Henry woke up to the feeling of his bed shaking. The sudden movement jerked his body, resulting in him falling to the ground with a large thump. He pressed his palms against the floor to push himself up and was surprised when he felt rough wood instead of plush carpet. He immediately glanced around the room, all the memories of Dark Hook kidnapping him flooding his mind. The cabin he was dragged into was a small room with dark colored planks on the floor, walls, and ceilings. There was a twin sized bed with a dark colored wooden bed frame that was nailed into the wall, and a dungeon styled door with a small window in the center of it.

He slowly rose up, his balance unsteady since - he assumed - the Jolly Roger must have been sailing through harsh waters. The sound of thunder confirmed this theory. When he was near the door, a wave swayed the ship, the force causing Henry to trip and fall against the door. Standing up again, he tried looking through the window yet he could only see the murky color of the ocean.

All of a sudden, something came over Henry. His heart started racing, his mind started buzzing and his hands immediately began banging against the door. He screamed for help, the words came out faster than his mind could realize what was going on. Pain ripped through his body as he continued to hit his fist against the door. He stopped, tears pouring down his face as he slid his back against the wall. He placed a bruised hand on his chest as his body struggled to breathe. The world around him faded as he noticed glints of red fog appearing in the room. He closed his eyes, trying to get himself under control as everything went dark again.

When he woke up again, he could feel someone hovering over him. Henry smelled a familiar scent of rum and cheap cologne, which comforted him and for a second, he thought he was back at the Charming's apartment. He turned over, half-expecting to hear Emma's raspy "Hey kid" or Snow's soothing "Good morning sweetie." When he didn't hear anything, he assumed that Hook was going to wake him up and tell him something about the Dark Swan. When he opened his eyes and saw that he was in one of the Jolly Roger's cabins, he immediately sat up and moved away from the evil pirate, who was sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Good morning, dark prince," Hook said in his usual warm tone. He smiled as he waved a glowing red hand in Henry's direction. Henry's eyes widened when he noticed Hook's hand. "You were a bit addled so I had to give you a spell to calm your nerves."

Hook stared at Henry as if nothing strange had happened. Did he forget the way he appeared in Henry's room, intimidated him, and then kidnapped him from his own home? That's not even mentioning the way that Hook had strutted over to him, pressing his body real close to him, just inches away from his face to stare at him. The usual chatty pirate had glared at him in a way that made Henry uncomfortable. Uncomfortable wasn't the right word to describe it. It felt like he was going to hurt Henry in a way that he was never hurt before.

Now, Henry sat alone with his assaulter, in a small room on a ship in the middle of some ocean, and no one would be around to hear him scream. The thought of what Hook could easily do to him made his heart palpitate. The only thing Henry could do to protect himself was to appeal to Hook's inner goodness.

Without skipping a beat, Henry began rambling, "Whatever happened back at Camelot, you don't have to let it make you evil. My mom stopped being the Evil Queen. You can do the same thing. You can be the hero. You can stop my mom from destroying Storybrooke as the Dark One."

Hook sighed and looked down at his hand as the glowing subsided. He smirked before looking back up at Henry, who moved closer to the wall and further away from Hook. The teenager stared at the pirate, preparing himself for what the newest Dark One was about to say.

"I hate to break it to you love," Hook began.

His voice was warm and soft yet his message was the exact opposite. He seemed so much like himself. Henry knew that if he could reason with Hook, now would be the best time. He tried doing that last time, but perhaps Hook would believe the message more a second time. Henry had to have hope that Hook was still in there. If he didn't, then the man on his bed was an enemy and Henry was in danger. The last thing he needed to do was panic again.

"But I'm the real villain here," Hook continued. "Batten up the hatches because nothing your mums or even the crocodile did compares to what I have planned."

"You stopped being a villain," he reminded him.

Henry could see the exasperated look on Hook's face, which made Henry wonder if Hook was going to act creepy again to prove he was evil. Maybe that was the reason that Hook decided to act weird. Henry needed to drop the subject quickly so Hook didn't become angry again.

"And your mother made me one again," Hook quickly said.

It still wasn't clear what Emma had done to turn Hook evil, and maybe if Henry could figure out exactly what turned Hook dark, then he could convince him to let him go. It wasn't a fool-proof plan but he had to think of something.

"You don't-" Henry started to say.

"I heard enough!" Hook yelled, making Henry begin to shake.

Hook glared at Henry in such a way that made Henry hunch his shoulders. The Savior's son wrapped his arms around himself as Hook just stared, baring his teeth and lowering his eyebrows. The poor boy shivered under the intensity of Hook's gaze, his eyes alone could have turned his body into stone.

