Emma woke up slowly, the sign of a good restful nights' sleep. Usually she would jolt away sensing danger or the elements of the outside world would wake her. She wondered why this sleep was different. Then she recalled the fact that she wasn't outside she was on the Jolly Roger in the captain's quarters. Her head was using her arm as a pillow on the desk, obviously she had fallen asleep unexpectedly last night. The hook near her face told her that Hook had done the same. As the implement came into focus she woke with a jolt kicked the desk in the process and waking the Captain as well.

Hook cracked his neck and massaged it with his hand. "Perhaps next time you and I can sleep on the bed,"

"You only have a single," quipped Emma, "and I don't take you for the snuggling type,"

"I prefer to be doing more enjoyable activities than snuggling in a small bed,"

Emma just shook her head in response and rolled her shoulders and stretched out her arms. Hook took immense joy in watching her as she did so. "I'll collect my crew, shall I? Then we can set sail. You should probably stay below decks, until we are out at sea,"

"Very well," nodded Emma. Hook made his way out of his quarters and Emma could hear him barking orders at his crew. She took this time to have a well deserved snoop around his quarters. She found a couple bags of gold and immediately placed them into her satchel, which sat on the chair covered by her cloak.

As she searched through the drawers of his desk she found a picture of a woman, "So you must be the woman who died, the Dark One's wife and Captain Hook's love," she placed the drawing delicately back in the drawer, just as if she had never been snooping.

Hook came down the ladder a while later when Emma had helped herself to one of the apples on his desk and was inspecting the sextant. "I must say this is a sight I can get used to," Hook said as he cocked his head to stare at Emma's rear as she was bent with her elbows resting on the desk staring down at the sextant. She spun around and threw the apple core at his head.

"Can I leave your cabin now?" she asked.

"No need to throw fruit," he said.

"Yeah well there is no need for the innuendos and sexual comments," remarked Emma as she stood with her hands on her hips looking unimpressed at him.

The gestured towards the ladder, "Ladies first,"

"Oh you're a gentleman now," remarked Emma as she put her foot on the first step of the ladder,

"I'm always a gentleman," he whispered in her ear. It was only when Emma at the top of the ladder that she realised her mistake in going first, as she had given Hook a nice view of her rear as she cascaded the ladder. She was thankful for the first time for the full skirt because her breeches would have left nothing to the imagination.

The sea air hit her in the face as her head poked out of the hole and she pulled herself onto the deck. All the men's faces turned to look at her, Emma wondered if Hook had even told them of her presence upon the Jolly Roger, by the looks of their faces he hadn't. And as they all looked her up and down, smug looks upon their faces she realised they thought her some wench. She turned away from their leering gazes and looked out at the sea. She walked over to the edge of the ship and peered over at the waves the vessel was slicing through. The sea was the most vibrant and beautiful blue she had ever seen, the sun flickering off it making it sparkle as if it were a jewel. "I must say, Goldie, you look even better in the sun," Hook said as he looked over at her before taking his position at the wheel from the man in the red cap. "You enjoying the view?"

"It's alright," shrugged Emma tearing her eyes away from the sea to look at the pirate. In the light of day she was able to see his features better, she hated the fact that he was just as attractive in the day-light. She walked and stood at his side, "Are you going to tell your men to stop looking at me like that or am I going to have to do something about it, something unpleasant?"

"Men," shouted Hook, their focus finally turning to their Captain, "Please welcome Miss, Goldilocks, upon the Jolly Roger, she'll be travelling with us over the next few days. I expect you to treat her with respect, is that understood,"

"Yes, Capt'n," they chorused,

"Now once you have finished ogling her will you get back to work," he ordered. They obliged at once.

Emma's eyes fell upon the markings that had been carved in on the base of the helm. It looked to her as if they had been done with a hook, "Why have you drawn a line through them?" she asked her fingers coming forward to trace the line that went through the letter P and S. Hook didn't answer her so she knew it to be a sore subject; something he didn't wish to talk about. Emma just sighed and rolled her eyes and walked away from Hook's side. She stood at the back of the ship just staring out at sea.

