Emma Swan stood at the prow of an old-fashioned ship, scowling at the choppy, windy, dark grey sea. The boat dipped down suddenly, causing Emma to stumble forwards and grunt slightly as her stomach hit the rail.

"Careful, love. Don't want to have to tend to your broken ribs, not when we have a mission ahead of us," said a low voice behind her.

Emma scowled. She tried to turn around without tripping, but it turned into more of a flop from the abrupt movements of the boat. When the boat reared up from it's dip down, he slid forward, and right into the waiting arms of a certain pirate. The angle of the boat made it very difficult for her to stumble out of his arms.

"That reluctant to be in my arms? Oh Swan, you have a lot to learn."

Emma glared at Hook. She didn't dare say something in return, because she was panting from the arduous task of staying upright, and any words would be breathy and ridiculous. Hook smirked at her, and she gritted her teeth in frustration. Somehow he could stay up just fine without having to clutch to anything for support. Emma took a deep breath, narrowed her eyes at the door to the cabin and below-decks, then made a valiant attempt to reach it. However the Jolly Roger's decks were too unstable for someone unaccustomed to the sea. Hook looked at her, and she just glared at him some more, daring him to make some smart and flirtatious remark. But to her surprise her just went over and offered his hook for support. She felt a little odd taking it, but with his help made it to the cabin. She gratefully sat down on the bench inside, away from the wind. Hook didn't follow her. He stayed out to steer.

Emma sighed and listened to the shrill gusts tearing at the sails.

How had she ended up on a ship with just an insufferable pirate?

Well if things had gone according to plan, Regina, Mary-Margaret, David and Gold would have been there too. But things had not gone according to plan. The others had somehow disappeared when the ship had gone through the portal, and Hook and Emma had ended up in a storm, in some land even Hook had never seen. Emma was anxious to get back to... to somewhere they recognized!

She took a deep breath, and then stood up and went back outside, pulling her coat even tighter around her. Great, it was raining now.

"Hook! What the hell is this?" she yelled over the storm.

"No idea! The only thing we can do is keep sailing! Get a rain jacket from that chest," he gestured to a large wooden chest. "Can't have you catching cold."

Emma raised her eyebrows. Old fashioned boat with rain jackets? She discovered a black jacket, more of a windbreaker than anything.

"What about you?"

Hook just smiled, and looked ahead. "I'm fine, this is my life! I'm used to it!"

Emma stumbled over to the pirate, not completely on purpose but not against her own will either. She thought about grabbing the helm for balance, but decided to try and stand for herself.

"I wouldn't try that, love. You still have land legs. Why don't you hold on to me instead?" Hook's voice sounded from by her shoulder. She shrugged him off, and focused on her position. It didn't last long, though, because suddenly they were falling through darkness. Emma felt a hand wrap around her waist and pull her close to Hook. A blind fear spiked through her. What was happening to them?! She grabbed at Hook's jacket as the boat's stern tipped downward, and Hook and Emma slid with it. Luckily Hook jammed his hook into the floor, so they were hanging vertically but flat against the floor of the ship. Emma clung to the captain, not thinking about who he was just that he was her lifeline to the ship. Then in a blinding, stinging, itchy flurry of sand they came crashing down unto… a desert? The Jolly Roger was stuck in a sand dune, stern down. Emma and Hook slid down and landed with a great "Oof!" in the hot sand.

"Where…" Emma began. Hook still hand his arm wrapped around her, but she moved away, flashing a slightly grateful smile. He had just saved her life, after all. Hook just looked away slightly.

"Well we seem to be in a desert in the middle of nowhere!" the captain spun around on his heel. "And I see some people. Maybe they will be willing to help someone like me,"

"And why is that?" Emma interrupted.

"…If I'm in the company of a woman like yourself."

"Just come one," said Emma, feeling slightly awkward.

Hook started walking, then turned and handed her a sword. His sword. "Try not to kill anyone I like, mainly myself and you."

Emma nodded, and started walking. Hook followed, and they stayed like that until they were able to see whom they were trying to reach. A girl, woman really, and a young man were sitting on a carpet in the middle of the desert eating most delicious looking food. Both had dark skin and dark hair. The man had odd, poofy white pants, and a large white shirt. A floppy looking hat with a feather was next to him. A monkey jittered on his shoulder. The girl had pants similar to her companion's, only hers were turquoise and had a more feminine look. Her shirt was cropped off and had no sleeves, her long black hair tied in loops behind her.

Emma expected Hook to make some flirty comment, but he just stepped a tad closer to Emma herself.

"Who are you? And what land is this?" the captain asked.

The two looked up, and smiled.

"Jasmine and Aladdin, please to meet you!" Said the man.

Emma groaned. Disney? Really?

Hook looked at her. "I presume you know these people?"

"Only from cartoons. But maybe they can help us…" She took a deep breath, then asked "Could you take us to the palace?"