"Alright lass," Hook said motioning for Emma to him behind the helm, and she followed, "So tell me, what drew you to this place?"

Emma ignored his question, (perhaps she didn't hear it) as she went over and stood awkwardly next to him, looking at a scratched out symbol that caught her attention. She couldn't help but run her fingers gently on the jagged scratch, probably made by his hook. Emma peeled her eyes from the distorted symbol to where they were headed.

If Emma didn't know any better she would have thought they were headed straight into the side of a cliff; And she didn't know better.

"Well lass, are ya goin' to tell me or are you gonna pretend to be deaf with me?" Hook asked, his voice careful to not sound impatient, but just enough edge in his voice for her to notice.

"I have a name you know," Emma said irked, she didn't know what it was but she hated the fact that he kept calling her lass like a pet name. Emma Swan did not have a pet name, never had and never will.

"I know," Hook said with a smirk, turning the helm just a fraction, "lass."

"It's Emma! Emma Swan!" She barked, just done with his smug attitude.

"Ah, Swan," He said, letting his name roll deliciously off his tongue as he had done with her first name the night before, but this sounded much more natural; and it bugged Emma. Come to think of it. Everything this man did, irritated her. Everything. She mumbled a bit under her breath as she looked out at the oncoming cliff in their path, but was slightly surprised that it slowly opened into a narrow passage to a hidden cove.

"Now that you've got that out of the way, Miss Swan," Hook said with a teasing tone, "will you answer my question?"

"What question?" she said with a tight voice, turning to him fast, so that her hair swings and the light catches it, shining like gold (that wasn't lost upon the eyes of Hook).

"What drew you to this godless place?" Hook asked, not looking at her but keenly focused on navigating his ship towards the hidden cove.

Emma thought about it. How did she get here? For a moment she forgot, but then everything came back to her. Strange, she thought, I almost forgot how I got here.

"Well, I was watching Peter Pan the movie and I just fell asleep on the couch," Emma said, more to herself than to Hook, mainly because the story for some reason sounded ridiculous, even if it was a dream.

"And these movies, are they enchanted?" Hook asked Emma curiously.

"No, they aren't," Emma said, a hint of disappointment in her tone; and she couldn't believe it, for a moment she wished that movies could take you to the place, but she quickly dismissed the wish. Wishing was for children.

Hook murmured something about movies being bloody useless before he addressed Emma again, "If I'm not mistaken, you're saying that you by no means, wanted to be here or were trying to find a way here?"

Emma looked at him and had to think for a moment, I mean sure at one point she wondered what it was like to live here, but never did she ever have the desire to actually be there.

"No, I wasn't looking for a way here," She said as she absentmindedly stared at the helm, starting to debate whether this was truly a dream or not. She knew she should have woken up already, but this was getting out of hand. Pirates and Peter Pan, with a story line that Disney screwed up. No, it was a dream and Emma was (not so) sure about it.

"Hmm," Hook hummed, letting the new information turn over in his head. He deduced that since this girl didn't come the same way most of the lost boy's did, and that this was a girl (which was a major fact), and Pan must've summoned her for a purpose; and like with Bae, they were going to come aboard his ship and search for Miss Swan.

He looked over at Emma and saw that she was lost in thought, her brows tightened and loosened as she is thought, perhaps trying to sooth an inner quarrel.

"What is a movie?" Hook asked her with his lips curling up into a entrancing smile, turning to her expectantly, hoping to draw her out of her discomfort, "You've mentioned them several times now."

Emma turned to him and chuckled lightly, music to his ears (it had been years since he heard the soothing laughter of a lady), "God, movies, how do I explain them…"

She paused and laughed to herself momentarily, admitting that Hook wasn't entirely annoying, just most of the time, "Movies are, I guess you can say, moving pictures that tell a story."

"Moving pictures?" Hook asked confused, "You mean the pictures move on their own?"

"Yes, well sort of," Emma said helpless, but amused, "they-"

"Captain," A man said, his voice held a tone of urgency, "Your quarters."

