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Hook carried Emma to her cabin, she was completely unconscious and her pale face was tear streaked and gaunt, her cheekbones jutted out sharply and her eyes were lined with dark purple smudges. He almost felt sorry for her. He sighed as gently placed her on the small tidy bed.

"She looks terrible." Graham had followed them in silence, Hook noticed that he had the same look as Emma, that bone deep weariness that etched into every line and crease on his face making him look years older.

"She's been through hell." Hook murmured, carefully covering her with a threadbare blanket.

Graham nodded and crossed his arms staring out at the moon. " Are you going to explain the situation?"

Hook had noticed that Graham trusted him and acted like he already knew him well when they had only known each other for a day it was confusing. "My father.." He swallowed thickly. "My father is a powerful magician, he turned into me, then killed Phillip."

Graham faltered a second. "...Wait, are you serious?"

"I'm afraid so."

Graham nodded. "Any idea why he would do such a thing?"

Hook ran a hand through his hair. "I have some ideas, but I don't know exactly."

Graham waited in silence.

"I know one thing for sure he is trying to start a war, I think purely for the fun of it." Hook grimaced. "Did I forget to mention he's insane?"

Graham groaned. "How can we fix this?"

"We need to stop him in any way possible."

Graham nodded in approval.

"Graham?" The voice was soft and timid like a breath of air. Emma was awake. She let out a small child like screech of delight and leaped out of bed only to look sick and nearly fall over.

Graham stepped forward and put his arms around her. "I missed you little one."

Emma murmured something quietly, he couldn't catch what it was.

Hook suddenly felt like an intruder and awkwardly tried to step out without them noticing. They immediately broke apart."Thank you for finding me." Emma was looking at Hook, he couldn't meet her eye.

"That's alright love, I was just glad to help."

Graham are you here to take me home?" The question was flat and emotionless, she let nothing away.

"Yes."

"Is that all you're going to say?" Emma said nonchalantly. "What about Philip's killer?"

"We will take you home first." Graham frowned. "I think Hook might know how to find him."

Hook nodded.

"I have to come with you."

Graham groaned. "No you don't, you need to go home to your family. They need you, your mother is worrying herself sick."

"I need to see him die."

Graham grabbed her shoulders. "Emma as much pain as you feel now I can promise you it will only get worse if you kill him."

"I don't think this pain can get worse." Emma murmured.

"Well I don't care if you disagree you are going home."

"Fine!" Emma snapped and marched out the door. She was going to kill that man, even if she had to betray Graham. She smiled evilly. Before Hook's father let her go he told her how to find him, if she ever 'needed' him. He was either stupid or knew what was coming. Emma didn't care he was going to die.

She had sat out on the edge of the ship for what seemed like hours, alone with her dark thoughts and the chilly wind. Neither Hook or Graham had tried to find her, they were probably discussing the best way to get her home. She seethed, they had no right to treat that way.

She shivered and stood up, she craved to be higher up and away from the ground she could be like the seagulls, floating with the wind no worries or pain.

She looked down, suddenly she couldn't control the urge to... let go and jump into the dark water, mysterious and quiet. All her pain would just disappear she would be free. She took a step forwards, her heart in her throat. Images flashed through her mind, Philip falling crumpled to the ground, Trout dead. She leaped and felt her feet leave the ground, air rushed in her ears the world disappearing there was only the dark sea./

Abruptly she was pulled back.

"Emma, please don't." Hook's voice was right in her ear. He lifted her up and put her back on deck.

Solid wood. Emma couldn't explain her gratitude, that he stopped her from jumping, she could still feel the cold air and the wood beneath her feet.

"Tha-Thank you." She choked and hot tears formed in her eyes, she couldn't hold them back.

She turned away from Hook, tears streaming down her face. She hiccuped and ran past him.

He grabbed her shoulder a little roughly. "Emma, its going to be fine."

Tears were streaming down her face she couldn't come up with words. "...But."

Hook still was holding onto her she tried to twist out of his grasp. "Emma please I don't want you doing anything stupid."

"Just let me go..." She pulled at his hand pathetically, he just gripped her arm without saying a word, she choked and pulled at his fingers, wrapped around her arm. She suddenly thought of the snakes around her neck, shuddering unconsciously.

Hook dropped her arm abruptly "I'm sorry." He looked at the ground.

She choked tears still rolling down her face. She almost laughed. "No that wasn't for you, I was thinking of the bounty hunters that..."

He grimaced. "Oh."

Her tears were stopping now she wiped her eyes, shaking slightly.

"What did they do to you?" Hook looked slightly angry.

"They were nice at first, but one of the men wouldn't accept that I didn't know where you were." Emma cleared her throat. "So he tried to torture it out of me, with magic."

Hook looked confused. "Wait... He was looking for me?"

Emma nodded.

"You didn't tell them?" He sounded shocked.

She shook her head, not meeting his eye.

"Why didn't you?"

Emma didn't answer at first. "I didn't want to hurt you anymore I guess."

Silence filled the air, filled with unspoken words.

"I am grateful." He sounded tired.

Emma was shaking now. "Did Trout have a burial?"

Hook nodded. "It was a small thing, he had few friends and no family, an orphan."

Emma's heart flipped in guilt, she felt the tears forming in her eyes again. She shivered and a few hot tears spilled down her face.

"I forgive you."

Emma nodded, relief filling her, but somehow it only served to make her feel more guilty.

"I..I can't apologize enough." She stuttered.

"Emma you already have." He had his back to her now staring out to the sea.

Emma was silent, she knew he wasn't only talking about her apology. She was leaving him tonight to find his father, a part of her hoped he wouldn't hold it against her. But the sensible part said he would do just that.

"I don't understand why didn't tell them." Hook paused. "I did nothing to deserve that."

"I felt I should do something right for a change." Emma hugged her herself, shivering.

He didn't say anything for a moment. "Graham is sleeping in the ship tonight then he is taking you home tomorrow."

She grunted in acknowledgement.

"It's the best way."

Emma nodded, she was shivering uncontrollably.

"You need to get warm." Hook looked her up and down.

She nodded shakily, remembering, Phillip saying the same thing when they were younger he gave her his coat when they were playing out in the rain, only to get sick afterwards. She smiled sadly as tears pooled in her eyes.

"What's wrong Emma?"

"Phillip.."

He nodded sadly, then after a moment of thought he stepped forwards and hugged her tightly. Warmth spread through her body instantly and she wrapped her arms around him tightly, neither of them saying a word. Emma cried silently, hugging him tighter. They stayed like that for a few moments, as warmth spread through Emma and she breathed the smell of leather and sea.

Hook let go of her. "Please get some sleep Emma, you really need it."

"I will." She lied, tonight she was leaving.

He nodded satisfied.

Emma walked away to her cabin.

Don't look back she told herself.

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