Emma was completely lost in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the hand that rested on the small of her back. "A woman in love with the sea," said Hook. She jumped at what felt to be sudden proximities and stepped away from him, batting his hand away from her. "I was hoping you wouldn't mind if we took a detour. Tortuga is awfully close and I've been promising my men for ages,"

"It's outside the Enchanted Forest, it should be fine," agreed Emma, "Though not far enough outside,"

"I'll keep you safe," he smiled. "I won't take my eyes off you for a second,"

"I would despair is you did," she retorted sarcastically.

"Well we all know, the compass points towards me. I do think you would actually despair. But if you ever lose me, we need not worry. You'll be able to find me,"

"You think very highly of yourself don't you Captain. I often find men with a large ego often meet rather unfortunate ends,"

"Is that a threat?"

"No," laughed Emma. "I don't threaten people. I just do it. Plus I am more of a thief than a murder, I wouldn't kill you, I'd just take away something of importance,"

"Like what?"

"Oh I don't know," shrugged Emma, "I noticed a fair few things when I was snooping,"

Hook raised an eyebrow at her,

"Oh come on, are you really surprised. You left a thief alone in your quarters. What did you think I would do, just wait patiently for you to return,"

"No I am not surprised. After all Goldie, I can read you like an open book,"

"I doubt that very much,"

"I'd be more than willing to put it to the test. A drinking game in Tortuga perhaps? Just you and me,"

"I'll reiterate something I told you yesterday, not even in your dreams. I am here for one reason and one reason only, I am not here to have fun with you Hook,"

"But you admit it would be fun. Come on, lass, see it as a celebration,"

"I'm not drinking with you. Drinking with pirates never end well," explained Emma.

"Drinking with me could end very well," he winked at her. Emma turned her nose at him as she rolled her eyes before walking away from him.

They had arrived at Tortuga a couple of hours ago, Emma had of course refused to go drinking with Hook and so had stayed on his ship. She was surprised that no one had been left to guard the ship or watch her, but then again it was Tortuga and Hook had promised his men. She was mulling over an assortment of maps, sitting at his desk, she was reading because she was bored and had nothing better to do. She heard a creak. Emma immediately lunged for the dagger in her boot and jumped upon the desk with her dagger pointing at the man walking down the ladder into the cabin.

She recognised the leather clad legs and sighed slowly placed the dagger back into her boot. "What a lovely welcome, Goldie," remarked Hook as he stepped off the final step of the ladder. He presented his hand to her, "Need a hand getting down?"

"I am perfectly capable," Emma stated before jumping down off the desk landing in front of Hook. "I thought you'd be out drinking with your men,"

"Didn't feel right without you, lass,"

Emma raised an eyebrow at him,

"Alright, I heard something and thought you might be interested,"

"Interested?"

"A job for a thief,"

"I just want to get as far away from the Enchanted Forest as possible,"

"You are pretty far away right now,"

"Not far enough. Someone could still be willing to kidnap me and take me to the Evil Queen,"

"It's Tortuga, love, that isn't going to happen. No one would want to break the code,"

"I'm not a pirate, the code doesn't apply to me,"

"Smart," nodded Hook in approval, "But if you are under my care, the code can apply,"

"As in if I moonlight as your possession, it would apply,"

"I don't view women as objects, Goldie, you would not have to moonlight as my possession but merely a free woman who enjoys my company and I hers."

"I'm still not leaving. I just want to be safe and off your ship and out of your company,"

"Aren't you enjoying your time on the Jolly?"

"I just want to get back to my life, to what I am good at,"

"This is proposal might interest you, love,"

"What's the heist then?" she sighed

"I need a map stolen,"

"From who and where does this map lead to?"

"From Blackbeard,"

"Another pirate I haven't had the pleasure of meeting," Emma stated as she rolled her eyes,

"Who have you met?"

"That's not the point. Where does this map lead to and why would I want a part of it?"

