When Emma awoke, she found herself on a cot below deck, with a damp towel on her forehead and Mr. Gold sitting by her bedside. Her body aching all over. The encounter with the mermaids left her feeling as if a truck had hit her. Mr. Gold came closer, noticing that Emma had begun stirring.

"Try to relax, Emma. You took a rather nasty blow to the head."

Emma sat up on the bed and felt a headache set in as she rubbed the back of her head. "Yeah, what was that? There was a noise and the next thing I knew—"

Mr. Gold interrupted and had a guilty look on his face. "I must apologize for that; it was my fault. My return on deck was a bit more animated than I intended."

Emma stood up and put on her coat. "I guess you figured I had that one coming."

Mr. Gold tilted his head, and had a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"

"Our last talk about me and Nea. . .Bae."

Mr. Gold sat down on the bed, took a deep breath and sighed, "About that, you were right. I don't know the intricacies of your relationship with my son. I only know you both carried a torch for each other for a long time. Now, as far as you and the pirate, it's not my business. We all share the common goal of rescuing my grandson, that's the most important thing."

Emma smiled back at Mr. Gold, and then her eyes widened as she realized what Gold's return meant. "The trident! You have it?!"

Mr. Gold smirked as he stood up, then grabbed the trident from just outside the doorway and stood it up next to him. Emma looked at the trident in awe."How did you—"

"Well, I just had to work a little magic. We should be approaching the island soon, your father's at the helm."

Emma looked at Mr. Gold, curious. "Was I out that long?"

"Not at all, having control of the sea does come in handy when you're in a hurry."

"We have to find a way to signal them when we reach the island."

As Emma and Mr. Gold headed out toward the deck, he said, confidentially, "Leave that to me."

When they reached the deck, the beach could already be made out in the distance. David then came down from the helm and hugged Emma. "How are you feeling?"

Emma smiled and spoke with a soft laugh, "Like I just went twelve rounds with a swarm of mermaids." She then turned toward Mr. Gold, and said, "Okay, so, what's the plan?"

Mr. Gold walked up toward the bow of the ship, and David and Emma followed behind him. He raised the trident above his head and shot a look over his shoulder to the two of them.

"It might do both of you well to cover your ears."

A bright flash of light radiated from the trident off into the sky, accompanied by a thundering explosive crack! David lowered his hands from his ears, and said, optimistically, "Well, there's no way they're going to miss that."

"We should get the rowboat," Emma said, smiling.

Rumple lowered the trident and turned around toward them. "That won't be necessary. Take control of the wheel and keep straight along this path."

Emma headed to the helm and Mr. Gold pointed the trident straight out over the front of the ship. A powerful blast of magic shot out from the trident and sent the ocean floor into a frenzy. Using the trident, he was able to create a path for the ship to sail safely right up to the beach.

On the island, Hook, Regina and Mary Margaret awoke that morning ready to continue on their mission. No sooner had they started, when a distant pop was heard in the distance and a bright flash went up overhead. Regina looked up at the sky, stepped toward the origin of the flash, and let out a wide grin,

"He did it."

As Emma, David and Mr. Gold settled on the beach, the group on the island raced through the jungle toward the shore to meet them.

As night fell over the island in Neverland, David sat in the sand, waiting anxiously on the beach with his eyes fixed at the tree line. A soft rustling could be heard, which sounded as if it was getting closer. David stood up in anticipation, until finally he could see Mary Margaret emerging from out of the jungle.

"Snow!"

Emma and Mr. Gold turned upon hearing David's voice. Emma raced off behind her father, and Mr. Gold followed slowly behind with his cane in his right hand and the trident in his left. Mary Margaret, ran up to David, kissing him passionately. She then turned to hug her daughter tight, and said joyously. "I'm so glad you're safe!

Emma smiled as she asked her mother, "How was the island?"

Mary Margaret, laughed softly. "Well, it wasn't without its moments—but luckily your Captain got us through it."

Regina approached , who greeted her with a warm smile as he handed the trident over to her.

"Glad to see you made it back alive, Rumple."

"Likewise, Regina."

As the group continued exchanging pleasantries, Emma noticed that Hook had excused himself quietly and was now walking off alone down the beach. Emma called out, jogging after him, "Hook!"

David and Mary Margaret looked over to Emma, smiled back at each other in a silent understanding, and started off with Mr. Gold and Regina in the direction of the ship.

Hook stopped and turned toward Emma, waiting for her to catch up to him as she continued speaking, out of breath, "Where were you going?"

Hook smiled at her and looked over at the group as they walked on to the ship. "It just seemed like a family moment, so I just figured it was best to take my leave."

Emma smiled, as she stepped closer to Hook. "So, why didn't you just tell me what the necklace was for?"

Hook chuckled. "I figured you were clever enough to figure it for yourself. Also I didn't want to distract from the sentiment of the moment."

Hook took the map from his pocket and opened it, showing it to Emma with a smile. "We have a heading! According to this map, it seems Greg and Tamara were instructed to bring your boy to the caverns on the northern most point on the island. Now that we know where to go, you'll be reunited with your son very soon."

She looked down at the map, and then as she smiled softly at Hook, her eyes began watering with emotion as she began to think of how much he had done for her over this journey. "Hook, what you did—what you've done, you saved my life, and from what my mom told me you saved both my parents lives. You brought us to Neverland, and with this map, now you've given us the best chance to find my son. We've come this far because of you, because of all that you've done for me."

Hook avoided Emma's eyes as he looked quickly away toward the sea and shook his head. It was as if the emotions he was feeling were so foreign to him that his body was rejecting them. He kept his head down still avoiding looking directly at Emma. "You should take this map and go be with your family; I'm sure they want you with them."

Emma reached her hand up to the side of Hook's face, finally, he looked up and she starred deeply into his eyes as she ran her hand through Hook's hair. "Killian, both of us know what it's like to spend so much of your life alone, only having faith and trust in yourself," Emma paused, trying to find the right words. "Do you remember what I told you, back in Storybrooke, in the diner?"

"Yes, that this was my chance to be a part of something."

"That means you're not alone anymore, and you never have to be again." She took Hook by the hand, as he ran the back of his hook along her hair. Emma smiled and said playfully. "Well, Captain, 'don't stand on ceremony.'"

"Wouldn't dream of it, love." Hook said, smiling back.

Emma slipped her hand behind his neck, and her soft parting lips drew nearer to his, slowly closing the pale moonlight shining between them. Their lips gently came together, clinging to a kiss, as they held each other in a passionate embrace. The world around them melted away in the splendor of the magical, starry island sky, the rhythmic sound of the waves against the shore, and the full lucent moon on the horizon.