Emma had never seen two pirate captains in closed quarters and, even though Kai claimed not to be one, there was a testosterone overload that she couldn't escape. If Kai and Killian exchanged any darker of glares, they'd blind each other.

After the abrupt announcement of his identity, Kai had invited them all aboard the ship - he called it "his" ship with emphasis and Emma knew he was baiting Killian. What she didn't know was why.

Her own pirate had remained broodingly silent as they introduced themselves to the stranger and moved the conversation to Granny's. The gray-haired proprietor had quickly closed off the restaurant, leaving the group alone.

Now they were waiting in uncomfortable silence for Mary Margaret to arrive. David had ordered a coffee but Regina had quickly demanded a whiskey sour, causing the Prince to amend his order to an Irish coffee. Emma had ordered rum for a silent Killian and currently had her fingers clutched around a glass of Scotch.

Captain Crusoe had ordered "grog" much to Ruby's amusement but had settled for a beer in its place.

"What the hell are you doing in Storybrooke?" Regina asked, finally breaking the silence.

"I brought my ship as soon as I heard that Elsa was here," Kai replied.

"Your ship?" Killian scoffed, "I don't recall trading it to the likes of you,"

"The man I got it from was happy to part with it," retorted Kai, "He said it was barely seaworthy,"

"Perhaps under the wrong captain it is," Killian snapped.

"I never understood the draw to the sea," Kai said, "Seemed a coward's pursuit - to walk away from the land's troubles and problems,"

Killian nearly toppled the table as he dove at Kai. Both David and Emma pulled him back down to his seat.

"Outside. Now!" Emma demanded to him. He shoved back from the table angrily and stalked out the door with Emma on his heels.

"What the hell!?" she snapped as she shut the door behind them.

"I will not be taunted by a child!" Killian barked at her.

"We need him to find The Snow Queen," Emma replied, "You have to let it go until then,"

"If survives that long, it will not be for my lack of trying," threatened Hook.

"You're getting worked up because he talked bad about a boat!?"

"A boat!?"

"Fine! A SHIP!"

"MY ship!"

"Not anymore! Let it go!"

"Thank you for announcing to the world my inadequacies!"

"Its a damn ship, Killian, not your life!"

"IT IS MY WHOLE LIFE!"

"THEN WHAT AM I?!"

They'd reached the point in the argument that another word would spell chaos and disaster. They had gone nuclear and tension crackled in the air like lightening before a storm. Emma could see her breath in the air as she huffed in and out angrily. The Snow Queen was close and here she was arguing with her boyfriend at a restaurant.

"Emma?" Mary Margaret asked. Emma turned to see her mother and Poppy standing under the archyway that marked the entrance to the Granny's patio.

"They're inside," Emma replied, ignoring her mother's look pleading for explanation. She shoved past Hook and opened the door to the restaurant. Mary Margaret and Poppy followed but Hook made for the sidewalk.

Emma watched him leave but did not call out to him. She worried that anything she could say would only wound them further.

"Are you okay?" Mary Margaret asked, hanging in the doorway.

"Fine," Emma grunted. They turned into the restaurant where the group had all gotten to their feet.

Captain Crusoe wore an expression that made Emma feel a pang of genuine emotion for him.

"Poppy?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Kai?" the nanny replied, her eyes wide. They met in an embrace, arms hugged tightly around one another, and Emma looked away, feeling like an intruder on a deeply private moment.

"You've grown," Poppy said, her voice choked with tears.

"I tried to stop it but it wouldn't work," Kai replied with a chuckle, his own tone wavering.

"I've missed you," the nanny said quietly, pulling back from the hug and taking the man's face in her hands, "Oh, how I've missed you,"

"Can we please get to work here?" Regina interrupted. The pair parted ways and settled into seats next to one another.

"So, what's going on?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Anna's disappeared," David replied, "and we think she's got something to do with Robin's freezing and Roland's kidnapping,"

"She has everything to do with it," Kai replied matter-of-factly. The curious expressions on each of the faces around him implored him to elaborate.

"She's working for Elsa," he continued.

