She fell into his arms, "I... I can't see."

Without a second thought, he scooped her up off of her feet. "Hold on, Emma," he whispered as he carried her back into the Quarters. He laid her down over the already ruffled blankets, careful to gently lower her head onto a plush feather pillow. He immediately took off running down the hall towards David and Mary Margaret's bunk.

"Get up," he ordered as he slammed opened the door. "Now!"

"What," David mumbled incoherently. He squinted as Hook shined the bright light in his face. "What the hell…"

"It's Emma," he muttered as he lit one of their lanterns.

Snow immediately sat up, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I," Hook swallowed, "I heard and followed a noise out to the deck. She was standing there… alone out in the storm. She dropped to the floor and I haven't been able to wake her." David and Snow both urgently pushed aside their blankets and followed Hook down the hall to her room.

Snow rushed to kneel down by Emma's bedside as she felt her forehead, "Emma... honey...?" She looked back up to the two men with wide concerned eyes, "David she's burning up."

"Should we wake Regina or Gold? Maybe they could help?"

"No, someone just bring me a rag and cold water."

Killian paced out of the room before David could even turn. She looked back down to her unconscious daughter, "Emma, can you hear me?"

David walked over to the other side of the bed, "What would make her go outside during a storm? I spoke with her just two hours ago and she seemed fine."

"Concussions are unpredictable," she muttered, "I should have stayed with her."

"Hey, don't do that to yourself," he responded with a soothing voice, "We'll just keep a better eye on her from now until she gets better... regardless of whether she wants us to or not."

Snow looked up to him with a weak smile. Hook returned with a glass of ice water. He opened one of his drawers and pulled out his already torn black shirt. David and Snow watched as he unmercifully ripped another large strip from it. "Here," he offered the cloth and water to Snow, "is there anything else she would need?"

"No," she smiled, "this is it for now. Thank you, Hook."

David gave him a grateful nod as he tossed the fabric onto the ground and turned to take his leave. Snow couldn't help but notice the slight pause in his departure; the lingering look of concern that he gave to Emma. It was clear that he did not want to leave her.

Hook closed the door to the Quarters and sighed. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and took a deep breath.

"Rough night?" Gold muttered loud enough to reach Hook's ears through the rain. He leaned in the shadow of the stairwell.

"Gods, does anyone on this ship sleep?"

"You're certainly one to talk," Gold grinned. "I had hoped I might have a word with the Captain, though I didn't want to intrude on any business you might have had earlier with Miss Swan."

"You best keep out of my affairs, Crocodile."

"It would have been nice if you gave my son's death at least a week before going after the mother of his child. Though I suppose I do understand your desire to get out any last minute urges before it's too late."

"Have you come here to inform me that you'll be ripping her heart out too?"

"No no, I'll leave that to Pan." Gold grinned, "Oh don't tell me you aren't aware of it. Pan has named his next target, no thanks to the glorious show she put on this afternoon. I wouldn't be surprised if the Lost Ones come for her and him tonight."

"That's not going to happen," Hook growled, "That little bastard won't be getting near her."

"Oh and who is going to stop him? You?" Gold grinned with amusement. "Tell me Captain, what do you think will happen if we somehow find a way back to Storybrook? Do you really believe that Pan will stand for trespassers invading his territory and leaving unharmed? Don't be a fool. Even if we rescue Henry, open a portal and return back, Pan will only follow us with his wrath."

Hook dropped his eyes uncomfortably, "What are you getting at?"

"I would think my point is simple; Pan needs to be killed."

"How in the bloody hell do you propose we go about that? The boy can't be..."

"Well that's just it, isn't it?" he smirked. "For the first time in a very long time, Pan is mortal. His reign of power over this world and all others can be brought to an end. All it takes is a sword and a man strong enough to wield it."

"I know what you're asking of me," he muttered. "I won't."

"There's no way around it. You of all people must understand; there's no surviving this unless he dies."

"If I cut down Pan, then Henry would also be lost."

"Yes then Henry wouldn't have to face an eternity of servitude and we'd all be free to return to Storybrook with our lives."

"I still have faith in the lad. There's still a chance..."

"Chance to do what? You don't even know what you're dealing with anymore. This is beyond anything you or I have ever seen. Henry would lay down his life if it meant the survival of his family."

"And I'm supposed to trust that you know what is in the child's best interest? As his grandfather, you seem strangely apathetic in pursuing his freedom. Is this all it takes for you to give up on him?"

Gold voice twisted into an impish tone, "You know as well as I that there is no way around it, dearie."

"Oh, is that so? Then why don't you do it?" He growled menacingly. "I won't be responsible for bringing harm to the boy," his eyes narrowed threateningly. "I will find a way to save him with or without your help. You can go join Pan in hell, Crocodile."

"I certainly hope you find a plan soon. It's only a matter of time before they start picking us off one by one… starting with Emma." Gold gave him one last knowing smirk before retreating down the stairs into the lower levels of the vessel.

No matter how long he stood there in the pouring rain, he couldn't wipe the picture out of his head. His manic, dead gaze over her. The cold metal knife twirling in his hand. She looks up at him and sees the shadow of her son staring back. He felt sick at the mere thought.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the Quarters opened. David gave Hook a quick nod before pulling up a chair beside the door. "I thought you went back to bed," he muttered as he sank down onto the seat.

"Storms make me uneasy. I take it you'll be guarding the door tonight."

"I shouldn't have left her in the first place."

Hook nodded, "I fear it will be a long night. Pray the storm calms before dawn."

"Yeah," David smiled wearily. "Hey, thanks again for finding her. Snow and I, well, we're really grateful."

Hook nodded uncomfortably, "I'm off to my room. Do find me if there are any more problems." He awkwardly turned and felt David's eyes on him as he departed from the main deck.