screams in my head; I knew that it was something that would never leave my mind.

I sighed, looking out at the ocean before me as my mind remained on (y/n).

"(y/n), wherever you are, stay safe," I muttered. "I'll do whatever I can to help you."

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