It took Emma two days of walking on foot to reach the port town. It was night time when she arrived, which meant the port was full of life. Ships were docked at the port, sailors and pirates drinking themselves stupid in taverns and paying for a night with a wench. The usual shenanigans that met with the night life of a port town.

She eyed the ships docked but couldn't make tale of who they belonged to. It wasn't until she walked, hidden amongst the shadows her cloak wrapped around her the hood obscuring her face from any eyes, to the docked ships that she took note of the vessels that she saw. There were a multitude of ships, the odd navy ship, the majority pirate. Though this fleet of pirate ships was nothing compared to a sight she knew that docked at Tortuga. Tortuga was the pirate capital, this place here was merely a stopping point. An area to stretch their sea legs.

She stood up against a wall and looked at each of the ships. She didn't recognise any, which meant none of her "friends" were here, which meant she would have to deal with someone knew. Emma knew that made her job both harder and easier at the same time. She saw a man with a red cap standing aboard one of the ships. She stayed amidst the shadows as she walked closer to inspect the ship. She stopped herself however and moved into an alley way. Emma knew she needed to blend in to the port town, and knew she needed to be able to disappear amongst its throng of people in a seconds notice. In her breeches and tunic, all covered in mud and some blood, she would attract suspicion.

Emma hurried away to the further recesses of the town where the buildings weren't taverns or inns but actual people's homes. She spotted someone's washing line, clothes still hung out. Emma smiled to herself before working out her route to the clothes.

She was back amidst the shadows watching the man in the red cap, now wearing clean clothes. A dress; a brown tight corset something she hadn't worn in a long time and she worried about the impression the thing would be doing to her spine. The full busy skirt of the dress a mixture of colours, yet many faded from the well use of the dress. Now, she could very easily blend in as a wench within the port. She would not raise any suspicion dressed like this. She didn't like the fact that she had had to leave her sword behind, but she couldn't very well have it strapped to her waist. But she was okay because she had a knife hidden in her boot.

She stepped forward out of the shadows and walked past the barrels towards the ship and the man in the red cap. "Hello," she called out. He spun around and looked at her shocked, "Sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if you could possibly tell me the name of this fine vessel,"

The man in the red cap stood frozen for a second his eyes trying to get a clear look at Emma. She still wore her cloak, which hid her face but she didn't hold it so tightly to her body, showing off her dress and the corset that held her so very tightly. Her satchel strap could be seen but the satchel itself was resting around at her back. "It's the Jolly Roger," the man finally spluttered.

"Oh yes, of course," nodded Emma. "Would you know what tavern your Captain went to? I'd very much like to meet him," her voice was sweet and innocent.

"Um yes, the Cap'n went to The Swan,"

"How fitting," laughed Emma. "Thank you for your help." She turned away and walked back the way she came her face still smiling at the irony of it all. She knew she had found the Captain to get her safe passage out of this kingdom and she knew exactly what to offer him in return.

The Swan, was filled with loud laughter when she walked in. She had spied into the tavern to check that there weren't any of the Queen's guards before she walked in. Emma was pleased to note there weren't any. Her green eyes scanned the dimly lit tavern, she didn't know what Captain Hook looked like, but she doubted it would be difficult to spot him; after all how many men had a hook for a hand. Emma couldn't help herself from pick pocketing a couple of men at the bar, they made it so easy. She noticed something caught the light from a nearby torch, and saw the man with black hair, blue eyes and dark scruff sitting at a table with a woman either side of him. They appeared to be playing a game with some dice. She noticed the hook.

Her eyes quickly darted around, checking that there weren't any wanted posters in the tavern, but she knew not to take the risk anyway. So with hood still up she walked over to the table. She bent forward "What are you boys playing?" she asked with a seductive smile at Hook. The pirate glanced up at Emma and smiled.

"Hello, love," he greeted, "Care to join us?"

"I'd rather actually only join you Captain,"

"And why's that?"

"I have a deal I'd like to make,"

"And who'd be making this deal?"

