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Sitting on the cold, hard bench, Captain Hook looked out over the StoryBrooke harbor as the waters began to churn and twist before his eyes, opening their quiet little town to an as yet unnamed threat. Even before the pirate laid eyes on just what it was the portal had produced, he could feel in his gut, in his soul, that it was undeniably going to put an end to his quiet life in StoryBrooke. Finally, the whirlpool slowed and stopped, a huge gush of water erupting from the center and with it came a very large, ornate ship.

"What the devil?" the pirate whispered to himself, leaning forward slightly to get a better view of the admittedly impressive vessel. "Who could possibly be coming through with a ship from another realm?" The small voice in his head told the captain that he needed to find a distinguishing mark, a flag, to identify the arrivals.

Hook fished into the pocket of his coat and withdrew his spyglass, opening it to its full length and bringing it to eye level. He squinted only a moment before he was able to focus on the ship itself. It was beautiful, that much he could admit, built of dark wood with tarnished brass on the railings, several opening allowed him to confirm the ship did, in fact, have cannons aboard.

The ship held an air of familiarity to it, one the former pirate captain couldn't place, but if the hairs on the back of his neck were any indication, it was not going to be a joyful reunion.

"Aye, she is lovely, but it's her captain I worry about."

The captain adjusted his view higher on the masts of the vast ship, his chest tightening as he beheld the image emblazoned on the billowing flag of the ship: A skull and crossbones…..

"Pirates…." the word came out hushed, a mix of excitement and concern as it slipped from his tongue. The awe lasted but a moment before he felt a rage build in him, this was his town. His home.

"Bloody pirates!"

Hook rose from the bench, crossing the well worn dock to get a better look and perhaps locate a captain aboard before she docked. He adjusted his gaze through the spyglass to the stern, focusing on a figure leaning over the edge of the ship with barely a mast line keeping him steady.

Reality hit him harshly as the figure came into focus: dark hair woven into dreads, beads and medallions glistening in the sun, a red bandana peeked from beneath the captain's hat.

The one handed captain grimaced and leaned forward a bit more, losing his footing on the edge of the dock. Strong arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him back from what would have been a most unfortunate fall. Assuming the arms belonged to that of the Savior, he relaxed and turned to thank the blonde only to be met with a solid fist to the jaw.

"Bloody hell! What was that for?!"

"That's for abandoning me to Davey Jones locker, ya filthy bastard!

Looking back at him was none other than the cocky pirate captain he had just been worrying over. "Jack…..Mate, it's good to see you."

This was met with a sharp slap to the face that stung both captains

"I'm not your mate, Jones. I haven't been in over 300 years. You wouldn't know anything about that though, would ya? Having run off here to this realm,huh?" Jack sneered at the man, his one gold tooth glinting in the sunlight.

"What are you doing here, Jack? How did you find this land?" Hook wiped a bit of blood from hip lip as he watched his old, soured friend.

"What do you mean how did I find it? It's Tortuga, ya traitorous rat. This is my port. I wanted a drink." The sarcasm was clear in the pirate's voice though it was clearly lost on his companion.

Hook's brow furrowed in confusion a moment before he snorted "Are you serious, mate? Does this look anything like Tortuga to you? In Tortuga, you would already have a drink in hand an a wench offering services."

"Oi, you daft numpty. I wasn't serious. I came here about you, against my….personal conflictions." Jack took a moment to look around at his surroundings, his brow furrowing as he took in the picturesque seaside town that was a far cry from his scandalous Tortuga.

Hook snapped his fingers at the man to draw his attention "Focus Sparrow, get on with it. What could you possibly need with the likes of me?"

Jack Sparrow was not one for showing fear unless his own life was at stake but his eyes betrayed him to his old friend. "It's about Blackbeard, mate. It's not good….for any of us."

The sound of Blackbeard's name sent a chill down the former Captain's spine and he shivered a bit. There were stories of the famous pirate, of his cruelty and his greed. Captain Hook was lucky to say he had very few run ins with the man, but not lucky enough to be confident it would remain that way.

"Why would ole Blackbeard come here, there's no treasure here? Or anyone who he'd want dead for that matter?"

" He's captured Swan!" Jack says frantically, fear laced within his voice.

"Swan?" Hook repeated the singular word slowly as if to ensure he was comprehending what the other pirate had said. He continued to stare expectantly at the man before him, realizing quickly that Jack had already become fascinated by a passing car.

"Swan?!" The pirate captain stated with a bit more emphasis, drawing his comrade's attention.

"Yes, ya daft idiot! That's what I said! He has Swan!" A hand waves close to Killian's face as though confirming that the man was indeed paying attention.

"You can't be bloody serious mate I just spoke to her 3 hours ago?"

How on earth could she have vanished so quickly?" Hook lifted his one good hand to his temple in concern, his brow furrowing as he replayed his conversation with the Savior earlier that day:

"Hook, what's this about you helping Henry ditch school?"

"Aye, come on, lass. The lad needed a bit of fun. I took him sailing on the Jolly Roger."

"You can't just take him out of school though,. Regina was worried sick."

"I'm sorry, Emma. I didn't think. It's just nice getting to spend time with the lad, that's all."

