Emma woke with a jolt as she felt warm breath on her neck. The face that had been snuggled into her neck also woke up from her sudden movement. "Shhh, love," the face said, "Just lay back down." But she couldn't. How could she? She quickly jumped out of his small bed, their bodies had been incredibly close. He rolled over in the bed and she could feel a blush rising in her cheeks as she stared down at his naked torso. "See something you like?" he winked.

"Smee made two of his three wishes!" she blurted out quickly.

"What!" he sat upright in his bed. "Where is that bilge rat?" he demanded as he stepped out of his bed, wearing only very thin cotton pants that left nothing to the imagination. Emma quickly turned around. "He's long gone.

"Then how are you here?"

"He didn't send me back into my bottle so I quickly came here so I could say goodbye.

"How did you get here? We're out at sea!"

"You weighed anchor at another port last night. Didn't you feel the storm? The winds were howling,"

"No I didn't lass. I must have been asleep,"

"Well, Smee made his getaway with two wishes under his belt and you know, he's going to make his final wish soon. Then he's got plans,"

"What plans?"

"It doesn't matter," she assured him but he didn't feel assured. "I just wanted to say goodbye."

"I'm not saying goodbye to you lass,"

"Then don't, but I have to say goodbye to you,"

"Stay here with me,"

"I can't," she said sadly. "I'm a genie."

"We can find away. I just. I can't let you go,"

"It wouldn't have worked out between us anyway," she told him. He raised an eyebrow but she couldn't see as she had his back to him. He stepped forward and she felt his arm come around her waist and pull her back into him, "Liar," he whispered into her hair. Emma quickly stepped out of his grip and turned around to him. "Look, you and I, we're friends,"

"Believe me Emma you are much more than a mate," he said stepping forward.

"We've learnt a lot from each other. We've had an adventure. But now we have to say goodbye."

"I will find you,"

"I don't want you to,"

"I will,"

"Don't,"

"I'll think about you every day," he told her. She sighed and put her hands on her hips and tilted her head and shook it at him. She had been hearing Smee's voice in the back of her mind calling "Genie! Where are you? I summon you!" her cuffs were burning from not responding instantly to the command. But she had to say goodbye. "I have to go. Goodbye Killian Jones. It was nice meeting you."He went to go and grab her but she disappeared into a puff of yellow smoke.

He yelled out in frustration and stared at the spot where she had been. Then slowly he lowered himself down on his bed. It was still warm from where she had been lying and he could just about smell her. She smelt of rum, fresh flowers and cinnamon. He wasted no time in getting changed and getting out on deck. Sure enough they had made port and the air has that fresh feel to it and the sky was clear just like it should be after a storm. He shouted for his crew.

Emma appeared before Smee in his new home, furnished lavishly and he was rich beyond his dreams, he would never have to worry about gold again. She knew with time he would find all of this unfulfilling and would want something more. "Where were you?" he demanded,

"Sorry, master, I was sleeping I didn't hear you,"

"Hear me! I was shouting into your bottle,"

"Granting wishes can be exhausting," she explained with a fake smile.

"Right…Well, I know what I want for my final wish,"

"Which is?"

"I want to be immortal," he told her. "Can I wish for that?"

"Yes," she nodded. "But remember you can still be killed by other things. You just won't die from age,"

"I wish to be immortal,"

"Your wish is my command," blinked Emma. He looked down at himself "It has happened," she told him before disappearing back into her bottle. She looked around her bottle before sitting down at her armchair. Why had today suddenly felt like it was on fast-forward and only now had it returned to regular speed? She didn't quite know what to do with herself now. Her eyes fell to her bookcase, all the books were now strewn across the floor. Smee had been shaking her bottle. Emma sighed before getting up and beginning the arduous task of reorganising her bottle.

"Where we heading Captain?" one of Hook's crew asked. Killian took down from his position at the wheel, "We're heading to a certain kingdom that celebrates a certain goddess at this time of year," was his answer.

His crew all looked confused but did not question that Captain any further. "Lift the anchor, men. We have some sailing to do!" Hook grinned; he would find her. He would bring her back and he knew exactly where to start.