"What the hell are you doing?!" Emma cried, clinging to the handle above the door and struggling to resist the urge to squeeze her eyes shut. She was sure that if she did, they'd end up in the ocean.
"You told me to press the brake, love," he answered snappily, shooting her a glare and not lifting his foot as they shot crookedly down the (blessedly, empty) street.
"Keep your eyes on the road!" she growled immediately, "And for Gods sake Killian, you're hitting the gas. We've been over this. Gas, go."
"It isn't my bloody fault I can't decipher between two identical pedals, Swan!"
They swept dangerously close to the sidewalk, where Archie was contentedly walking Pongo, and Emma let out an involuntary strangled noise as they just barely brushed by him.
"I swear to God if you don't put on the brakes this second—" the rest of her sentence caught in her throat as Killian slammed the bug to a halt, sending both of them jolting forward. She took a moment to catch her breath, shooting daggers towards the pirate in the seat next to her. She was going to absolutely kill David for getting her into this.
"You are a pirate," she finally said, narrowing her eyes at him in disbelief, "You can sail and fly a damn ship. Why the hell is this so hard for you?"
"Well, love," he began, and she could tell by his sarcastic smirk she was in for it, "Unlike this monstrosity, the Jolly has controls that make a touch of sense," his eyes met hers, now filled with laughter, "And if I recall, you couldn't even pull her out of port last week, milady."
Her eyes narrowed further.
"The Bug isn't a monstrosity," she retaliated, ignoring his jab at her own skills.
"The Bug," he scoffed under his breath, and Emma re-attached herself to anything she could hold on to as he returned his lead foot to the gas.
