Emma stepped into the ship's deck, letting her mind out of worrying Henry. She couldn't sleep that night, all of her thoughts were fixated on him. She was sure finding that boy in Neverland won't be a walk in the park. Especially with two humankind like Greg and Tamara. She sunked herself in the one-sided chair, stared in the sky into nothing.

"Swan." A familiar manly voice emerged behind her. "What are you doing here?"

Emma turned to meet him. It was Hook, standing in the door entrance going into the deck. His black leather coat covered his body, warming him from the coldness of the night. Emma glanced at him, "What? Is it forbidden or something if I'm here?" She asked, though she didn't care.

"Not usually a princess still awake at this time." He smirked, walking towards her noiselessly.

She rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms around her torso. "I guess I consider myself not a princess."

He continued his remarkable smirk, "Well, it's perfectly fine you're here."

"Good." She answered shortly, twisting his head back facing the sky. She secretly wished Hook would leave her alone in this deck. Another presence in here isn't what she was exactly hoping for.

He lifted his gaze at the night sky too. "What's up there? Nothing special catches my eye."

She exhaled a breath, and stared back to the sky. Her face pinched in concentration in gazing at the sky. She was looking for something that will lead her to a place, where Henry is. "I'm looking for the second star."

"You knew about that? I'm impressed." He smirked as he raised one of his eyebrows. "You'd make a hell of a pirate."

Emma scoffed after hearing his reply. "It's on a children's book. Everyone who reads books would know that."

"Neverland in a book? I would like to see it." He grimaced with one eye, curious about the interesting book myth she's talking about. "What did they say about me, huh? A ravishing pirate that captivates the woman?"

"Believe me, you're not gonna want to read it." She stated, "But I assure you it doesn't involved leather jacket and guyliner."

"Emma!" a soft toned voice came from the door. Emma and Hook found Mary Margaret staring horrifically at them. "What are you doing here so late? I was so worried you're not in your room."

Emma put her hands on her mother's shoulder, calming her from the overprotective panic. "We're not even arrived in Neverland, Mary Margaret. I'm fine."

The skin around her eyes drew tight as she studied the reason Emma crept here in the middle of the night, "And, are you worrying about Henry?"

"Yeah something like that." Emma muttered. "He's the first thing I took responsibility of."

Mary Margaret looked attentively at her daughter. She already knows the feeling of losing her own child a long time ago. It was the worst feeling she ever known. "I know there is little chance that we will succeed in finding Henry. Nevertheless, it is important that we try."

Her hands slowly patted Emma's shoulder, trying to comfort her. "And that boy is a miracle, Emma. You'll find him. You'll always find him."

Emma gave her mother a small beam. "I hope it's true. I just, don't want him to grow up the way I did."

She realized her words could hurt her mother, but it was the truth her mother knew very well. Her childhood is lonely and miserable, without a speck of love. Mary Margaret stared at her daughter truthfully, although she was still taken aback from Emma's word. "I understand. We will not let Henry be all alone."

Emma gave her a sly nod in response, and stared the dull sky back. She was looking for something, Mary Margaret sure of it. Then she suddenly turned around to see if Hook was looking at them or not. Turned out he was busy straightening up a bunch of ropes on the other side. "Actually I want to talk to you about something David and I found in this ship." Mary Margaret whispered.

"And… what is that?"

"Um, not here, Emma. Pretty risky." She leered at Hook's direction. "But you should get some sleep, in case tomorrow we'll land on Neverland." She said in a normal voice.

Emma's eyes wandered back to the darkest part of the sky, as if looking at something she knew there was something threatening in there. "We sure know we can never predict what's going to happen next."

It wasn't a surprise that her daughter didn't believe in happy ending as much as she did. Nobody that lived in the real world has that believe. She closed her eyes before she uttered something in a calmer way. "Yes. However, I believe the ending is going to be as sweet as red apples."

"No. Don't bring the red apples please." Emma shook her head, remembering what red apples have done to her mother and her son.

"Alright. I will go back to David now." Mary Margaret nodded and went back inside of the ship. Hook, who had been kept off, moved to approach Emma. "You miss Henry, I presume." He said in a serious tone, different than before. "How did you find him in Storybrooke?"

He could see her face still closed in thought of something he already noticed, finding Henry, "Not your bloody business, Hook."

"Maybe that could help us to find him." He added. "I can read you like an open book, Swan. There's no use in you to not trusting me."

Not a word came from her mouth. Her mind was lost in the plain night sky that seemed to darken every time she shift her sight, with the cold ocean wind blowing her face occasionally. "You should be used to people not trusting you. You're a pirate and nothing more." She muttered. A part of herself regretted for saying that. She had seen Hook care about others. But she assured herself that he was still a pirate.

Hook was a bit taken aback with her reply. He was tired of people not trusting him just because others said so. "Yes, the pirate thing. But I'm different than others, Swan." He smirked, "Moreover, not every pirate would take some strangers sailed his ship to another land not for his benefit."

She wrinkled the skin over his eyebrows, looking askance at him. "There must be a particular reason why you're helping us in sudden, Hook." Emma concluded blatantly, "Because as far as I know, trusting a pirate is a perilous way."

"Yet at the end of the day, you don't have any choice but to trust me, Swan." He gave her a coy smile, "Chiefly if you want to survive in Neverland."

Emma let out a long breath before she stood up and leave. She was too tired to argue with him tonight, "I probably should get some sleep."

"You should." He grinned, "And you know where my quarter is."

"No, don't even think about it." Emma stepped through the door and left Hook by himself in the deck. Hook silently watched the girl moved away, leaving him without saying goodbye. Just in a moment, Hook gazed back to the sky and found two stars gleaming in the dull, dark night sky.

"Oh Emma, I wish you could see."