Similarly to the previous day's events, Hook started leaning closer, so close that Henry could feel the stubble of his five o'clock shadow on his soft cheek. The now familiar feeling of discomfort made Henry close his eyes just as Hook's rum-scented hot breath blew in his face. His eyes popped open when Hook grabbed his face with his one hand and pulled the boy's face near his, their lips close enough to kiss. Henry stared wide-eyed at the pirate, quivering as he watched the corners of Hook's mouth form into a smirk. Just when Henry thought that Hook was going to cross a forbidden line, the pirate growled and said, "I was sparing your life, don't make me regret it." He let go of the frightened teen, quickly stood up, and stomped over towards to the door. He closed the door with a slam, leaving Henry all alone to think about what had just happened.

Henry's eyes began to sting as he fought back tears. His mothers would be displeased if they knew he wanted to cry so badly. Like his blonde-haired mother often did, he took a deep breath, recomposed himself, and tried to distance himself from his emotions. He focused on the idea that his family was doing everything in their power to save him, just like they did when Pan took him to Neverland. Neither of his grandparents or mothers would rest until Henry was safely sitting in a booth at Granny's with Violet while drinking hot chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon.

"Violet," he muttered to himself.

He needed to think about her. If Neal were here, he would have told Henry that focusing on Violet was the best way to stay hopeful. He pictured her dark luscious hair, the top part pinned behind her head while the rest hung loosely from behind. Her hair was nicely contrasted by her tan complexion, her skin was kissed by the sun from spending time riding her white horse under the rays of the brilliant daylight. The next thing he thought about was her dark eyes, those doey brown eyes that made her look so sweet and innocent. After her eyes, her smile - warm and genuine and her soft pink lips, added to her beauty.

Her image in his mind made him momentarily forget that he was kidnapped by his mother's evil boyfriend. The thought of her was as pleasant as getting a hug from Emma, seeing a smile on Regina's face, spending the afternoon riding in the front seat of the sheriff's car with Charming or drinking hot chocolate in bed next to Snow. Saying her name out loud felt as wonderful as all the times he spent with Neal.

Violet was the best thing he could ever wish for. That's probably why he had such a hard time forgiving Emma for using his love for the Camelton maiden against him. He knew if Regina had done the same thing as Emma, he would have forgiven her by now. Emma was the mother that was pure and had a good heart. She was the one he aspired to be. He loved Regina and liked that she had changed, but he knew that she will always wrestle with her dark side. That's why he trusted Emma more than Regina. He just never expected Emma to hurt him. He knew that Emma's heart was darkened now, but her intentions were still good, like when she warned Henry about Hook.

Hook, he thought with disgust.

He needed to know what Hook wanted with him, and he understood now that this wasn't about Emma. Obviously, Dark Hook had a plan that involved him. Was Henry just a bargaining tool to make everyone obey Hook? There was no arguing that Henry was everyone's favorite and that everyone in his family and maybe even the town would risk their lives for him, even Grandpa Rumple would. For some reason, Henry couldn't believe that Hook just needed Henry as leverage. Henry needed to know why Hook said that he was "sparing his life." Was he planning to kill everyone in town and decided that Henry shouldn't suffer? Was there some goodness left in Hook that remembered how much he adored the Savior's son? Regardless of Hook's intentions for him, Henry was sure that he would find out soon.

He was right. After falling asleep to the memory of dancing with Violet, Henry was awakened by Hook's stern voice coming from behind the door. The pirate's English accent softened the anger in his voice, but Henry knew him well enough to hear the anger hidden in his thick British twang. Henry noticed that Hook had removed the wooden board from the small window in the door, which revealed his eyes to Henry. The boy stood up and walked over to pirate, the wooden door acting as a barrier between them, which made Henry feel safer knowing that Hook couldn't touch him.

"Where's your pen?" Hook asked.

Without even thinking, Henry answered, "I'm not using my power on you."

"I didn't ask that."

Hook slid the wooden piece over the window, finally leaving Henry alone. The temporarily moment of relief was cut short when Henry heard the doorknob rattle. He jumped back, staring at the door as he shivered. The image of Dark Hook with blazing red eyes, jaw clenched, and hand bent into a fist, appeared in his mind.

As the knob rattled, Henry's heart started beating rapidly, so fast that his chest started hurting. He placed a hand on his chest, taking a deep breath and trying to steady his heartbeat. Just knowing that Hook was about to take his anger out on him made the poor boy nervous. He had never felt so scared in his life - not even the time when he ate Regina's sleeping curse or the time when he was going to sacrifice himself to Pan could compare to being captured by a Dark One.

