Captain Hook stood at the helm of his ship with hook upon the wheel and his hand holding onto his telescope as he spied the sinking ship, whose sails were ablaze. "What do you think happened Cap'n?" Smee called up.

"I don't know Mr Smee. Probably pirates" Hook added with a smirk and he placed his telescope back into his leather coat. "Take the wheel Smee," he ordered and the blundering fool took it. Hook walked down the steps from the helm and spied out at the contents of the sunken ship floating past his own. He noticed a series of bottles of rum floating by and motioned to the nearest member of his crew to reach over the ship and grab him a bottle. "A lot can be told about a pirate by what they keep on their ship," he was handed the bottle of rum and inspected it closely. There was nothing on the bottle that indicated whom the ship might have belonged to.

He took the cork in between his teeth and pulled it out and spat it to the floor. He was about to take a drink when he was engulfed by yellow smoke. Hook took in the figure than had materialised before him. A beautiful woman with golden hair tied up high in a pony-tail. "I wanted rum and got a woman, can't say I'm disappointed though," he winked at her.

"Master mine, my will in thine. Tell me your wishes three," once she spoke the words her green eyes rolled in annoyance. She had her hands on her hips and had a very unamused look upon her face. She was garbed in beautiful blue silk Arabian style garments. Hook couldn't help but rake his eyes up and down her.

"I thought genies were meant to come in lamps, in fact you look more like a siren than a genie. Not that I'm complaining, love," he gave her a wink which caused her to roll her eyes again.

"I was imprisoned by the sea witch Ursula, she deemed a rum bottle more suitable to the climate,"

"A wise decision from the mythical goddess. Wouldn't happen to know what happened to the ship over there would you lass?"

"Some people don't word their wishes very well," she stated her eyes not even bothering to look at the burning ship.

"So I have three wishes?"

"Yes. There are rules though, you cannot wish for someone to fall in love with you, bring someone back from the dead or change the past," she listed bored as if she had recited the words million of times before.

"Hmmm," said Hook as he ran his finger across his bottom lip and he looked up through his eyelashes at the genie, "Can't you make any exceptions for the dashing rapscallion before you,"

"You wish," she scoffed,

"Alas I cannot, though, it would be a wish wasted. Anyway I do not wish for any of those things,"

"I doubt that. Everyone wants one of those things,"

"Not me love. Tell me your name,"

"Emma,"

"Just Emma?"

"Emma Swan,"

"Follow me into my quarters Swan we have talking to do,"

"Yes, master," the word master appeared as if it had been wrenched out of her and Hook could see the disgust upon her face at having to say it.

"Captain will do love."