"Teach me how to sail."
The voice came from the steps leading up to the helm, surprising Hook. Looking down from his position behind the wheel, he could see Emma peeking her head up. "What was that, lass?"
Emma sighed, climbing up the rest of the stairs before standing right next to him. "I'm going stir crazy down there with my parents, I can't stop thinking about Henry, and I need something to distract me before my head explodes, so," she said, placing her hand on of the wheel's pegs, "teach me how to sail."
Hook knew she'd almost worried herself to death the first night they were there, and it had only gotten worse with the passing days without a lead to finding Henry. Stepping back away from it, Hook offered the wheel to her. "Be my guest."
Emma moved over, gripping the pegs of the wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white, and Hook laughed. "You're going to bloody break those if you hold onto them like that." Standing behind her, bringing his hand up to hers, he lessened her grip on the peg. "You're an extension of the ship, and she's an extension of you. Now," he said, bringing his mouth to her ear, "take her one notch starboard."
"And starboard is right?" Emma asked, going that direction anyway, her eyes falling closed at his voice in her ear.
"Aye, that it is." His hand trailed up from covering her to moving her hair from her shoulder, placing a small kiss on the newly exposed skin. "Now, why did you really come out here?"
Emma sighed. He didn't even have to look at her to read her like the open book she was. Turning around, she looked him in the eye, before taking his face in her hands and kissing him soundly. "I want to forget."