Hi everyone! This is my first fic for OUAT and I am super excited...Captain Swan is one of my favourite pairings =). The plan for this is that it will be a drabble series and so any and all ideas are welcome and will probably be used in a chapter. Enjoy and please review!

She couldn't hear him over the sound of the crashing ocean waves. Sure, she could see him gesturing wildly around from his position at the wheel, but that didn't help terribly much with communication. Hardly an experienced sailor, she was beginning to get nervous as the waves started to get higher and higher, splashing onto the deck and drenching her jeans.

How is this anyone's idea of fun? The thought kept running through her head as she attempted to traverse the slick deck surface to reach Hook. Each step was uncertain - it required her full attention just to make it to the stairs leading up to where he stood. Even with that concentration, the final step still caught her as the deck heaved beneath her. Her left foot caught the edge of the wooden step and she went flying - forward, fortunately. And right into Hook's arms.

"Careful, there, lass," he advised, grinning at her as he made sure that she had her footing before releasing her and returning to the wheel.

"Is this really fun for you?" The question came out before she could stop it. Shivering and soaked, she would almost prefer the drama in Storybrooke to the danger afforded by the high seas.

…

"A ride in your boat? Really? Don't you think that there is enough going on already without taking time off to go on a date?" Emma was incredulous that he had even suggested such a thing. Now was hardly the time for flirting, not when all their lives were constantly being threatened by Zelena.

"Ship, love," Hook corrected her with that charming smile of his that both attracted and infuriated her at the same time – a strangely enticing expression . "And I think that some time away would do wonders for you."

She was touched by his concern, but still argued her case. "I have to learn how to control my magic still, and that won't come without practice. Lots of practice."

He leaned in closer, close enough that she could smell the musky scent of leather and salt. Fitting, and somehow intoxicating. "You'll have a chance to practice. Just one little jaunt?"

It was too hard to say no to the pleading look in his eyes, so she caved. "An hour, tops," she agreed, trying to keep the smile off of her face. As much as she hated to admit it, some relaxing alone time with Hook might do wonders for her sanity.

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"Yes, love," Hook's answer to her question dragged Emma back to the present. "Can't you feel it?"

"...feel what?"

"The thrill. The sea is feisty today - a worthy opponent for my skill."

Shaking her head, she moved to stand next to him at the wheel. "All I know is that I'm not getting much magic practice in." And practice is what's really important right now, not Hook. She felt the need to keep reminding herself of that fact since it was obviously so easy for her to forget.

Ignoring her comment, he released the wheel to his hook only and used his other hand to pull her between him and the wheel. "Try it, lass. It's a feeling second to none." He entwined his fingers with hers and placed her hand on one of the spokes of the wheel.

"Are you crazy?" Her immediate reaction was to release the wheel and step backwards; however, both actions were prevented by Hook's proximity. "I don't know how to sail." That sentence was quieter.

"Relax - I'm right here."

For some reason, that did actually reassure Emma, so she allowed herself to take a deep breath and relax. Immediately, she felt more confident. Marginally, anyway. The waves still made her nervous and, despite her best efforts to keep it steady, though, the wheel continued to shake in her grasp. "What do I do to keep it still?"

"You can't," he replied in her ear. "Just trust the ship. She knows what she's doing."

Rolling her eyes, Emma leaned back slightly so she was pressed up against his broad chest. She had no clue how 'trusting the ship' could help, but she trusted Hook. As surprising as it was, she really did trust the pirate.

"Doing great, love."

Emma smiled at the praise, although she was sure that it was undeserved. Maybe sailing isn't so bad after all.

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