Storybrooke
Emma Swan sat at her desk in the station, head resting in her hands. She never expected the notorious pirate Captain Killian "Hook" Jones to give two shits about what happened to her, so when he saved her from from Cora it sort of spun her for a loop. She used to think she was the type of person who knew what she wanted from life, but now that the blasted Captain decided to saunter into her life she wasn't sure anymore.

On several occasions Emma had been snapped out of her daydreams, by her room-mate or son coming to ask her to lunch or if she was going to come home that night and it was starting to get harder to hid the fact that she sort of liked the idea of being a rebel, and that sailing away with Hook was actually and inviting thought.

The sound of heels on the granite floor was what brought her out of her daydream this time and sooner than she would have liked she was face to face with the Mayor and her sweet smelling perfume tickled her nose.

"Sleeping on the job?" Regina asked rather coldly... it had been more of a statement than a question and Emma could hear the tutting in her voice as a smirk curled the corner of her blood red lips.

"Don't answer that...I can see you formulating some sort of lie in your head anyway, I really just came to drop off this...it just needs to be filed." the folder was blank so Emma would have had to open it to see what it was about, but she refused to do so with Regina standing over her like a mother scolding a child. She nodded and placed the folder on her desk and waited for the brunette to leave. As Regina went to comply she turned sharply and looked back at the blond and a sneer pulled at her facial features and she finally made her way back out of the station.

When she was gone Emma took a much needed deep breath, the mayor's distinct apple sent lingering in the station much longer than she would have like and she shook her head to clear it from the haze it seemed to cause. She flipped open the file and tilted her head, slightly confused at what she was looking at. She frowned and closed the file and got up and went to the cabinet and put the folder where it needed to go. Regina was good and she knew how to play dirty... and for Emma that was a very low blow. She quickly finished up at the station and headed out... next stop Granny's.

The Queen Anne's Revenge
Emma's eyes fluttered open...the sounds of chatter and laughter filled her ears. She frowned as the dim light that lit the room burned her eyes as she blinked to let them adjust and she groaned when she went to get up, her body feeling like it had been hit by a Mack truck.

"Well it's good to see you awake... thought you might have been cursed" a voice said on her left and Emma's head slowly turned so it's owner was now in her sight of vision. It seemed to come from a lovely raven haired young woman sitting in the corner watching her, and Emma realized she was in some sort of lavish room and she wondered where she was.

"Where exactly am I?" Emma said her voice crackling dryly in her throat. The other woman tilted her head before standing up and walking over toward the sheriff.

"You are on the Queen Anne's Revenge..." She replied coolly as if Emma should have known that. It took Emma a moment to realized where she had heard that name before and it actually sent shivers down her spin.

"Ok... but if that's the case how did I get here...?" Emma questioned. The last place she remembered being was at Ganny's getting dinner, before heading home, then there was a huge gap where she didn't recal much of anything and it started hurting her head. Emma was starting to panic not really sure what was happening, but she wasn't a fan of not being in some sort of control. When she finally managed to get to her feet she noticed someone watching from the door way. She suddenly felt like she was in big trouble as the boat pitched and she fell back onto the bed.

To be continued

Author's Note: Ok yes I know Blackbeard is a historical figure but for those who don't know that and assume this is a crossover it's not... just a heads up to the people that aren't into following history and such.