A/N: I have been having a lot of feels since the Season Two Finale of Once. I feel as though Killian Jones came back to Storybrooke instead of Hook. Below is what I felt might happen onboard the Jolly Roger.
Hook gripped the Helm of the Jolly Roger, turning it two notches to the Starboard side to avoid the rocks that the Bow of his ship was approaching. He eased off the sails and soon enough she came to a stop in Pirate's Cove. Neverland's moons shone through the sails; the light resting on the Helm, a light breeze ruffled his hair. He was alone on the deck of the ship and quite honestly enjoyed it that way. The last day had been difficult with Rumpelstiltskin on the Jolly Roger, regardless of how long it had been; the pain was still difficult to bear.
There was a creak that came from the stairs as a blonde head emerged from the darkness. Hook felt tightness in his chest something that he hadn't felt in almost three hundred years. Ironically it only happened when she was around. "Couldn't sleep Swan?" He asked her, willing that feeling in his chest to go away. The moonlight touched her face and the breeze that Hook had felt earlier brushed her hair out of her eyes, exposing her neck. He couldn't help but think how beautiful Emma was even though she clearly looked exhausted.
Emma shook her head, looking over at the island not far off in the distance. "It looks just like it does in the movie."
"From one of your stories? I can assure you love whatever you were told, the reality is much worse." Almost instantly, he regretted saying those words. The moment they escaped from his lips, Emma's face was struck with worry for her son. "We'll find him." Hook practically spat out. "We'll set out at first light. Henry is important to Greg and Tamara; they won't hurt him."
"I'm more worried about this island and Peter Pan. Mr. Gold did not speak highly of him Hook." Emma gripped her Jacket tightly, staring ever so strongly, not breaking eye contact with him.
Hook stared back at her, not sure exactly what he should say; the truth of the island could very well frighten the bravest of men. And he had spent many years witnessing the atrocity that Pan had committed on this island; so Hook knew all too well.
Have I told you a lie? His own words echoed through his mind. "Pan, he is someone we should fear. However that doesn't mean that our company cannot survive on this island, you'll remember I spent years here." He started to move towards her, continuing to stare back at Emma just as intensely as she was looking at him. "I promise you love, we will find your son".
"I – I'm sorry." Emma said, averting her eyes from Hook's gaze.
"What would you be sorry for?" Hook smirked, even though he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"For leaving you on the beanstalk, I wanted to trust you Hook. I just couldn't take the chance." There was pain on her face thinking about the past and her actions.
"Anton, was quite hospitable, not at all the beast that I thought he'd be." He moved towards the entrance below deck, passing Emma as he did.
"Thank you, Hook." Emma words waivered as Hook passed her.
Stepping down the stairs, he gripped the handle tightly. Somehow that name, the name that he had been clinging to for over three hundred years. Somehow it wasn't what he wanted to hear any longer. His hook was a symbol of his revenge, a symbol of what he a lost. He was moving past his revenge and putting it behind him. "Killian", he said; his own name sounding strange on his tongue. "My name is Killian."