Quite frankly, Emma was annoyed with both of them. Perhaps a little less annoyed with Hook, but still. Both of them were over 300 years old. One would think that they'd grown up in some of that time. Apparently not though.

Emma had gone off alone in hopes of clearing her mind after what had happened in dark Hollow. She'd thought that reading both men the riot act about their stupidity would keep them from following her as she went to collect firewood. Of course Neal had followed her, thinking that she needed to be protected. Then Hook had joined them. Although Emma knew that Hook knew that she could look out for herself. He'd called her a tough lass often enough, and amazing, and bloody brilliant.

Emma had chosen not to tell them off. It hadn't worked the first time, and it wouldn't work a second time. Still, she willfully didn't speak much to either of them, only offering monosyllabic phrases when either of them spoke to her. When they had collected enough for the night, Emma quickly started heading back to the camp.

Emma trampled through the jungle, hacking away at the plants with Neal's cutlass. They needed to get back to the camp. Then needed to make a plan so that they could finally save Henry and get the hell off this bloody island.

When had she started using the word bloody? Hook must be wearing off on her.

Neal and Hook followed a little ways behind.

Emma was so focused on shredding through the foliage that she didn't notice the rope. She stepped right into a loop and the trap was sprung. She suddenly found herself hanging upside down, and she'd dropped her sword in the process so she couldn't cut herself down.

Damn it!

"Hook," she yelled. She heard footsteps. Someone was coming. "Hook!" she yelled again.

Hook and Neal came tumbling through the foliage. Hook had drawn his sword ready to defend her. Neal of course, had forgotten to bring a weapon, just like he'd done in Dark Hollow. Did he ever learn a lesson?

"I've got her," said Neal, grabbing Hook's arm and pulling him back.

"And what are you going to cut her down with? Your teeth?" snapped Hook.

Emma rolled her eyes. Not this again. "Guys, cut it out. I don't care which of you cuts the rope. Just get me down!"

Her words fell on deaf ears.

"She doesn't need you. She has me," said Neal, pushing Hook backwards.

"She may not need me," said Hook, "but she has me all the same." He tried to push past Neal in order to cut Emma down, but Neal pushed him back again.

"Stop it! We don't have time for this."

But then both men were on the ground, fighting over Hook's sword. Neal threw the first punch, and later Hook would say that his own actions were self defense.

She heard rustling in front of her. Pan was leering down at her.

"Hi, Emma. How's it hanging?"