"You were worried for me back there weren't you?" smiled Hook. He and Emma were making their way back to the Jolly Roger. She was quiet, a forlorn look settled upon her face and she was staring down at her feet. "Thank you Emma," he told her. "Without you I'd be dead. You did what you had to do." He could see that she was beating herself up about her murder. "I'm fine," she reassured. "It's not the first time I've had someone's blood on my hands." Hook remembered the ship on the day he had found the bottle. The whole crew must have died.

Hook's arm was over Emma's shoulders and her arm was around his waist as she provided him support. Although he was healed it still felt as if he was injured and he also might be playing up a bit in order to have her be so close to him. Emma had informed him that he would be perfectly fine by morning. The magic had gotten rid of the main threat and was now just sorting everything else out. Sometimes wishes took time. He couldn't help but enjoy the fact that she was so close to him and often found himself looking at her and taking in every feature.

"I believe I get to ask a question now," he said filling the silence. "So Swan, how is it you ended up a genie?"

Emma sighed and chewed the bottom of her lip in thought. "I was a thief. I had to be, I had no one to look after me, the only way to survive was to become a thief. I got pretty good. I got involved with someone we became partners in crime, literally. He left me. I snuck aboard a royal vessel in an attempt to get away from all the pain and start fresh. The men on the ship found me and they recognised me from my wanted posters. They tied me up and planned on taking me to the king to be trialled. I escaped. Jumped into the sea. Swam for goodness knows how long. In the end the exhaustion took over and I began to sink. The waves taking me. I thought it was the end. I thought I was going to die. Ursula found me and revived me or woke me up I'm not sure. She told me she could save me, but for a price. Told me she could give me a fresh start but I would have to pay for my crimes. I had stolen from so many so in return I would have to give back. I didn't completely understand what I was agreeing to, but I signed the contract and became a genie." Her tale was told as quick as possible with lack of real detail or feelings tied to any of events. It was clear to hook there was a lot more detail to the story and a lot of pain.

They had arrived back at the Jolly Roger and were making their way into the captain's quarters when she finished her story. "So you are bound forever?" Hook asked as she helped him to sit down on his bed with a grunt. "Yep," nodded Emma.

"That's so unfair,"

"That's life," she said as she helped him take off his leather jacket. She noticed her bottle was in an inside pocket and took it out and placed it on his desk. She didn't question why he had it on him. "Need any other help?" she asked as she placed his coat over the back of his chair.

"You could help me get this bloody shirt off," he said. "I know you'll take great pleasure in undressing me Swan."

"You wish," she scoffed,

"Only have two left, can't waste them on something that is already real." Emma stood before him with her hands on her hips as she stared down at him. He looked up at her and wished nothing more than to pull her down and kiss her. He had almost died and she had saved him. His savior. He groaned uncomfortably when she helped him lift up his arms. Emma did her best not to stare too much as she helped to pull his shirt off of him. His torso riddled with scars and she could see beneath the dried blood that another had been formed today. The contraction his hook was attached to intrigued her. She folded his vest and shirt neatly and placed them next to him on his bed. "I'll fetch some water," she told him as she felt a blush rise to her cheeks at he held onto her gaze. A gaze that was beginning to melt her and make her wish that he would never make his final wishes. That intrusive thought was what caused her to blush, she didn't think like this. Emma Swan did not fall for a wisher, but more importantly men like him most definitely didn't fall for her.

Hook watched her hurry out of his cabin and found himself breathing out a breath he didn't know he was holding. What was it about her that made him so nervous and so willing to do anything for her? That moment when she was fighting for him, he wished nothing more to hold onto life and stop her from being enslaved by this other man. Then when she had rushed to his side he thought, if he had to die, he wouldn't mind dying in her arms with his last image being of her face.

She returned with a small bowl of water and a cloth. He wondered how she had found them. "I imagine you can clean yourself up," she said as she placed the bowl and cloth in his lap, he looked up at her with a puppy-dog look. "I am a man who suffered a near death experience. I need to be taken care of, love."

"I just fought a bloody pirate for you,"

"And I am eternally grateful, if you shall need taking care of I will be more than happy to assist," he smirked cheekily and then looked down at the bowl of water. "I also only have one hand. I may need the assistance, unless you want me to spill water down my trousers and help me out of them. If that is the case then let me tend to myself." Emma sighed and knelt down before him and picked up the cloth and wetted it slightly before running the cloth over his skin and rubbing it gently to clear away the blood. His eyes never left her and her eyes stayed focused on the job at hand. The cloth once done with found itself left in the bowl on the floor. Her fingers however found themselves tracing the new scar upon his body, before she even knew what she was doing. Once she realised she quickly stood up and stepped back. "Big day tomorrow," she said. "We best get some sleep. Goodnight." Then off she disappeared in a cloud of yellow smoke and Killian Jones was left quite wonderstruck his skin tingling from her touch.