Emma turned to Hook and saw that his lips had lowered into a thin line and he nodded to the other pirate, sharing unspoken words, then he turned to Emma.

"My apologize, love," Hook said, giving Emma small bow, "But I have matters to attend to, in the mean time, feel free to acquaint yourself with the ship."

Emma gave him a disinterested nod, as he turned and walked down towards his quarters while the the pirate who delivered the message took over the helm. Emma had no desire to remain standing near this stranger, so she made her way down into the lower portion of the deck, groping the handles of all the doors to see which one's open. She was in luck because the third door she tried let her down below deck. She went down a pair of stairs that lead to the gun deck, then went farther down past the crews quarters and finally made her way to the supplies deck.

"Jack pot," Emma whispered to herself, as she feasted her eyes on the barrels in front of her and she knew exactly what they were and they were filled with exactly what she wanted: Rum.

She walked forward towards one of the walls that looked like a wine rack with bottles of rum and water tucked away. With a sly smile, she grabbed one of the rum bottles, uncorked it and lifted it to her lips. She was no stranger to alcohol, but when she tasted the rum, it was stronger than she thought and she almost spat it out, if it were not for the delicious burn down her throat.

She looked at the bottle, and perhaps it was curiosity, or perhaps it was because she was bored, but she spotted a ladder leading up to a door in the ceiling and she tucked the rum bottle under her arm, then ascended up the ladder. Once she got to the top she almost opened it, we it not for someone raising their voice in the room above. Again she wasn't sure if it was boredom or curiosity, but she leaned her head close to the door, and with occasional swigs of rum, listened intently and eventually finding a slit in the floor boards to watch some of the display through.

"Alec, I told you, I need you to find out what he knows!" Hook said, raising his voice to get the point across. He wasn't mad at the boy, he just didn't want the boy to nurse the idea that he could do as he pleases.

"I tried, I tried" Alec said, his voice flat complimenting his calm exterior but his eyes betrayed him as they flickered to the ground.

"You try my patience, boy," Hook growled marching up to Alec who didn't dare to flinch, "You know something about the girl. I now you do. Tell me."

But Alec stood still, his brown eyes, dancing between Hook and the door behind his boss, but he didn't answer. Hook hated being mad at the boy (he was like a son to him, but he would never say), he was his best informant. But this was business and the boy needed to understand who had the upper hand.

Hook reached out with his metal appendage and grabbed the boy's shirt to pull him close. "Remember boy, I don't have time to play games, and neither am I in the mood to play any."

Alec's eyes focused on the Captain, trying to maintain a stale look, "Remember Captain, my loyalties are easily swayed."

"Alright, Alec," Hook said, unceremoniously let go of the boy. He had to admit that the boy was either stupidly brave or gravely stupid to answer him in such defiant manner. "Had you been any other, youd've flogged and fed to the mermaids," he paused for affect, "but seeing as though I still need your loyalties, I'm going to let you go.

"Except, now I'm going to add another task to your mounting others: I need you to find out if Peter Pan's plan for the girl is apart of a bigger plan," Hook said lowly but with an edge of urgency, "I need to know how much time I've got"

"Is the Captain growing soft?" Alec asked Hook, his voice laced with just enough playful mocking.

Hook ignored the comment and waved the boy away, who obeyed the command, however just before he opened the door, Hook spoke.

"Don't forget, the main and most important task here is to find out if there is a way off this bloody island," Hook said, pulling his flask out and taking a swig. Alec turned to Hook and was going to retort but Hook beat him to it.

"Or I'll have your hand, like the crocodile took mine."

"But then I'll be like you and have trouble wooing the women," Alec said with a light laugh and just like that the hard moment broke.

The pirate shook his head, with a grin. "Get your arse out 'o here, Alec."

"Aye, aye Captain," The boy said turning to the door and leaving.

Hook waited for the door to close before he turned to his desk and replaced his now empty flask for another full one from his desk drawer when he heard the sound of glass shattering below him and the corner of his lips tugged into a smirk.