"Working for her?" Emma asked, raising an eyebrow.

"After her parents' death, Anna was tasked with finding children to feed Elsa's spirit," he explained, "She's not stopped since,"

"What?" came a chorus of voices.

"I thought you knew," Kai said to Poppy, who shook her head in silent response.

"So, the little twit is working with the frost bitch?" Regina asked.

"Yes," Kai replied, "She's always been loyal to her sister,"

"It doesn't make sense," Emma said, "I would've known if she was lying when she told us,"

"You're up against the most powerful force in all the kingdoms combined, duckie," Kai said, "It's likely that whatever powers you have will be weak compared to her,"

"Excellent," David shrugged.

Emma grimaced at hearing Kai's apparent pet name for her. While Killian's nicknames - "love", "darling", "my dearest" - were endearing, Kai's use of "duckie" made her feel like a child speaking to a stately elder.

"Do you know where she took Roland?" Regina asked.

"Likely back to Arrendelle," Kai replied, "Her palace is there,"

"What does she want with him?" asked Mary Margaret.

"His soul, obviously. It's what she needs to survive," said Kai.

"But you escaped," Emma said, eying the man with suspicion, "How is that possible?"

"I've asked myself that for many year," he replied, "I don't know and I fear I never will,"

"How did you know to come here?" Regina asked, her eyes watching the man like a wild cat stalking its prey.

"I am called, whenever she takes a child. I have been successful for many years in keeping the children safe but I did not make it soon enough this time," Kai explained.

"You think?" Regina snapped.

"So, we need to go to Arrendelle to find Roland?" Mary Margaret asked.

"That where I would start," Kai replied.

The thought of another inter-realm vacation left Emma with chills running up and down her body. She would leave Henry here, hopeful that Poppy's skills as a nanny were a match for whatever evil may befall Storybrooke in her absence. The group had broken up after resolving to leave for Arrendelle at dawn's first light. They would take the Jolly Roger as it could already move easily through realms and could serve as a base of operations.

Emma headed down to the harbor both to find Killian and to make preparations for tomorrow's travels. As she reached the port, there was a change in the air. Where she'd left the ship a bustle of activity, it was eerily silent now.

"Killian?" she called. The lack of response made her nervous and she instinctively reached for her gun.

"Lady Swan!" Killian's voice bellowed and Emma looked up to see Killian halfway up the top mast. "Welcome aboard!"

"What . . . ?" she asked, holstering her gun and looking up at him. He grabbed a rope and swung adeptly down to the deck. Emma made her way up the steps and onto the ship.

"Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger," Killian said, making a sweeping bow with his hook.

"What's going on?" Emma asked, eying him with a look of suspicion.

"Well, I left our little tiff and headed to port, hoping at least to watch my ship," he explained, "Imagine my utter joy and surprise when I found Mr. Smee and my crew doing the same,"

"You stole the ship back," Emma said flatly.

"Stole? No, love, you cannot steal what is rightfully yours," Hook answered.

"What have you done?" Emma asked. There was a glint in his eyes reminsicent of the old Hook - the pirate she'd first met when he was working with Cora. The man who would do anything to win.

"The boy was right," replied Hook, "He is no captain. Because a captain would know never to leave his ship unattended,"

"The crew was here," said Emma cautiously.

"Aye but there was another of his many shortcomings: a crew should be loyal to their captain," Hook said, "It would appear that our friend Mr. Crusoe had commandeered a band of bilge rats unworthy of even a pallet of logs thatched with twine. They were a most unseaworthy bunch,"

"What did you do?" Emma asked.

The playful look in his eyes dropped and Hook shrugged.

"I simply told them there was a better life here for them and that I had a crew of men willing to trade places. They all happily disembarked and my crew came aboard. Not a single drop of blood was shed, milady," he explained.

"So, now what?" Emma asked after a beat of silence had passed.

"Now you decide," Hook replied.

"Decide?" Emma asked.

"Do you want to run away," he began, stepping closer to her, "or are you willing to risk the danger of spending the night in the company of a pirate captain?"