Storybrooke. It was….so different than any other world he'd seen. And he had seen many. He and Cora had their own separate agendas, but the town had magic. Bad form, that. She demonstrated more kindness than he thought when she cloaked his ship and brought him the cricket doctor.

He was able to go off alone for while Cora made her plans. After gaining information from the cricket, he wanted to do a little recon of his own. He raised his spyglass to his eye and looked upon the salmon colored house. Not a bad place really. Thought I thought he'd have a castle. Mr. Gold walked past the bedroom window and Killian froze a moment to see what his crocodile was up to. He craned his neck to get a better view. What on earth is he….? Oh, lord. He's touching himself. How disgusting. The vile beast. I should barge in and end him now.

No matter how much he wanted to, Killian couldn't look away. He had to watch. I'm getting to know my enemy. Nothing more. Killian absent mindedly grinded against the tree that concealed him. He looks so…weak. Completely undone. When I catch him I should very much like to make him that way. It looked like Gold kept saying the same word over and over. What is the mantra that drives him so? Thankfully, he could read lips a little.

"….Belle."

Killian stopped. BELLE? His housekeeper? He was utterly furious, though he wasn't sure why. It took everyounce of strength not to go in and slit his throat then and there. I have to wait. Not "go off half-cocked," as Cora would say. The girl is his weakness and seeing as she's not there pleasing him, she must be busy elsewhere. I think the cricket said she worked at the library. I'll need to stop there at some point…. The crocodile had finished. Killian was still all worked up so he quickly returned to the ship in the hopes that Cora would help him relive his tension.

"Where did you slip off to, Captain?"

"I was crocodile watching."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" she said, raising an eyebrow and glancing down at the noticeable bulge in his trousers.

Killian scowled. "I was only eager to…return. To you."

"I'm not an idiot. I admit, sharing a bed with you is satisfactory for both of us. But, all those years you've spent on your revenge? Has your mind ever not been on him?"

"Well…no."

"And there is quite a bit of tension between the two of you. Yes?"

"The kind that makes me want to do all sorts of unspeakable acts."

She looked at him pointedly.

"Not. Like. That. Will you ever drop this?"

"Not until it becomes less amusing."

"Cora…" he said warningly.

"I don't blame you. He is an excellent lover."

"Stop." he unsuccessfully tried covering his ears.

"And magic has its advantages."

"Will you please just help me get some relief?"

"Hmm… No. I have my own matters to attend to. I am not here for your personal entertainment."

And just like that she left. Damn. Why did she have to be so bloody stubborn? He tended to his own needs for the night and then fell into a troubled sleep.