Much as he would have liked to stick around and pay his queen another midnight visit, Killian Jones had things to do, people to see…and one very strange chest to deliver to a very evil queen who was willing to pay a very large sum of money for it. Killian had no idea what it contained, and he didn't much care. He'd gone to a lot of trouble to get it in the first place, and now that he'd gotten it back, he wanted to get it to Queen Regina before anything else went wrong because of it.

They just had to make one stop to resupply before they could head to the Queen's kingdom, and as usual, in order to avoid the heavy lifting associated with actually resupplying, Killian and a few of the lads headed to the local tavern to let off some steam.

"Another round!" Killian called out laughingly as he clunked his empty tankard down on the table, glancing around for the wench with the ale. He was not disappointed, a curvy body leaning over him to reach the table, and he tilted his head to the side to admire the generous swell of cleavage over her corset. Distracted and a little drunk, he almost didn't notice the gleam of a red jewel dangling right in front of him, but when his eyes did focus on it, he blinked, his mind snapping to attention, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her bodily into his lap for a better look at her face. She dropped the pitcher of ale in the process, and a cry went up around the table as ale sloshed over the wood and onto the floor. Killian didn't care about that right now though. "Well, what have we here?"

"Took you long enough to notice," she criticized mildly, one hand lighting on his chest, she leaned in close to wrap the other arm around his shoulders, her fingertips tickling the hair at the nape of his neck gently. "I thought I was going to have to have to get up on the table and dance just to get your attention."

"You make a very convincing tavern wench," he answered, pushing her hair back behind her ear with the tip of his hook, admiring her curves, not for the first time, but the first time from so close. She lifted her hand from his chest to pull his chin up to meet her gaze. "Although if you still wanted to do that dance…"

"I think I'll pass."

"Of course you will. Because you wanted me to notice you, for some reason, I'm sure, but there are some fellows in this tavern who I'm sure you don't want to notice you. Some who are…just not as forgiving as I am." He glanced around, well aware that there were a few captains around who she had stolen from, and that was why she hadn't just sauntered up to him and was instead playing the sultry wench. He didn't mind the change. "So, what brings you to such unfriendly waters, my lovely?"

"Can't a girl just be looking for a good time?" Her hand had travelled up the back of his neck, and was now ruffling his hair in a most distracting way, so he tightened his grip on her waist to remind her who was in control here.

"And what makes you so sure I'm not going to give you up to all these disgruntled gentlemen?" He gestured vaguely around with his hook, and she ran her fingers up his jaw softly.

"You wouldn't do that," she purred, leaning in towards his ear. "Because if you did, I wouldn't have the chance to thank you for your generous gift." She took his earlobe between her teeth lightly, to remind him of the ruby drop in her ear. He grinned as her lips moved down his neck, and he reached for the hem of her voluminous skirts with his hook.

"Perhaps we should move to a more…private location?" He suggested, lifting his eyebrows suggestively.

"Like your ship?" She suggested in turn, setting off some alarm bells. Why would she be so eager to get on board his ship? He laughed.

"I wouldn't exactly trust you onboard my ship, no offense, love." His eyes closed for a few seconds when he felt her lips press against his jaw softly. "Maybe we should just get a room." Lifting her head, her eyes flashed with something dangerous, but before he could think to question it, she was getting to her feet.

"None taken. But are you sure you can handle me?" She taunted somewhat cruelly, but Killian was too distracted by the way her lips turned up when she smiled to be very bothered by it.

"I'm going to make you eat those words, darling." He answered as she reached for his hand and pulled him to his feet, she started backing up towards the stairs, she giggled with amusement and twirled around, her curls bouncing behind her as she led the way upstairs.

Distracted by the swing of her hips as they ascended the stairs, he didn't take notice of her ducking as she reached the last step until he himself was there, and while he paused, it was already too late, as something came whooshing towards his head and the world went dark.

"Cap'n! Cap'n, wake up!" Killian groaned groggily as he was shaken awake, blinking his heads and trying to get past the pounding of his head to listen to the words that were being rapidly thrown at him, but they seemed to just bounce off like corks off a dartboard.

"Slow down, Mr Smee." He demanded, a hand going to his head, as the memories of how he'd gotten here came flooding back, and he was painfully reminded that his current state was not, unfortunately, caused by an evening of drunken delights, but rather by a hellishly duplicitous woman.

"But Cap'n!" Mr Smee insisted, backing up as Killian pushed himself up into a sitting position on the dirty tavern sheets. At least she hadn't just left him in the hallway, he supposed. "She's taken the bloody ship!" That got his attention.

"What?!" He demanded, dropping his hand from his forehead to glare at his first mate with a fearsome gleam in his blue eyes. Smee shrunk back, taking his hat off and fidgeting with it in his hands.

"Just as I said, Cap'n. That...bloody Red, woman! She and her crew took the ship while's you were out!" Killian got to his feet, taking a threatening step towards the stout man.

"My…ship….she took my damn ship?!" He growled, outrage spilling over. "And what, you and the lads just sat back and let her?!" What did he have a damn crew for, if every time that witch in a too tight corset was about, they all lost their wits?

"No, we fought, sir, we fought! But…they had a bloody great wolf! Nearly ate half the crew, sir! But…well, the thing chased us off the ship, and before we had so much as a chance to try and take it back, they were setting sail!" He explained, shrinking back into the corner as his captain advanced on him with a dangerous look in his eye, raising his hook in a very threatening manner. "B-b-but thy abandoned their own ship, sir! It's…in a bit of a state, to be sure, but we can go after them! The lads are already getting 'er sea ready."

Hook glared at the little man again, then turned away, the murderous look still bright in his eyes. Oh, they were going to catch that pretty little thing, and her damn wolf too, and when they did, when he got his hand on her, the things he was going to do her….

"Then we'd best get after her. Any idea where they were headed?" He pushed down his rage, saving it for when he had her in his clutches, and listened as Mr Smee answered in a shaking voice, but while he was listening, he realized something, and swore colourfully.

"W-what is it, Cap'n?"

"Bloody woman took my coat. Again."