Captain Hook was sitting at the chair at his desk his legs propped up onto the desk and his head lolling back with his mouth open. His eyes shut and gently snoring. Emma wondered why he was sleeping there when her eyes opened to see the shirtless pirate. Although he was shirtless he still wore the brace that his hook attached to. She shifted her body and realised then that she was lying on his bed, the covers had been pulled up around her and someone had taken off her boots so she'd be comfortable but had been enough of a gentleman not to take anything else off.

It was then that Emma remembered the poppy seed power from back on Blackbeard's ship. She noticed how the first ray of sunlight was appearing through the windows, the marking of a new day. She pulled herself up into a sitting position and played with the new ring on her middle finger. "Hook?" she said, the man stirred slightly but remained sleeping. "Hook?" she called again. She three back the covers and stood next to his sleeping body, "Hook!" she shouted loudly by his ear. At once his head jolted forward, his mouth shut and his blue eyes opened wide.

"Oh good you're awake," she smiled sweetly,

"What do you want, Goldie?" he murmured. His accent was stronger, just like how Graham's would get stronger when he was just waking up or was sleepy. Her heart suddenly ached for her friend, for Graham and even for Snow. But she may still return one day.

"Thought it'd be wise if we set sail as early as possible. Blackbeard will know that his map has been stolen, I'll bet he'll put two and two together and come after you," she explained.

"So you got the map?"

"Of course,"

"Wasn't sure, love, you arrived here in quite the state last night," Hook rubbed his hand over his face, his blue eyes glancing to look up at her, "He didn't take advantage of you did he? I mean you looked,"

"I looked what?"

"Drugged and as if you'd been having a night cap of your own,"

"Oh," sighed Emma. "Believe me he never even got a chance. Knocked him out with a rum bottle. I looked drugged because I have inhaled some poppy seed, and I looked like...I was just pretending so I would have time to search,"

"Pretend?"

"You know, making the noises," Emma blushed. Did she really just admit that to Captain Hook? She berated herself and told herself that she only slipped up because she was still tired. "Look it doesn't matter, all that matters is that I was able to steal the map,"

"Let's see it then," he told her. Emma lifted up the front of her skirt revealing her creamy white skin, "Woah!" exclaimed Hook as he jumped out of his chair, "What are you doing, lass?"

"Oh relax," she told him as she let a couple of layers drop back down and she untied something and pulled out the rolled out map. She held it out for him and he took hold of the other end of the map, they were already standing close to one another but she tugged at the map and pulled him closer and brought her mouth to his ear, "Remember our deal Hook,"

"Oh I do, lass," he smiled. She let go of the map and stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bed. She crossed her legs and raised her eyebrows at Hook as he licked his bottom lip,

"Take a look then," she told him. He nodded and sat down in his chair pulling it back in and unrolling the map before him.

"By the way, lass," he said looking away from the map and at her, "We're not docked at Tortuga anymore, as soon as you were back, we set sail. I'm no idiot,"

"Good for you," she said and shifted her body back so she could rest herself back against the wall of the ship.

She was shaken abruptly awake and saw Hook peering down at her, now fully dressed in his leather pirate garb. "Don't look so disappointed, lass," he winked, "If you wish to see me without a shirt all you have to do is ask nicely,"

"The map?" she questioned,

"Just the one we needed,"

"You're welcome by the way," she retorted,

"If thanks is what you want,"

"Yes it is," she nodded. "Just the words will suffice,"

"Thank you, Goldie,"

She nodded and nudged him out of the way with her foot and slid off the bed. "How long was I asleep?"

"Only a couple hours,"

"Got any food?" she asked. He pointed to a bowl on his desk, "Porridge?"

"Don't you like it?"

"No, I do, just didn't expect pirates to be eating porridge," she shrugged and sat herself at his desk and began to politely shovel the warm oats into her mouth. He just nodded at her and descended up the ladder onto deck.

Emma ran her finger around the bowl getting the last trails of porridge and popped her finger into her mouth. She let out a sigh as she took her finger out of her mouth and slowly lifted her arm to take a whiff. She grimaced. It'd been too long since she had washed. The last time being before her heist at the Evil Queen's palace. Meaning she still held smell to two days of walking on foot, blood from the guards she'd killed and mud and dirt. She was beginning to smell rather unpleasant. She made a note to herself to have a wash tonight when the ship was anchored and all the pirates were asleep.

Emma retightened her corset but found it wasn't as easy to do so. She remembered the bag of powder, she pulled it out and took it to the secret place she had hid her satchel and put the powder inside before making her way up on deck. It was a cloudy yet warm day, almost stifling. As she took her place at the helm next to Hook he turned to her and gave her a dazzling smile, "There's a storm brewing,"

"Should we plan to make port somewhere for when it blows,"

"It won't be my first storm, Goldie, we'll be fine," he assured her. Emma noticed the map was out before Hook, covering the part of the wheel which was the crossed out P and S.

"How far away are we from the mythical treasure?"

