Three days. They've been sailing across endless miles of blue for three. Whole. Days. Every time she brought up the idea that they might be lost, Hook would narrow his eyes and shrug her off. He hid behind a mask of arrogance but she could easily see through that façade, something was wrong.
What if the portal transported them to the wrong land? Greg and Tamara were able to kill August and disturb the magic running through Regina's blood. What would stop them from finding a way so no one could thwart their plans?
Bursts of gold and lavender merged together signaling the beginning of their fourth day. Wow, National Geographic would have paid millions for a shot of this sunrise. Everything was different here.
She scoffed; Neverland they called it, well they sure got the never half right, where the hell was the land? Hugging her coat even closer to her body, Emma slowly made her way down the steps to the main deck. She stopped mid-stride as her eyes landed on Hook standing at the edge of the ship, fishing rod in hand illuminated by the sky's vibrant light.
"I didn't think you were awake." She said as she approached quietly. Hook didn't seem to be fazed by her presence though. He sent her a sideways wink, "Missed me tonight love?" Emma's eyes narrowed slightly but she sat down next to him, "And here I thought you were going to be tolerable." He grinned and nodded towards the fishing rod, "Want to try your luck Swan?" Her eyebrows pressed into each other. Memories of Leroy showing her how to fish flooded her mind. Leroy ended up in the hospital with the baiting hook stuck in his palm and story that got passed around Storybrooke for months. "Fishing? I'll pass…"
Hook spent minutes insisting until Emma finally gave in. They spent the next hour or so fishing and to her surprise, Hook was actually a great teacher. She ended up catching six huge odd looking fish; Screw-fish he called them. She wondered if this was another one of his innuendo jokes or if they really are named screw-fish. Dear god, he was seriously rubbing off on her.
"Hook!"
David approached them irately, disturbing their quiet atmosphere. "How long is this going to take hook? Snow is in bed, if you could even call it that, with a fever and a nauseous stomach. You said we were supposed to arrive at sundown. Two days ago!" A hard smirk split the pirate's face. "Well It's not my fault the fairest mother of princesses can't handle the sea. If I had known how sensitive she was, I would have provided her with better care I assure you." David's fist clenched even tighter and his eyes blazed with fury. Emma groaned and nudged hook- violently - with her elbow. He was never going to learn. Hook eyed her with amusement but nodded and raised his arms defensively, "Sorry mate- habit."
Emma headed towards the sleeping quarters where Mary-Margaret was. She always hated the sea, "There's a reason birds fly and nest on trees instead of swim. The sea is horrible. Rocks you back and forth over and over and over again, useless!" She chuckled at one of the many complaints her mother grumbled under her breath during their journey. Mother… it was still really hard to believe that a woman her age could be her mother.
"Hey, how are you holding on today?" Mary-Margaret exhaled heavily and looked up through lidded eyes, "Horrible. Any-" cough "- any news yet?" Emma shook her head. Everyone was getting restless. Even … wait, where were Gold and Regina? She barely saw them at all. "Gold's hidden behind an invisibility barrier, he says he doesn't feel like interacting with low-life pirates. His words not mine." Mary-Margaret said in between coughs. Regina it seems, enjoyed wandering around somberly, avoiding everyone at all costs.
The smell of grilled screw-fish invaded their senses, and Emma left to the main deck to fetch herself some food. She was famished. On deck, Hook and David stood together as they prepared the food while Regina and Gold sat at the opposite end lost in the whispers of their conversation. Emma stopped mid-stride and she shook her head. No way was the scene before her real. No fists or flying fireballs? That was a first. She presumed that everyone was too drained and confused to argue, it was a good kind of change.
Half way past their meal, a far bustling sound was getting closer and louder with each second that passed by. Heads turned around frantically searching for the source.
Crack!
Blue, silver, and white erupted in front of them forcing them to shield their eyes against the abrupt intensity of the light. Emma ignored her racing heart and reached for her sword. Hook and David both recovered from their shock and did the same, while Regina and Gold both prepared to fire the first magical attack if needed.
The burst of bright light faded. In its place stood a woman that could only be described as enchanting. Long white locks, as white as a winter's first snowflake, flowed in perfect waves down the curve of her back until it reached the bottom of her skirt. Mid-thigh. Beauty. Her lavender eyes slowly searched the people on board until they rested on Hook. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly as she stepped forward.
"Killian Jones, It has truly been a long time my friend."