Emma looked into the mirror. She looked quite beautiful in the dress Killian had picked out for her. The color, even the design complemented her, but there was one thing; Emma was a pants-kind-of gal. She huffed. "Guess its time to go make an appearance." There was a slight knock on the door, followed by a head popping in.

"Are you ready, Ms. Emma?"

Emma turned to see Smee at the door. She nodded and followed Smee to the Captain's Quarters. Smee opened the door for her when they reached the Captain's dining quarters. She nodded in appreciation. He smiled back and turned to leave.

When she stepped in the room, it seemed Killian was looking at some papers but she couldn't distinguish what they were. The room was very grand for a pirate ship. It had a long dining table, decorations all around the walls, and what seemed like cherished artifacts or possessions.

Killian looked up from his papers and immediately was taken aback. His mouth dropped open. He had never seen such beauty in his life.

Noticing this she asks with a smirk, "Is something wrong?"

He tries to clear his throat. "I-I see the lovely lady has awoken from her slumber. He smiles. "Welcome to the Jolly Rodger. She's a marvel my ship." Killian opened his mouth to what seemed like he was going to go into detail about his ship and its history but he stopped himself short.

"Well, come. Sit. You must be hungry," Killian said motioning to the chair next to him.

"I'd rather starve then eat with someone like you. I've heard things. I don't need your food," Emma hissed, still standing by the door.

Killian's eyes went cold.

"Even gutter rats have more manners than you just displayed." He narrowed his eyes.

"Now you can either be both civilized and eat, or, I can find more ways to make you useful."

Emma shivered. She nodded in understanding and walked towards to the chair he was motioning too.

"Good!" he said with those soft ocean blue eyes returning to normal, "Now where are your manners, hmm?"

She got the message. "Thanks, pirate"

"Pirate? I prefer Captain. You're going to have to try harder with your manners love."

She rolled her eyes. "Thank you, Hook."

He shook his head. That's all he would get from her for laughed to herself. Killian happened to look up at her while she was smiling.

Emma picked up a piece of bread and buttered it. Before she took a bite, she noticed Killian watching her. He watching her longer then what she was comfortable with.

"What?" she said, putting down her bread.

He paused.

"Your silence and attitude may seem off-putting to others, but, I do love a challenge!" Killian said with smile.

Emma replied, "You know nothing about me."

"Aye, but that's where you're wrong. You're somewhat of an open book, love. You're scared. Afraid one of my men or I are going to hurt you..."

"Now, I do consider myself an honorable man; a man with a code. So, entrust in me that you will be safe aboard my ship." He gave her a look. One where you look deep into someone's soul. A look that said 'I'm not lying.'

She couldn't believe herself that she actually maybe somewhat believed him, that she was maybe starting to trust him. Trusting a pirate, no less. She scoffed at herself, but she too was looking into his eyes.

Those deep soft, ocean blue ocean eyes.

Although she was suppose to be in there for breakfast, it seemed they spent the whole day in there talking. Just talking. Sometimes there was silence, sometimes just looks and glances. They were both learning new things about it each other. Emma may have been a prisoner initially, but it started to seem like maybe she wasn't anymore. As time went by, she oddly started to slowly feel at home there. It was like she belonged there all along and the sea had been her long lost home.