Navy Lieutenant Buchannan made it no secret that he hated pirates. His mother, his wife, and two sisters ran off with pirates (maybe his dad too, it was unclear) and so he spent his entire career gleefully hunting down the little leather pant, kohl wearing menaces to extinction.

The fact that he had one of their ships now? Even better. There was just a…there was just a delicious sort of irony there made even better by the fact that he had the pirate who owned the Jolly Roger right here.

Captain Hook was nothing more than Killian Jones now that they took his…attachment away. He had yet to stop pouting about that. Buchannan had promised to give it back if he told him what happened. Not because he was going to, he wasn't an idiot, but because he wanted to hear this hilarious story from this pirates own mouth.

"So, in conclusion," Buchannan smirked as he circled the fuming pirate, "You were seduced by a young woman."

"Girl," Hook spat, "Couldn't be more than 17."

Even better.

"And she knocked out your men and you got marooned by three people, one of which you betrayed at 14 years of age."

Killian glared up at him, "Why did I tell you any of this?"

"Because I kept digging," he jovially clapped Jones on the shoulder and smirked, "Was she at least worth it?"

"I don't know, I didn't get a chance to-."

"You're not good at this are you?"

Killian scowled, "Usually I have no problem."

"You got your ship stolen by a seventeen year old girl, a 300 year old man, and…someone else that you don't know about. I think problems exist."

Killian narrowed his eyes, "I don't like you."

"You're not exactly running for my best friend either," Buchannan smirked.

"Are you here to mock me?" Killian asked.

"Perhaps," Buchannan smirked, "But I heard your story was funny and I have a crick in my back. I needed a good laugh."

"That's bad form."

"I'm sure you'd think it was good form if you did it," Buchannan muttered.

He heard someone running outside. He turned around to see the door burst open, "Sir."

"Good gods man, knock!"

"Sir, the ship is gone."

"Which ship?"

"The Jolly Roger!"

Killian raised his eyebrow, "Really now?"

"Who stole it?" Buchannan demanded.

"A young girl that looked about seventeen or eighteen and a man wearing a very large hat."

Buchannan started fuming.

Killian started laughing, "Isn't that ironic, now?"

Buchannan turned, "Put him back in his cell!"

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Emma held onto the wheel at the helm and stood on her tiptoes to see over it.

Jefferson stood beside her and struggled to hold the wheel, "Turn right!"

Emma did what she was told, "I think it's called Starboard!"

"We're not seamen! No one cares!"

Emma looked over her shoulder where the ships were giving chase in the distance "Do you think we'll outrun them?"

"Probably," he told her, "They won't give chase once they see us heading to Regina's castle."

"Is this a stupid plan?"

"Beyond dumb!" he told her over the canon fire, "But those are the best for working!"

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Baelfire couldn't move. He couldn't feel anything, it was like his entire body was numb and weighed down and he could only move his eyes and mouth.

"Well, well, well," He heard a woman purr and he looked up as a dark headed, dark eyed woman moved into his view.

Regina.

She tilted her head, "Most men would beg for mercy."

He refused to say anything.

Regina scowled, "I couldn't take your heart. Why?"

The idea that she'd tried to get control of him when he was knocked out sent icy waves of fear up and down his spine, "My father knew what sort of dangers were out there, he took precautions."

"Hm," Regina tilted her head, "What were you doing with that little…monster spawn?"

"Jefferson? He's my brother."

Regina narrowed her eyes, "I'm talking about that little cow that you're with now. Emma, isn't that her name?"

"I don't know an Emma."

"Hm," Regina smirked, "Your father won't save you. This room is cloaked. He doesn't even know you're here."

"I can't help you. I don't know an Emma. I'm sorry."

"Well then," Regina sniffed, "Let's just get to work then, shall we?"

Another man came into Baelfire's view. He had some sort of goggles on his head and giant rubber gloves.

"This is Victor Frankenstein," Regina smirked, "He's going to find out how to take that heart out of you. Who knows? Maybe with the heart of the son of the Dark One his dead brother will be revived after all."