Emma turned her head to face the pirate "so, care to share the story of you, learning Latin?"
Hook looked away, down at his feet "it's no interesting one, lass, no fighting"
" It's about your brother?" She asked softly.
"And more than that." Hook took a long pause, lost somewhere deep down in his own thoughts. "As you understand, love, I grew up pretty strictly, though my own parents abandoned us all, they still put very heavy foundation for us"
Emma nodded a little, but didn't said a thing, she didn't want to ruin the moment.
"So, me and my brother decided that Naval Academy would be the best option compared to orphanage, since our only living relative - uncle, took in our little sister. So as you can guess all I know, stars, navigation, fighting, languages, damn, even manners, was thought to me there"
"what about your sister? You've never told us about her" Emma asked curious.
"Well she's long gone and dead, most likely"
"huh?" Emma asked wishing to know more.
"It's been over 300 years, love, besides she ran off night before her arranged wedding, with very high ranked men, last thing we've heard about our Thumb' that she was seen to be ripped apart in the grate ogre war"
Emma gently touched his hand, giving it a light squeeze "I'm sorry, Killian"
Hook Opened his mouth to say more, but it was interrupted rudely, by Graham, who'd jumped on the deck of ship, smiling widely and rushing towards Hook.
"I did it!"
"Did what?" Emma asked, but no one seamed to notice her anymore.
"Where, is she?" Hook asked looking up at Graham, as if he'd found a missing par of Hook's soul.
"She's in town, used to go by name Ella, works in flower shop, on the main street"
"WHO?" Emma asked desperate for answers
Hook glanced at her " my sister"