Emma was sleeping peacefully in her bottle. A beautiful dream had captured her and she was smiling softly in her sleep. Hook sat at his desk the bottle resting in the middle of the wooden surface. He just stared at it. The bottle was a dark almost black, green, with a long neck and rather spherical bottom. He sighed as he looked at it and ran his hand through his hair, he wondered what had come over him. That moment up on the deck, it had felt so intimate and he had just wanted to kiss her. Kiss this genie.

He had tried to sleep. Had actually fallen asleep for a bit but his mind was far too awake. Awake with the thoughts of revenge. And Emma. The sun had risen not too long ago and he could hear his crew making their way up on deck for a day of sailing. They would reach land by the end of today. Then tomorrow he would find his crocodile.

Tap. Tap. Emma had been awake for ages and had been pacing her bottle for a while waiting to be summoned. Then realising that wasn't going to happen anytime soon had settled down and was reading a book. Hook had spent a day of sailing and giving orders, though his mind had constantly been flitting back to the bottle in his quarters.

His Hook was now tapping the glass bottle, before he pulled out the cork. The familiar yellow smoke surrounded him and his genie appeared. "We've docked at port love," he smiled. "Care to join us for a drink in celebration of me getting my revenge tomorrow,"

"Shouldn't you celebrate after?"

"Aye, we will be. But we shall also celebrate before."

"Always an excuse to drink," she said whilst rolling her eyes.

"Lass, I am giving you an opportunity to come and have a drink with a devishly handsome pirate. You will get drinks and a chance to stretch your legs out on land. Are you going to refuse me?"

"Fine, Hook. I'll join you," she said as if it was a chore but secretly she was quite excited to be given the chance to walk around on land. She couldn't remember the last time she had. "Why are you inviting me?" she asked suddenly suspicious.

"Why not? May as well have the woman responsible for enabling my revenge in my celebrations don't you think?" His hand came out before her "Come along,"

"If you think I am taking your hand Hook, you must be completely deluded,"

"Would you rather the hook?" he said extending out the curved metal object. His eyebrow raised. "It's Killian Jones by the way love."

"I prefer not to indulge formalities with my masters. I'll stick with Hook,"

"You gave me your name," he pointed out. Emma opened her mouth to respond but didn't have anything. So she just walked past the pirate and pushed open the door from his quarters and walked out into the night.

The noise from the port struck Emma as soon as she walked upon the deck. She could see the land and the buildings that filled it and numerous amounts of men and woman. Her eyes widened and she was completely in awe of the sight. There were so many people. And buildings! "A whole new world isn't it?" came a voice behind her. She just nodded in response. "Come on then love" she felt his hand at the small of her back propelling her forward. Emma quickly stepped forward away from his hand and hurried to step over the edge of the boat and onto the wooden docks leading to land.

Hook was close behind her. Her bottle resting in an inside pocket of his coat. It might not have been a comfortable fit but he knew he had to keep her safe and so having her bottle to hand was the best thing. "We're going into that tavern," he said leaning over her and pointing off towards a building. Emma nodded and allowed Hook to walk in front of her and she followed.

The tavern was lit by an orange glow and was full of men and wenches who faked their giggles and money passed between them. Emma thought the place was amazing as she looked around her and followed Hook to a table where the rest of his crew were around. She didn't notice all the people watching her and looking at her. Hook did.

When they sat down, her sitting on a seat next to him, he had his hooked arm around the back of her chair protectively. She had given him a strange look when he had done it, he had winked at her, she had rolled her eyes, but neither said anything. "Get us some drinks will you Smee," ordered Hook. Emma watched the man with the red cap walk off to the bar. "So Captain, when you get your wish of revenge on the dark one, what will we do?" asked a member of his crew.

"Then lads, we shall feast upon the jewels of his castle. Plundering it until it is empty! Then drink all day and night in celebration!" exclaimed Hook, and all his men roared in victory and raised their tankards. "Good luck with that," Emma said her voice dripping with sarcasm,

"What lass you don't think we'll get all his jewels,"

"He'll have a security system. Magic. You'll definitely need luck if you think you can plunder his castle and leave unscathed,"

"I don't need luck I have you lass,"

Emma sighed and twisted the shackles on her wrist. The shackles of a genie that kept her bound to her bottle.

Hook noticed Smee was taking his time at the bar and saw the man standing there with drinks in hand and gesturing towards Hook. No, not Hook. Emma. He was being a fool and telling others of their find. As Smee made his way back to them and placed the drinks before Hook and Emma, Hook grabbed the man's shirt and brought his face down to his own, "Tell another soul of our new friend and I will bring you the most painful death imaginable." Smee had gulped nervously and muttered an "Aye aye Captain," before sauntering away. Idiotthought Hook. If anyone knew of their new friend, they would try everything they could to get a treasure as splendid as this. Genie's were rare, powerful and oh so desirable. His eyes glanced to Emma. Yes, very desirable.

Hook was taken aback by how much this genie was drinking. "Might want to slow down love," he warned her as she finished her drink and slammed it down on the table.

"I can handle my drink. Which is not something I can say for your men," she looked around at what had once been a table surrounded by Hook's crew, some had drunk themselves unconscious, others had paid for wenches and had gone off completely smashed, others were off outside being sick. "You would have though a band of pirates could handle their rum, evidently not," she remarked with a hiccup and almost fell of her seat but Hook quickly caught her. "You shouldn't berate me about my drinking. This is the free-est I have felt in ages. I want to celebrate it,"

"Don't drink so much that you'll forget it love," he advised her. The little confession from her made his heart ache slightly for this poor lonely girl, trapped in a bottle having to deal with men like him. "Come on lass, lets go for a walk,"

"Why?"

"So you can enjoy your freedom a little bit more,"

"It's only an illusion though. Not real freedom," she stated but got up onto her feet anyway and swayed slightly but Hook stilled her by putting his arm around her waist. "I can walk by myself," she told him swatting his hand away.

"Let me help you," he said. She did, because she had to, not because she wanted to. Hook kept an arm around the tipsy Emma as they walked out of the tavern. His eyes steely as they looked at the man sitting at the bar. The same man who had been speaking to Smee and had been constantly glancing over at them. He made Hook feel uneasy. He knew what the man wanted, but he wasn't going to get it. Hook needed Emma for his revenge and wasn't going to let her go. If this man wanted to steal his genie then he would be expecting a fight a fight Hook would not lose.