Salt Meets Wound | Chapter 1 - The Plan
It dawn on the ship and Emma is sitting curled up in a blanket looking at the horizon where the sun is on its way up. The waves are crashing softly against the ship.
"Have you been here all night?" David appears behind her with a concerned look on his face. "No," Emma answers without even looking at her father. "No I just couldn't sleep and I wanted some air."
"It's freezing out here." David says. "You should come back inside." He looks at Emma expactantly, but she doesn't move an inch. "I'm fine, David."
David hesitates for a second but decides to sit down next to his daughter. He puts an arm tightly around her shoulders. "We will find him-"
"Please don't say 'we'll always find him.'" Emma interrupts looking at her father for the first time since he found her sitting alone. "I won't. But we will, find him, I mean." He strokes his hand over her blond hair and holds her tighter, lightly kissing her forehead.
"What are you two doing up this early?" A voice behind them interrupts. "It's barely dawn." Emma turns around to face the voice. It's Hook. "Can you just not be here right now?"
"This is my ship, darling, so I'd be a little nicer if I where you." Emma rolls her eyes and stands up, letting the blanket and her father's hand fall off her shoulders. "Then I'll go." She says starting to walk back to her cabin.
"I'd be careful, pirate." David says with a serious look. Hook smirks back. "Aye, I wouldn't want to cause any problems for you... Charming, is it?"
"Good for you, Hook." Davis says and turns and walks away. How very charming, Hook thinks looking after David as he walks back to his cabin.
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Emma lays down on her bed. Well, it's not much of a bed. Just like the cabin, it's small and smells of fish and saltwater. She stares up at the wooden ceiling. It had only been three days since they left Storybrooke for Neverland. The problem is that they landed right into the middle of the ocean, wherever you looked there was just more water. Hook said that he wasn't entirely sure in which direction they should head to get to the right part of the large island. Emma had looked at Hook doubtfully saying that he better be sure, because every second they where here and not on the island was a second longer away from Henry.
A loud knock on the door pulles Emma back to reality. With a sigh she walks to the door. She's almost sure it's Mary Margaret telling her that it's breakfast. No, it's too early. Then it must David checking up on her again.
"David, I told you I'm-" She says as she opens the door. Her jaw drops when she sees who's standing outside. Because it's not Mary Margaret or David. It's Hook.
"What are you doing here?" She asks suspiciously. "You forgot this." Hook says holding up the green blanket she'd curled up in earlier. "I thought you might want it back."
"A blanket? Seriously Hook?" Emma says rolling her eyes. She takes the blanket from Hook. "Well, if this was all you came for then you can leave now."
"Actually, love, there was something else I'd like to discuss with you." Hook looks at Emma, waiting for her to invite him inside. After a short silence she moves and lets him in.
"What's the matter?" Emma asks crossing her arms.
Hook clears his throat. "Remember when you said that you and I understand each other?" Emma nodds, suspicion growing in her eyes.
"Well I was counting on that. You see, Neverland is a strange place, magic there is unpredictable. And people who use magic are even more unpredictable."
"What are you saying?" Emma asks.
"That it changes people, magical people." Hook says. He looks at Emma, dead serious.
"It changes people? Changes them how?" She lets her arms drop. There is a long pause before Hook continues. "It turns you to the darkest version of you. The Crocodile and the Queen might turn on us once we get to the island."
"Wait, what about me?" Emma looks at Hook with a scared look in her eyes. "Will I change too? I'm the savior, I have magic."
"Magic you don't use, am I right? But they just can't resist using magic, that's why they are the problem."
"So you came to me because you knew that I'd agree with anything as long as it means that Henry will be safe and sound." Emma says with a curious smile, figuring people out has never been a problem for her.
"Aye, that I did." Hook admits. "So what do you suppose we do, Captain?" Emma eyes Hook expectantly, waiting for him to present his plan.
"We'll have to make sure they don't leave the ship, if they're stuck here we'll be able to find Henry first and bring him back. Once we leave this place they can't harm him anymore, well, not unintentionally." Hook explains. Emma nods, hanging on to his every word. "Let's start tonight."