Heck, his experience with the Dark Hook wasn't like anything that he had read in his storybook. The closest he could compare his experience to was Belle, but at least she volunteered to go with Rumple and he treated her nicely. Hook had taken Henry against his will and seemed devoted to terrorizing him. No amount of hope or fairy tales could save Henry from what Hook was about to do when he came into the door.

When the door swung open, Henry froze in space as Hook took a step in, glaring at the young boy as his eyes searched him up and down. Henry didn't appreciate the smirk that Hook had when he noticed that he was afraid. The last thing Henry needed was for Hook to know that he could easily be intimidated into doing what the Dark One wanted. He slowly took a step back and walked out, leaving the door open. Henry was glad that he was leaving, knowing that being locked in the room alone was safer than being near Dark Hook. Instead of walking away as Henry wanted, Hook just stood there scowling.

"Come out," Hook spat, before turning back and saying. "Don't make me say it twice."

Henry wasn't about to challenge Hook's threats. He walked up to the door frame, trying to avoid Hook's menacing stare as he came closer to him. Hook started walking through a lantern-lit hallway, Henry trailing behind him, making note of everything he walked past. There were two doors on the left and one on the right.

The hallway wasn't that large, and it immediately opened up to the main area in the interior of the boat. Hook gestured to a small, black, fold-out table with four black metal fold out chairs. Hook took a seat at the table on one side and Henry sat on the opposite side.

Henry watched the pirate reach from under the table, pulling out a silver tray with a glass bottle full of brown liquid and two small glass cups. He placed the tray in the middle of the table before pouring the liquid into the cups. He slid one of the cups to Henry's side, taking the other for himself.

"What do you want?" Henry asked.

Although his phrase could have come across as defiant, Henry spoke softly and respectfully. He looked at the man in the eye for a second, before looking down at the glass that Hook had slid to him. He picked up the glass, staring at the suspicious liquid before setting it back down. Henry could feel Hook's eyes staring at him, so he glanced up and noticed that Hook wasn't glaring at him anymore. Something about Henry's humbleness softened Hook and sparks of his former self-reappeared.

"Have a drink with me," he offered while taking a swig of brown liquid. "That's all."

Henry picked up the glass again and placed it to his mouth. As he took a sip, the pungent taste of alcohol touched the tip of his tongue. He immediately put the glass down and said, "This is-"

"You aren't a little boy anymore," Hook said in a matter-of-factly tone. "Your old man would have done the same at your age."

"Don't talk about my dad."

Henry was surprised how firm the phrase came out of his mouth. From the short time he had spent with Neal, he immediately loved him and respected him. Neal wasn't able to help Henry through the early parts of his childhood, but he was there for Henry during his early adolescent years. He wouldn't let his father's memory be disrespected by Hook.

"Why?" Hook countered. Before Henry could even form a rebuttal, Hook continued, "Because he was a good man? You forgot he was a grown man when he met your teenaged mother. Deserted her in prison while pregnant, and never bother to see her afterward."

"You're wrong," He protested. "He was there for me."

He could feel his heartbeat accelerate as thoughts started piling up in his head. Neal was a good guy. He did the right thing for Emma by letting her go so she could save Storybrooke. He gave his life to save Rumple and would have risked his life to save Henry if given the chance. Hook, of all people, should have known not to bring up Neal. Hook knew Neal when he was Henry's age, that Rumple treated him wrong, that Marian was taken from him. Even if Hook would get angry at Henry for disagreeing with him, Henry would not let another dark one hurt his father.

"You mean after your mom and you stumbled upon him in New York?" said the pirate with a sadistic smile on his face. His eyes were starting to become darker while the air in the Jolly Roger became stiffer. "Face it, laddy. He saw your mother as a little girl he could take advantage of. Wonder if he would do the same to your Violet?"

"He wouldn't!"

"Baelfire's just like the Crocodile," he said with a snicker as he stood, walking over to Henry. He sat on his knees, not so he could be eye level with Henry but to patronize him and make him feel intimidated. "Take a young and vulnerable girl, he uses her and then abandons her. Since the apple doesn't fall far from the tree…" He paused, smirking before saying, "You'll do the same. Once you have that little Camelot girl all to yourself-"

"STOP TALKING!"

Henry jumped up, chest puffed out, fist balled, breathing hard. He drew the line when it came to Violet. If he wouldn't let Hook belittle his father, he wouldn't let anyone say anything about his girl. Henry was helpless in this situation, but he would not let Hook use Violet as a way to intimidate him. Henry liked her, would do anything to protect her, and he had a feeling that she would do the same for him.

Hook stood up, now hovering over Henry. He lowered his voice, slowly over-enunciating each of his words. "You'll take her to your bedroom."

"STOP TALKING!"

"Since you have no idea what the hell you're doing, she'll be miserable. Then, you would realize you don't need her anymore, and you'll leave her just like your dad left your mom, and his dad left Marian and Belle."