"Gold, lass, that where the man will take us, gold,"

"I can get gold from anywhere. What's so special about this gold that it requires a map?"

"Because it is gold that belongs to the gods of the sea,"

"That means nothing to me," explained Emma,

"Well Goldie," he smiled, "Ever heard of Ursula Goddess of the sea, or Poseidon God of the sea, or even King Triton?"

"All myths,"

"But myths stem from truth, Goldie, and this myth, the myth of their treasure has a map,"

"I don't believe it," she shrugged, "I can get real gold from other places. I don't want a part of this,"

"Oh come one. This isn't just a little gold. This is a lot of gold and treasure unseen by man."

"Then you can get the map yourself, and drop me off on the way," she snapped.

"Come on, Goldie. Prove me wrong if you want, steal me the map and if we follow it and it turns out nothing is there then fine, you win, but if there is I win,"

"I'm not playing your game,"

"You're a stubborn lass, aren't you. Look, just do this,"

"I don't see why you can't just do this by yourself. You're a pirate you know how theft works. I do not want a part of this mythical gold,"

"Come on, Goldie, it'll be an adventure."

"I don't care," she shrugged.

"Please," Hook said through gritted teeth, "I need your skills, I cannot do this by myself. If I were to go after that map it would ensure a battle and I would likely lose some of my men. If you do it, it'll be a clean job. Think you could even steal yourself something pretty from Blackbeard, and you could prove me wrong, or you could get a load of gold."

"What will I win if I prove you wrong?"

"Making a bet are we, Goldie?"

"Sure," smiled Emma, "I have nothing to lose, I can prove you wrong or I can get a load of gold to settle me in nicely to my new life."

"Knew you'd come around," he smirked "So what are the stakes of the bet then?"

"If I am proved right and it is all myth, then I get to keep the compass but you still have to give me safe passage to my new life,"

"Then if I am right," he began. "Our original deal still stands and, I get free pickings of whatever I want from in that magical satchel of yours,"

"Magical?"

"You've got an awful lot of stuff in there, lass,"

"Been snooping have we?"

"You snooped in my cabin so I thought I'd make it fair,"

"It's bigger on the inside," remarked Emma. Then slowly her hand came out "You can only pick one thing, one, deal?"

"Deal," smiled Hook as he took hold of Emma's hand and they shook. "Now come to the tavern and have a drink, Goldie, and we can organise how you are going to steal this map from Blackbeard." Emma eyed her satchel, "That'll have to stay here. But I can put it somewhere safe."

"I'd rather put it somewhere myself,"

"I know this ship like the back of my, well, you know," he said with a flourish of his hook,

"And with all due respect Hook, I don't trust you knowing the whereabouts of my satchel and well I have searched your cabin, I have a place in mind,"

"Very well, lass. I'll meet you up on the deck. Be sure to leave your cloak behind and put your corset back on," Hook gave her a winning smile before making his way back up the ladder. Emma rolled her eyes once in response.

Hook stood leaning against the mast of his ship his right hand playing idly with his hook. He wondered why he was being so lenient with the thief, if he found out that anyone else had been snooping in his cabin we would have skinned them alive. Anyone giving him orders he would have forced to walk the plank but not her. He wondered what made her so special, he wasn't an idiot to deny that he wasn't attracted to her. To her looks mostly, her personality was something that he was slightly unsure of. In fact he was just unsure of her. She was an enigma wrapped up in a beautiful golden locks and a nice tight corset.

The thought of her corset brought his eyes up as she appeared up onto deck. He smiled at her when she stood before him with her hands on her hips he used his hook to brush a piece of her golden hair off her shoulders. "Bit better, lass, we want your role to be believable. Don't want you looking sloppy." Hook offered her his arm, "Shall we go have a drink Goldie?"

Emma looked down at his am and scoffed, "Please," she turned away from him and got off the ship. As soon as she stepped on land she felt instantly better, she wasn't out of her depth on land. The land was to her what the sea was to Hook. This was her territory. Her domain.