"Perhaps we could go back to your ship and discuss it,"

"Why would I want to do that?"

She jumped up onto the table and leant towards the pirate her mouth by his ear, "I can promise you a meeting with me will be very rewarding." The Captain licked his lips in response and raised an eyebrow at her,

"Is that so, lass?"

"Oh yes, Captain, you can always return here if I leave you unsatisfied," Emma's hand came out from underneath her cloak and bent down to lift up the man's left arm. She brought the hook between them and traced the hook lightly with her hand. "I just want to speak with you, in private."

"Excuse me ladies," he said stepping up away from the women he was sitting with. Emma smiled in victory and he offered her his hand to help her down off the table. She took it and stepped down as she did he whispered, "A night cap, love?" Emma just patted his arm before he led her out of the tavern and to his ship.

Once in his cabin Hook pinned Emma against the ladder "So about that night cap," he began but Emma quickly cut him off with a laugh and a shake of her head,

"Not even in your dreams, pirate," she told him

"Then let me see the face that accompanied such a beautiful body," he whispered. He pushed her hood back to reveal her face and Emma lifted a hand to push him out of her personal space. His eyes widened slightly, "Goldilocks?"

"Ah, so you've heard of me," smiled Emma,

"I've heard of the bounty that is upon your head, placed by the Evil Queen, gone up rather considerably over the past couple of days, love, you must have been busy," he said. He had raised an eyebrow when she had pushed him away but just shrugged and walked over to his desk. He lit a couple candles lighting up the cabin allowing him a better look at Emma. He had known she was Goldilocks straightaway, he had seen her poster many a time. Though now in the light he could see that her posters never did her beauty justice. "I can see why they call you Goldilocks," he said as he sat down behind his desk,

"I can see why they call you Hook," Emma retorted, Hook chuckled a little at her retorted and waved his hook as if to say touché,

"Appears you've heard of me too then, love" he winked at her, to which Emma just rolled her eyes. She had sussed out this pirate within seconds of locking eyes on him, alongside what she already knew about him, the fact he was ruthless, hellbent on revenge, but also seeing him in the flesh told her he was arrogant, vein, he was acutely aware of his good looks and was very much a ladies' man. But that just told her that he was in fact just trying to fill a hole in his heart and was deeply unhappy. Not even his revenge would bring him happiness, but she guessed he already knew that.

"I'm here to propose a deal, Captain,"

"You made it sound like we'd be doing something else in the tavern"

"Yeah, well I had to peak your interest to get you to leave,"

"That you did, love,"

"I'm not your love, stop calling me that. I am also not here to fuel your ego and am not here to flirt with you. This is strictly professional," stated Emma. As she walked forward away from the ladder and stood in front of his desk. She unclasped her cloak and let it fall back onto the chair and then sat down on the chair.

"That dress tells me that this isn't professional," smirked Hook as he leant forwards his eyes raking Emma up and down. Emma sighed. "If you wanted a night cap all you had to do was ask, Goldie"

"Goldie?"

"Goldilocks is a bit of a mouthful don't you think? Though if a mouthful is what you want"

"My deal," Emma said loudly and sternly cutting him off. "I want safe passage out of the Enchanted Forest,"

"Where to?"

"I haven't decided yet,"

"What are you offering me in return? Gold won't do, after all I could hand you into the Queen and get a rather handsome sum,"

"I'm not offering gold Hook, I'm offering you something much better,"

"And what's that?"

"You know of me, and you know of my work. You'll know I have stolen from the Regina, but I think you would be interested to know I have stolen from Rumplestiltskin. You would think a man as powerful as he would have better security, but it is so easy. Stolen from him many times. Even helped some others to get in to steal from him. So I know his castle pretty well, which means I know the location of his dagger,"

Hook's interest was piqued his eyebrow raised as he eyed Emma, "Well, Goldie, I must say you do know how to grab a man's attention,"

"I will draw out a map for you showing you how to get into his castle and where his dagger is,"

"How will I know if you are telling the truth?"

