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Emma's POV

She had Hook exactly where she wanted him, and he didn't suspect a thing. She knew that her plan would only work if she was the only one who knew it, she couldn't even tell Mary Margaret because she was simply too pure of heart to go along with such a plan. To Emma, it didn't matter what she had to do, as long as she got back to her son in one piece.

She knew she needed to get under Hook's skin further; and in any way possible. Emma couldn't help but notice that the pirate was affected by her, whether it by hate or attraction or perhaps some mixture of both and she planned to use that against him. She just had to hope that Hook wouldn't realize what she was up to.

As Emma was walking back to her quarters, she couldn't help but to think that maybe she should just go along with what Captain Jones said. But, alas, Emma couldn't put her trust in a man that she didn't know, hell she couldn't put her trust in the men that she did know. But Hook was a pirate for christsakes! Even though she acknowledged the fact that he was a dirty, lowlife, sexy, pirate… guilt already started to gnaw at her. A guilt she knew she had to promptly disregard if she was going to be able to succeed.

Killian POV

The next morning Killian woke up at first light: alert, prepared, and dare he say it, chipper. It was all because of the trip off of the boat, it put him another step closer to getting his revenge. At least, that's what he told himself. Repeatedly.

As soon as he arrived on the deck of his ship, his eyes met Emma's where they connected and swiftly shot away. Even in the morning she was a fair sight. Of course the blonde would look great at all times, he'd never get any sort of break. Not soon after he saw her mother marching up the stairs and he had a stroke of brilliance,

"Change of plans, mummy dearest isn't invited along for our little soirée. Best march down to bed," Killian rasped out, not used to speaking so early in the morning.

Emma didn't get a chance to respond before her mother jumped in, "I don't know who you think you are Mr. Jones, but you will not separate me and my daughter. Is that understood?"

Killian slowly sauntered up to the pixie like woman and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she flinched away from his touch, "Emma, deal with your mother. Why does she think she can tell me what to do on my ship. But in case she's forgotten, you're both on my ship, in my land, and I can tell both of you exactly whatever I want to tell you to do," he continued, "otherwise you can find your own passage home. Off of my ship and into the water."

Mary Margaret's eyes burned with fire that was almost burned him to look at, and altogether shocking. She was definitely not as docile as she seemed. She took a breath to speak but Emma cut her off, "Mom, I'll be fine. Hook and I have made a deal. I will be back and he is our only choice. Please, just wait here."

Her mother looked at Killian and then at Emma, her gaze returning to him. "If she gets hurt, killed, or you don't return Captain, I will find you and end your life. No one gets in between me and my family. Bring her back, or I swear to you, you will regret it," Mary Margaret growled at him, somehow pulling a dagger and pressing it against his stomach in warning.

"Fair enough lass. Now put down the pointy thing and say good-bye to your daughter, yes?"

Emma and Snow walked off onto a further part of the deck, muttering words and throwing glances at him before they eventually embraced and broke apart. Emma returned to him, backpack on and ready to go.

"Alright, dear. Follow me," he said walking off in front of her, towards the front of the ship. Without looking behind Killian walked to the very front of the ship, climbed over the railing and jumped. Emma rushed to the side of the boat to see where he had fallen.

The Captain smirked back from the water, hair wet and somehow still afloat with all that leather on. He motioned for her to join him, and in that moment he recognized a look of fear again in her eyes, just before she jumped into the water.

When she came up he said, "Why, Miss Swan, are you afraid of a little water?" And she looked around the water before she was able to reply.

"I'm not a very strong swimmer. Living in a big city you don't need to learn how to swim to get around. And I especially can't swim far," she muttered, looking down at the water.

Of course she wouldn't be good at swimming, "Get on my back. Wrap your arms and legs around me and I will swim us wherever we need to go," he said as he turned around.

When he felt her legs wrap around him, her body pressed firmly against his back, and breath in his ear he began to think that maybe this wasn't a very good plan at all and that he signed up for more than he should have.

Emma POV

Was he a fucking idiot? Of course Emma was a strong swimmer, she was dropped in the middle of a sea and was still alive. However, his stupidity was her gain as she slowly pressed herself more snugly onto him. It seemed like they were at the sea for hours, and the sun had hit the sky bright, marking midday.

"Jones, you must be tired. Let's take a break, heaven knows I'm tired too," she said making sure her lips brushed his ear.

She saw him gulp before he replied, "Excellent idea. If you would so kindly as remove yourself from my back, I would be able to."

Emma dislodged herself from his back and smiled to herself. She would slowly drive him crazy before this swimming trip was over, and she knew what she needed to do to help aide her quest.

"Killian. Take off your coat and shirt, I'll put them in my bag. It can't be easy travelling with all this extra weight," she looked at him expectantly until he sighed and began to take off his coat and shirt.

Once his shirt and coat were secured in her bag, Emma promptly took off her shirt. Leaving her clad in a bra facing Captain Hook.

"Excuse me, lass. You seem to be forgetting something on your," he stuttered as he motioned to her upper body wordlessly.

"Get over it Jones. The shirt is getting destroyed by the water. You're lucky, I don't take off my bra too," she may be trying to get under his skin, but compromising herself too far was not going to fly in her book, "now are you ready to go or not?'

"This isn't the way I imagined getting you out of your shirt, but I guess it will have to do," he said, turning back around and smirking.

She smiled as she slid onto his back, making sure she first placed herself too high on his back, forcing herself to literally grind herself into the proper position. Emma wasn't going to lie, Hook's skin on hers wasn't altogether unpleasant, especially when she felt those muscles for herself.

"Ms. Swan, I don't understand why you're breathing heavy. I'm the one doing all the heavy lifting." Emma could hear the smirk on his face. And she couldn't help but to blush in response.

"Shut up, Hook. And just keep swimming."