"I know you meant well, Killian. Just ask next time or I actually will let Regina fireball your ass."

"I'll keep my brains about then, lest the Queen come for my head."

He grimaced as he remembered the ease of the conversation before his thoughts returned to the current predicament. The very real, very immediate predicament.

"Should've Known you'd know Swan too, she's a cheeky lass, but a damn good Pirate!" Jack grinned at the thought of the blonde he so frequently sailed with.

"I think you have the wrong Swan in mind, mate. Emma's never set sail a day in her life. She's not much for the sea or the burning of the sun, as she calls it." The thought that perhaps Emma was not in danger eased the pirate's fear a bit, but there was still the nagging thought that it would be quite strange to find another Swan.

" No, no, no, no Mate! It's you with the wrong Swan! I've know Elizabeth for a good 4 years now! Best wench I ever sailed with!" Jack seemed to contemplate his words for a moment before adding "Um...be a lad and don't tell her I called her a wench. She doesn't take much to it."

Hook grunted at the man and looked at him as though he had grown another head. "I've known Emma for 6 years, mate. She hates the Jolly Roger and she doesn't sail unless she has to. Wait…..Elizabeth? We're not even talking about the same Swan?!" The pirate waited a few moments for his friend to reply before snapping the fingers of his good hand. "Jack! Who in the bloody hell is Elizabeth?!"

Jack grinned a bit and to anyone who wasn't familiar with the infamous pirate, it would look quite a lot like a leer. "She's my Swan, lad! Gorgeous, she is! Blonde and bold and very, very sassy!" He huffed as he thought of why said pirate lass was not his.

"Elizabeth's married to ol' bootstrap's son, WIll Turner, captain of the Dutchman. They've got a wee lad, name's Harrison or something! It's been too long since i've seen the boy….." There was a long moment of wistful thinking before the man blinked at addressed his one handed companion. "Who the devil is Emma?"

"She's my Swan, mate! Have a look."

Hook fished the cellular device from his pocket, a gift from Emma, and after a bit of fumbling, produced a photograph on the small screen of the blonde and her son.

"Bloody hell,that's not my Swan! She is a lovely lass though….tell me, is she….involved?" Jack's eyebrows wiggled suggestively but stilled quickly at the dangerous look he received from the one-handed pirate.

"The more troubling question remains: Why do they share the name Swan? It's not as though it's a name you come across often in this realm or the next" The pirate rubbed his hand over his chin in thought, trying to calculate the possibility that there was another Swan who shared Emma's genetics.

Jack shrugged a bit, beginning to rummage in his pockets in search of his rum flask. "Perhaps they're sisters? Cousins, maybe? Twice removed?"

"I've no clue, but I know a certain Croc who'd know. Keep up and I'll take you to a pub after. Come on!"

Without giving it a thought, the taller man grasped the hand of his friend, grimacing slightly at the gritty feel of dirt on his palm before pulling the man along after him towards the Main street. It was a bit slower going than the Storybrooke native anticipated, but eventually the two men were approaching the door to the all too familiar pawn Shop.

Within minutes, two sets of boots were clumping over the threshold into the small shop, the bell merrily announcing their arrival. Hook knew there was no point in explaining to the Dark One what they sought, it was common knowledge to all Storybrooke residents that Rumple knew all and had the answers to most any questions.

"Well, if it isn't my least favorite pirate." The beady eyes of the Dark One slid from Hook to the man looking hopelessly lost beside him. "I see you found Mr. Sparrow. Very good. Tell me, did you two bond over your love of eyeliner or is that simply an unfortunate pirate fashion?"

Jack snickered at the joke for a moment before the realization dawned on him that he too had been insulted in the little quip. "Oi! I'll have you know that I am Captain Jack Sparrow! Most famous and beloved pirate of the seven seas!"

Rumple's brow lifted minutely in amusement and he leaned on his cane a bit more "I see and yet you're here, in Storybrooke, with a borrowed ship bartered though the sale of a certain compass….."

" Now's not the time for cracking jokes Crocodile! This is serious." Hook snapped at the man who had infuriated him for millenia. "We need your help. Swan could be in trouble."

"Yes,yes. I am well aware of the seriousness of our current situation, Captain. However, you of all people should know…..All magic comes with a price. Which of you is going to pay it?" The older man's lip curled in a bit of a sneer at his long rivaled half.

"C'mon, you rat bastard! Your life is at risk as much as anyone else! What about Belle?! What about your grandson?" The pirate smacked the counter, his rings clicking against the glass and making the man behind the counter narrow his eyes in warning.

"I'm not concerned about Belle, she's safe from all of this. I've ensured it. As for my grandson, I believe his mother and his aunt are the ones you should be focusing on."

"His aunt? So, it's true then?! Emma isn't the Charming's first born." Hook looked bewildered and distraught at having to tell Emma such news.

Rumple held his hand up to silence the man, speaking slowly "I didn't say they were full-blooded sisters, Captain. It only requires one of Emma's parents to have another child. Elizabeth is older, yes, by a handful of years. I would tread carefully if I were you…...finding out which parent is going to be very….enlightening."