Emma wasn't sure how long she had been left in her bottle. She had expected the pirate to summon her out but she had just sat waiting. Emma knew she had probably gone too far in their last conversation; it wasn't entirely her fault she wasn't used to having conversations about people and she was never asked about herself. It threw her off. It panicked her.

She stared down her clothes and thought how strange it was that they were a mixture of Arabian and the sea. The sea witch should have made her home in a shell, but then again she probably would have then been lost at the bottom of the ocean. In mid thought she suddenly felt herself wrenched from her bottle.

Hook took in the sight before him; he had forgotten just how beautiful his genie was. Her hair no longer up fell down in beautiful golden curls. Why was it he had been so drawn to her? Why was she so perceptive of him? He looked at her. Really looked at her and knew immediately that what he was looking at was an orphan she shared the same look with the lost boys in Neverland. He became acutely aware that he was staring and she was looking at him with an unamused glance. He made sure to purposely lick his and raise an eyebrow, "Miss me?" he quipped.

"You wish,"

"Aye that I do love," he said with a wink. "Though not directly. I wouldn't want to waste my precious three on you." Emma felt a clench in her gut, why did that last line hurt her? She shook her head and got rid of the thought. She took in her surroundings and found herself with Hook standing on the deck of his ship underneath the stars.

He walked away from her and up to the helm where his sextant lay next to the wheel. "How long have I been in there?" Emma asked as she followed him. She hadn't wanted to ask the question; she didn't like to engage the wisher but she needed to know. She hated not knowing. "Three days "he answered. "We are using the stars to head to the perfect location for my first wish,"

"Your first wish?"

"You were right, lass, my first wish shall be used on that imp," he spat out the words venomously. His hook turning the wheel slightly to the left as he looked up to the stars. "And I want to watch him writhe in pain. So tell me about the sea witch that is meant to be a myth but obviously not if you are here." The direct use of words were an order even though they weren't said like one so of course Emma had to oblige.

"She's as real as you and I. I met her a very long time ago, how long I don't remember,"

"Why did she curse you into a bottle?" he asked. His face told her that he was genuinely curious. She just shrugged her shoulders in response, she didn't have to tell him, and he wasn't commanding her to do so. He sighed and looked at Emma through the corner of his eye whilst still facing forward out to sea. "You know most men might find your silence as off putting but I do love a challenge," he winked at her. Emma just rolled her eyes. "You're afraid to reveal yourself. That's why you had the focus on me the last time we talked. You're afraid to trust me."

"Why should I trust you? You are nothing but a pirate,"

"Ah, the pirate thing," he stated with a raise of his eyebrows. "Well, I don't need you to share love. You are something of an open book to me."

"Am I?" she stated sceptically. Hook's whole body was facing her completely now, his hook down by his side but his hand still holding onto the wheel. "Yes, you are," he replied. "You don't want to let anyone in, because you are afraid they are just going to leave you again. Abandon you. I know that look in your eyes, I have seen it countless times in Neverland. The look you get when you've been left alone."

"This isn't Neverland,"

"Yeah, well, an orphan's an orphan," he stated. Emma shifted slightly on her feet feeling uncomfortable. She turned away from his striking blue gaze that bore into as if he were reading every part of her life. He stepped forward into her space once again having no regard to personal space and lifted his hook and brushed back a part of her hair. "Love has been all too rare in your life," he said in a whisper. "Have you ever been in love?"

"No I haven't."

"Well, for someone whose never been in love, you're quite perceptive aren't you?"

"Well, maybe I was…once," she admitted. Emma was still avoiding his gaze her arms crossed and her hands running up and down her arms trying to keep her warm against the cold night air.

"You're cold," Hook stated finally noticing that she was shivering in her thin garments. His hand came off the wheel as he shrugged off his leather coat and stepped further into her personal space. "I'm fine," she stated. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head at her as he lifted his coat around her and placed it gently upon her shoulders. "Oh so you're a gentleman now?" As he fixed the coat upon his shoulders his face was impossibly close to her own and he whispered into her ear "I am always a gentleman." A shiver went down Emma's spine and it wasn't because she was cold.

He stepped back to the wheel and Emma automatically felt the absence of his heart radiating from him standing so close. But she had his heavy leather coat now that she put her arms through and wrapped her arms around herself and basked in the body heat that he had left in his coat. Emma turned away and walked to the edge of the boat and stared out at the sea. The moon reflected on its surface and in all honesty she realised she had never been as free as this since her time in the bottle. She had never been summoned out just for the requirement of a conversation with no wishing involved. It felt nice, to live in this false sense of freedom. If she closed her eyes she could pretend that she wasn't a genie, but a pirate who belonged to Captain Hook's crew and went pillaging through the seas. She allowed herself to daydream for a moment, to immerse herself in the idea of freedom. "Want to learn how to navigate by the stars Swan?" he said tearing her out of her dream. Emma turned around to look at him "What use would it do me stuck in a bottle where I can't even see the stars?"

"You are out of it now, and they are in the sky. May as well make the most of the situation,"

"You are a complicated man, Hook," she said as she walked back to him and he lifted the sextant up to show her. "Never have I met a pirate who was so…"

"Devishly handsome?" Emma laughed and shook her head at him; he relished in the sound of her laughter. It was beautiful. He proceeded to show her how to use the sextant, which she focused on with a furrowed brow in concentration. Then he pointed out to her all the different stars in the sky, her eyes dancing with light as she stared up at the open sky. Hook could see the yearning for freedom and adventure in them.

He stepped back and stood behind her and took hold of her arms and placed them on the wheel. "Now start steering Swan," he told her. Hook saw the first smile appear on her face as he watched her with her hands on the wheel. Her eyes ablaze with something he couldn't quite pinpoint. She was losing herself in the moment. Allowing herself to imagine that this was her life. "You'd make a great pirate, love," he told her.