"You won't, but this is too good of an opportunity to pass up on."

"When will you give me this map?"

"When you get me to my new destination,"

"Why's that?"

"Because I have to make sure that you can't double cross me,"

"Ever thought of trying something called trust,"

"I've thought about it, but I often find trust is misplaced, so I prefer to be on my guard," answered Emma.

"Well, Goldie, you are requiring that I put my trust in you. Trust that you will tell me and trust that the information you give me is true,"

Emma shrugged in response,

"I think I'll just go and call the guards now," Hook stated as he got up from his desk, "I saw some loitering about the place, looking for you in particular." Emma knew the guards Hook was talking about, knew that they were situated not too far away. She quickly relayed all the options over in her head, the numerous scenarios. She suddenly felt his breath on her neck, "I'll just need to tie you up first, lass," she could practically feel his smirk, "You never know you might enjoy it. I'll just get the guards and will get a fine sum of money, for handing you in. I could very easily kill you first but I feel that might lower your value." The way he spoke actually made Emma shiver with slight fear, she didn't doubt his words she knew him to be cutthroat.

"Fine," she sighed, "Sit back down,"

"I'm the only one who makes the orders aboard my ship,"

"Then, please sit down Captain," Emma said her voice dripping with sarcasm,

"That's better," Hook said as he went and sat back down at his desk. "So, Goldie, how is this going to play out?"

"I won't give you a map, instead I'll give you this," she brought her satchel onto her lap and rummaged around in it till she found what she wanted. She placed it down on the desk,

"What is it?"

"A compass,"

"I can see that. What I want to know is what is so special about it that you are offering in return for safe passage,"

"It doesn't point north,"

"So you are offering me a broken compass, wonderful,"

"No I am offering you a compass that points towards your heart's desire,"

"I've only heard tale of one in existence,"

"And I stole it from the very pirate who had it in his possession,"

"So I'm not your first pirate?" questioned Hook. "Shame, I can still provide you with a rather memorable experience, lass,"

"Do we have a deal?"

"I want the compass before we set sail,"

"No. Compass once you get me out of here. I don't care where, just far away from the Enchanted Forest,"

"You're quite demanding, love,"

"What did I say about calling me love?"

"See there we are, demanding, I do like a woman with a bit of fire in her,"

"Do we have a deal?"

"Tell me, Goldie," Hook leant over the table Emma's hand quickly pulled the compass out of the way and held it tightly in her hand, "Where does the compass point for you?"

"It doesn't," responded Emma. "Why else would I willingly be giving it away?"

"Prove it,"

"Get out of my personal space and I will," she said. Hook slowly moved back, once he did Emma put the compass back on the desk and opened it up. Hook peered over her and raised an eyebrow,

"Care to correct your answer, Goldie, because it appears that your heart desires me right now," he winked at her. Emma stared down at the compass the arrow pointing directly at Hook. It wasn't possible, never since she had stolen it had it found a place to point, it had always been constantly spinning. But now, here it was, pointing at the pirate.

"It's only pointing at you, because you can get me out of here," she snapped.

"Whatever you say love," he smirked. "Can I have a quick gander, just to ensure it is what you say it is. I'll give it back afterwards, I promise,"

Reluctantly Emma pushed the compass over to him. He was true to his word as once he had finished inspected it he passed it right back. "Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger," he grinned, his blue eyes shining. "Now I wonder where do we stand upon that night cap?"

Emma glowered at him,

"Only joking," he laughed hollowly, "So tell me, what is your actual name?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Perhaps I would," his face held no sign of teasing with her, he looked genuine "I'm Killian Jones by the way"

"I'll stick with Hook,"

"Ah, you play by the rules never mix business with pleasure. But one thing you should know about me is I love a challenge,"

"Shall we plot a route?"

"Let me get out my maps, unless of course there is something else of mine you'd like to see,"

"Just the maps, thank you Hook."