"I wouldn't!"

"You'll be a deadbeat father like the rest of the men in your family."

Henry's head spun as he stood in front of his captor, fuming as a memory of a good Hook and him playing in his head. He remembered after Neal died, Hook had come to see him at the Charming's apartment. Hook told him something and made Henry promise not to tell anyone. It was the story of when Hook's father left him and his brother, Liam when they were kids. They were sold to work as servants on a ship until they made enough money to buy their freedom. Hook told Henry that at least his father didn't leave him by choice. The story made Henry feel better at the time and gave him a little leverage at the present moment.

"Deadbeat? The only person that's a deadbeat was your father who left you and Liam-"

Henry was interrupted when Hook's palm came crashing down against Henry's cheek. He just slapped Henry. The stinging feeling in his cheek was a pain he never experienced before.

The boy stood wide-eyed as the villainous man stood over him, sneering as his only hand returned to his side. Hook, the man he would have trusted with his life, had just put his hands on him. Henry had never been slapped by a parent or another adult before. Sure, Regina might have roughly grabbed him but that was only a few times and she always apologized. There was no doubt in Henry's mind now that Hook was dark. He was done reasoning with the newest Dark One.

"Now I am tired of these games with you!" the pirate yelled. "Listen closely, you are going to write that I am the only Dark One that can touch you."

Henry could feel his heart beating faster as Hook confirmed the reason for his capture. This was all about Emma. Hook wanted to hurt her by keeping the person she loved the most away from her. This was not just extremely petty for a scorned lover, but really dark.

Hook knew the whole story. He knew that Henry didn't meet her until he was ten, and he knew how hard it was for Henry to have a relationship with his birth mother - which was against Regina's chagrin for a very long time. There was no way that Henry was going to let anyone take his mother away from him. Not again. It didn't matter if Emma was now evil and did things to hurt him. Emma loved him so much and didn't deserve to spend her life separated from her child. Even if she made Violet reject Henry, he would always love her and forgive her. Hook, on the other hand, wasn't going to get the same amount of love, forgiveness, and chances. He was officially the enemy.

"I won't do it," Henry proclaimed. Although his voice was firm, he took a step back for safety measures. He could no longer trust the man in front of him.

"Don't act like you have a choice," He responded.

Before Henry could respond, Hook roughly grabbed him by the shoulders, making the Savior's son shout. With his one hand, he dragged the poor boy towards the back of the ship, where the cabins were. Henry protested as Hook pushed him down the hallway, past the two closed doors that Henry had noted earlier. The door to Henry's room was open in a way that seemed welcoming to the poor captive.

When they reached Henry's room, Hook pushed him past the door frame, making Henry stumble and fall on his side with a loud thump. Henry winced as he rubbed his side, mentally praying that the pain would subside.

He slowly stood up when he realized that the Dark One was staring at him. He sighed as he noticed that Hook's one hand was on the door, looking as if he was about to slam it shut. He must have been waiting for something, Henry assumed. Or perhaps he was going to hit him again.

This had to be the worse situation Henry had ever been in. He didn't know what was going to happen or when it was going to happen. He was at the mercy of Hook and there was no one there who was going to save him.

The way Hook was staring at him, studying him, Henry wasn't sure if he should say something. Speaking would enrage Hook but maybe if Henry mentioned his reasons for not using the pen, maybe Hook would understand. The last thing Henry needed was for Hook to get angry at Henry for not doing what he was told. There was an angry Dark One was willing to do anything to make someone do what they wanted. That fact terrified the teenager.

"I can't do that to Emma," Henry explained. He spoke cautiously, keeping his eyes down and his voice soft.

It didn't matter what Henry said or how he said it. Hook was still enraged.

"You ungrateful bastard," Hook yelled. "I'm doing this for you."

With that, Hook slammed the door shut, locking it behind him. The sheer force of the slam made Henry jump back, his heart wildly beating and his hand protectively covering his face. Once the sound of Hook's footsteps became silent, Henry took a deep breath and sat on his bed.

He didn't want to consider the meaning of Hook's statement, but his mind was already working on it, uncovering the hidden meanings. Hook wanted Henry to write that Hook could be the only Dark One to touch him. If this wasn't about Emma, then who could it be? Rumple was no longer dark and there weren't any other dark ones besides the Dark Swan. This didn't make sense. What was Hook planning to do? If so, was he planning to protect Henry or preparing to hurt him as some sort of ritualistic revenge against the Charming-Mills family?

Whatever Hook was scheming, Henry wasn't going to use his pen to help him. He would never use the gift that Merlin gave him to help evil. That was the only thing Henry knew for sure.