Killian and Emma led the procession of their guests up to the restaurant where they had their first date. The guests were treated to food, drinks, and live music. The town always enjoyed a reason to get together, and Emma and Killian's wedding was no different.

After eating, toasts, and speeches, Killian suggested to Emma that it was time for them to leave. She was finally going to find out his plans for the honeymoon. They announced their departure, but told everyone that the place was rented out for the remainder of the evening and to feel free to stay and enjoy the festivities. The crowd escorted the couple outside and Emma and Killian stopped to give special goodbyes to Henry, Mary Margaret, and David. Emma's mother hugged her tight, and Killian offered his hand to David. David surprised the pirate by pulling him in for a hug.

"You're family now, mate. Handshakes are for friends. Thanks for making my girl happy. I know you will."

"Thank you, David. She means the world to me. You will never have to worry while I'm by her side."

Mary Margaret then pulled Killian in for a hug too.

"Welcome to the family, Killian. I'm so glad we didn't leave you to the ogres." Killian hugged his mother-in-law again, and thanked her.

While Killian was talking to her parents, Emma leaned down as best she could in her massive dress to say goodbye to Henry.

"Hey, kid. I love you. Thanks for standing up with Killian today. I know it meant a lot to him. And it meant a lot to me. I can't wait to get home and back to you."

"Go have fun, Mom. I know you're going to like the honeymoon. I'll see you when you get home. Don't worry, I'll be good for Grandma, Grandpa, and Regina."

"I know you will kid."

A few last hugs around, Emma and Killian walked off. Killian had said it was close and that David had gotten her bag to their destination. She quickly realized they were walking towards the shore, and saw a medium sized sailboat with Christmas lights and figured out they'd be sailing for their honeymoon.

"Where did you get the boat?"

"I rented it. Henry helped me find a place nearby that would bring the boat up to us. It's the largest I can sail by myself, however I'm going to turn you into a sailor yet," Killian turned to Emma and swept her off her feet to carry her down the dock and to the boat.

"Killian, don't. Put me down." Emma was protesting, sure she was too heavy for the captain.

"Don't worry, love. I've carried rum barrels heavier than you."

Emma burst out into loud laughter.

"That's exactly what you told me once, a long time ago, to you at least. Back when I was seducing you to help save my mother."

It was Killian's turn to laugh.

"I'd give anything to remember that night, Swan. You seducing me? Utter travesty that I didn't get to keep that memory."

"Play your cards right tonight, Captain, and you may get to experience it again."

Killian put Emma down on the deck and pulled her in to his arms.

"Too late, Swan. I'm already seduced."

He leaned down to kiss her.

"Now here's the part I didn't think all the way through love. We've got to pull anchor and sail out for aways before I can give you my full and prompt attention."

Emma sat on a bench on the deck as Killian prepped the ship and untied them from the railings. She was content to just watch her husband (her husband!) taking charge and putting things in order to set sail.

Finally they were moving out in to the harbor, and Killian came and sat next to Emma. Putting his bad arm around her shoulder, with his right on the tiller, the two sailed off, relaxed and completely happy.

"Mrs. Jones."

"Captain Jones. Happy?"

"Beyond happy, my love. You."

"Estatic."

It was cold on deck and she snuggled up closer to him, gathering every bit of warmth she could from his body.

Emma looked back towards the shore, seeing how far they were from town. "How far do you intend to take me, Captain Jones, before I receive your FULL attention?"

"Anxious, Mrs. Jones?"

"Not anxious. Just curious as to how long I'll need to wait here, patiently."

"Go below deck, love. You'll find your things and some warm clothes."

Emma stood up, kissed Killian, and headed down to the boat's cabin.

She looked around and saw that the lights had been dimmed, the bed made, with flowers set in a vase on the bedside table. A bottle of champagne in an ice bucket waited for them. She smiled, and wondered who took care of setting up the boat. She opened up her case and pulled out a comfortable outfit. Looking at herself in the mirror she started trying to undo her buttons, and pull off her dress. It only took a few minutes until she realized she was completely stuck in the dress. The more she twisted and turned trying to extricate herself from the lace, tulle and silk, the more stuck she got. Sitting on the floor in the cabin, she admitted defeat, and finally called up to Killian.

"KILLIAN."

"No need to yell, love. I'm right..." and that's when he saw his bride, tangled and on the floor. He lost it laughing.

"I can't get out of my dress." She looked up at him with a pleading expression, and he returned it with the most mischevious of looks.

"As your husband, on our wedding night, I fully accept the task of removing your attire."

Coming over, he sat next to her on the floor and pulled her in to his lap.

"Mrs. Jones, if you wanted me to undress you, all you needed to have done was asked."