Killian slowly resurfaced from a deep slumber. Something was tickling his nose and he could feel a warm shape against him. He stirred and inhaled and was suddenly wide awake. Emma. He opened his eyes and was confronted with an unruly mop of blond hair. She was pressed snugly against him, his right arm drawn around her waist and the fingers of their right hands intertwined. Killian raised his head and dropped it again. Ouch.
He looked around confusedly. They were lying on the cold floor of one of the harbour buildings. How the hell did they get here? The last thing he remembered was falling asleep. Alone. In his undergarments. He looked down and saw that he was wearing his usual attire, including his long leather cloak. He fought against his instinct to just stay still and enjoy this gift he'd been given. Something was seriously wrong and the sooner they figured it out, the better.
He sighed deeply and let go of Emma's hand. He drew his right hand back in order to sit up. Unexpectedly, Emma's hand was drawn back along with his. Emma stirred and opened her eyes, still unfocussed from sleep. Meanwhile, Killian was staring at their hands, transfixed. Some sort of bright green vine was spun around their wrists several times, effectively cuffing their hands together.
Emma sat up suddenly, all trace of sleep gone from her eyes, replaced by alarm.
"What the hell, Hook?"
Killian cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Well, it looks like we have been transported to the harbour somehow. And then there's this." He raised his right hand. Emma narrowed her eyes at the green vine.
"What did you do?"
"What did I do? That's your first assumption? I didn't do anything, love."
Emma jumped to her feet, which meant that Killian tumbled forward ungracefully, drawn up by his right arm.
"Oy. Watch it, lass."
"How did we get here?" Emma was looking around as if an answer might pop up out of the shadows. Killian got up slowly, awkwardly pushing himself up on his hook.
"I have no idea. But I do have a suspicion who we have to thank for this." He pointedly looked at the vines connecting their wrists. Emma let out an exasperated sigh. "Zelena?"
"Who else?"
Emma narrowed her eyes. Killian could almost see her running through different options in her mind, forming a battle plan.
"Ok. Here's what we do. We find something sharp to try and cut this with", she raised her right hand in emphasis, "If that doesn't work because of some magic protection, we go to Regina for help."
She started walking in the direction of the town centre, but was brought up short when Killian made no move to follow her.
She turned around, more than annoyed with the situation already. "What?"
He grinned at her and raised his hook. "Found something sharp." He tried to wedge the hook in between the layers of vines.
Emma drew her hand back suddenly, almost resulting in a cut to her wrist.
"Be careful with that thing!"
Killian scoffed. "I know what I'm doing, love. I've used this for a while. Please stop fidgeting."
Emma raised her hand again and held it as still as possible, looking unconvinced. Killian tried again, but the vines seemed impervious to the sharp point of his hook.
He sighed and gestured at Emma to lead the way. "I guess Regina it is."