"If the storm stays away, I would say about five or six days of sailing, if the storm hits and she's a big one and we go off course then I don't know,"

"Five or six days!" exclaimed Emma. "I have to be on this bloody ship for that long,"

"Don't insult the Jolly, lass," Hook warned her. "She's the finest vessel that ever sailed the seas,"

"Whatever," scoffed Emma and walked away from Hook and to the back of the ship where she rested her arms against it and stared out at the blue expanse. She held her hand out before her just staring at the ring on her hand,

"Don't recall seeing that on your hand before, love,"

"Don't call me that," she sighed, "And that's because it wasn't on my hand before. It's new,"

"Ah, found yourself a trinket when upon Blackbeard's ship,"

"Yes"

"It's nice," he told her. Emma slowly turned her head around to see the Hook had his hand on the wheel but was turned around and looking at her. She stood up straight and stood completely facing him,

"Got a thing for rings?"

"I just know a pretty treasure when I see it," he told her, but the way he spoke didn't make it sound like he was speaking about the ring. "So we have five days together, shall we start sharing our stories now,"

"I haven't got a story,"

"Oh come one, sure you do. You're Goldilocks, notorious thief, there's definitely a few stories there. Plus you have that look in your eye,"

"What look?"

"The look you get when you've been left alone. I've been to Neverland and the lost boys all share that same look as you,"

"Yeah, well, we're not in Neverland,"

"An orphan's an orphan,"

"Just focus on steering your ship, Hook," she told him and quickly turned back around.

"So I'm right?"

"What does it matter if you are?"

"Just trying to get to know you Goldie," he said, and although she wasn't looking she just knew he was shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, well, don't. I'm not planning on departing from this "adventure" as us being unlikely friends, I'm here for one thing and one thing only. Safe passage," remarked Emma, "Don't forget that Hook,"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

After Emma had eaten back down in Hook's cabin she made her way back up on deck. They had anchored themselves out at sea. Emma stood at the bow of the ship, it was nice to stand somewhere different for a change. She stood on her tiptoes her hands gripping the front of the ship and took in a deep breath of the ocean's air. The forest could sometimes feel so stifling but out here at sea, it didn't feel like that. She felt free, as if she was a nobody, as if there were no bounty on her head and she wasn't in any danger. Emma waited a long time, just standing there at the front of the ship. There were still clouds in the sky, the humidity still too warm. Now and again the clouds would break and reveal the stars but it wasn't often.

She finally settled down properly on her feet and stepped back. Emma undid the laces of her corset, and pulled it off letting it drop to the floor. She looked around herself apprehensively before lifting her dress up over her head and discarding it next to the corset. She carefully took the ring off her finger and placed it atop the pile of her clothes. She wiggled her bare feet and told herself to remember to put her boots back on tomorrow. Then she walked over to a mast and untied a piece of rope and threw it over the side of the ship, knowing she'd need it to help her get back on. Finally she stepped up onto the edge of the ship and dived into the cool depths below.

Her head came out of the water, her hair flying back and Emma let out a quiet yell as the coldness of the sea met with her skin. It was a shock to feel such a sharp contrast in temperature. It was pleasant though, she swam around in the water for a while, just stretching out her limbs, then decided to float upon her back. As she did she used her hands to rub any bits of dirt and blood of her body.

Finally she felt clean and so decided to close her eyes and bask in the serenity of the moment. Emma decided she'd been in the sea for long enough so swam back over to the ship and reached up for the roped and used it to climb herself back up onto the ship. Emma was bent over about to pick up her clothes when she heard a voice, "Have fun out there Goldie?" Emma yelped in surprise and quickly lifted up her dress to cover herself up and spun around. Hook was leaning against the mast of his ship his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes raking Emma up and down.

"How long have you been there?"

"Not entirely sure, lost track of time, watching you swim naked,"

"You pervert,"

"I was concerned as to where you had got to. Came outside saw your pile of clothes peered over the edge of my ship and you were swimming back to it about to grab the ropes. The only things I've seen have been your backside Goldie, sadly," he smirked. "You are lucky it was me and not one of my men who came out here. They would not have been quite as gentlemanly as I. If you wanted a wash all you had to do was say, we do happen to have a tin tub aboard the ship,"

"Okay," she nodded,

"Come lass, I have something you can dry yourself off with in my cabin," he told her before turning away and going off to his cabin. Emma chewed the inside of her lip and then bent down to pick up her ring and placed it back on her finger. She picked up her corset and with her clothes held tight against her wet body she went back to Hook's quarters.

Once standing at the bottom of the ladder he threw a towel at her. Her hands let go of her clothes in order to catch it, she automatically regretted her decision when she missed the towel but noticed Hook had turned his back giving her some privacy. She bent down and picked up the towel, "Thank you," she said.

"No problem, lass,"

As she was drying herself Hook threw something else over his shoulder, "What's this?"

"I would assume a corset might be quite uncomfortable to sleep in," he told her. Emma looked down at the black piece of clothing on the floor,

"One of your shirts,"

"Aye," he nodded. "Will it suffice?"

"I suppose" she nodded. Emma folded the towel up nicely before pulling one of Hook's shirts over her head. She noticed the amount of button that were undone and rolled her eyes and quickly did them up. The shirt came mid-thigh, she told herself she was lucky it even came down that far. "Four days of sailing," she said. "I prove you wrong, then you drop me off," she recited,

"Can I turn around now?"

"Aye," she said mocking him. He spun around and peered at Emma wearing his shirt and gave her a smile.

"Want a drink?" he said procuring his flask of rum out of his leather coat.