Smee looked up at Rumplestiltskin's castle a smile on his face. Of course he still felt some fear but he had self assurance now. He was confident in what he was doing. He realigned the strap from his satchel and walked up to the Dark One's door and knocked on it. The door opened to reveal Rumplestiltskin his left hand, now replaced with a fully functioning metal one. He had dark rings underneath his eyes, his face looked completely fatigued. He seemed obviously broken. "What do you want?" he demanded from Smee.

"I want to make a deal,"

"What could you possibly have that I would want?" he asked. Smee answered by opening up his satchel and pulling out a rum bottle. Rumplestiltskin let out a giggle and jumped between his feet his eyes now aglow with something that they were lacking with before. "Come one in," he gestured with his metal hand.

Hook's face was steely his focus only on one thing. Then as he looked up and saw a flock of swans flying overhead He spun the wheel ferociously a crazed grin on his face, they had arrived.

Rumplestiltskin sat down at his spinning-wheel and continued to spin gold from straw. "What is it you want? I believe last time you wanted immortality,"

"I already have that," Smee smiled,"

"Ah, so you've already had your turn with the genie, "What more could you possibly want?"

"Something she can't give me,"

"What would that be?"

"Love,"

"I'm awfully flattered dearie but you're not my type," grinned Rumplestiltskin as he placed his heart to his chest before continuing to spin. "Love is tricky, I cannot give you love. Making someone love you is magic that not even I can do,"

"Then help me find it,"

"You want fairy dust then. Their dust can lead you to your true love,"

"Fairy dust is exchange for the genie then," Smee proposed,

"I believe what I am giving you is worth far more than just a genie,"

"The genie will get you to your son. I think it is a fair deal," argued Smee.

"Deal," giggled Rumplestiltskin as he stood up from his spinning wheel and brought his right hand forward as if presenting it to ask for a dance. Though as he did so a small brown bag appeared. He threw it to Smee who caught it in his hand and then presented Rumplestiltskin with the bottle. "Pleasure doing business dearie. I assume we'll see each other again. After all we both have long lives ahead of us."

Smee nodded his thanks and left. He watched him go then spun around on his heels and placed the bottle on his long dining table before pulling out the cork. "Hello dearie," he greeted.

"Master mine, your will is thine, tell me your wishes three," spoke Emma then with a curt nod she greeted "Rumplestilskin."

He had allowed his crew the night off to enjoy the celebrations of this town. There was bunting everywhere and the sweet sea shanties chorused in the air. They were all celebrating the Goddess of the Sea, Ursula. As he was looking around him and making his way to the castle he bumped into someone, he quickly caught the red haired woman and she smiled at him, "Sorry," she said, "Not quite used to being on legs,"

"It's okay lass. On legs?"

"Oh nothing," she said blushing. "I'm Ariel by the way,"

"Hook," he said with a brandish of the thing itself,

"Don't you have an actual name?"

"Aye, but everyone calls me by my moniker,"

"Well it's nice to meet you Hook," she smiled, "You haven't seen a woman with very black hair, fair skin,"

"Can't say I have,"

"I lost her. We were meant to enter the castle together. She's helping me out," Ariel said as she looked around her.

"Can I ask you a question love?"

"Sure," she nodded bringing her attention back to him. It was then that she realised he was a pirate and suddenly became quite concerned. She wished she hadn't lost Snow. "Do you believe that she is real?"

"Who?"

"The sea witch,"

"Oh, I'm not sure. She might be,"

"Well say she was, how might someone get in contact with her?"

"If it was me, I would stand by the shore and call out to her. If she is real then I am sure she would hear you," Ariel replied. "Oh look there's Snow," she lifted a hand and waved it to her friend. Hook turned around to see the black haired, pale skinned woman run over to them. "This is Hook, Hook this is Snow," she exchanged pleasantries. Snow and Hook shook hands. "You seem sad," she told him.

"I'm fine," he assured her.

"What's a pirate doing here?"

"The sea is my home. Thought I should pay my thanks to the goddess of it," he smiled. The two women nodded. "Enjoy the party ladies," he told them. They linked arms and walked away into the castle where the music was pouring out of. Hook debated whether to head to the shore or go and take a peek at the party. He went to the shore.

The pirate stood staring out at the sea. The moon reflected on its surface. He glanced around to ensure that no one was around then began to speak, "Ursula, Goddess of the sea, Sea witch, mythical being. If you are real and I know you are. I need your help. A long time ago you cursed a woman into a genie. I wish to make a deal with you. I want to free her. If you could just make yourself known and we could talk about this some more," he waited. Nothing happened. "Not biting today are we lass? I shan't give up. I shall return again and again. I will have an audience with you."

Killian sighed and turned back to the castle. Decided he was going to go to the celebrations and have some drink. Plus there may be someone there who could offer him some better advice than talking at the water.

He walked down the stairs to the dance floor where couples held onto one another and danced to the music. He would have like to dance with Swan here. He noticed the black haired woman from earlier standing by the food table watching her red haired friend and a prince dance together. He walked over to her. "Not dancing lass?"

"Is that an invitation?"

"No. Just wondering,"

"The man I would like to dance with isn't here," she said,

"Aye, the same for me. But a woman not a man," he added at the end with a wink.

"Is that why you are sad?"

"Aye,"

"Well don't worry, I am sure it will work out," she smiled.

"I hope so,"

"Hope," she said wistfully, "All happy endings start with hope." He turned away from the dancing couple and looked at her, "Say that again,"

"All happy endings start with hope?"

"Aye that. She told me that,"

"The woman that you've lost?"

"Aye,"

"What's her name?"

"Emma Swan," he sighed. Her name like a promise on his lips, like hope personified. Snow's mouth was agape, "I met an Emma Swan once. I saved her from some Ogres,"

"You did?"

"Blonde hair, green eyes?"

"That's her," he smiled. "You must have been the bandit she spoke of. You don't look like a bandit though love,"

"It's complicated,"

"Life's complicated,"

"What happened to her?" she asked.

"Wait…how long ago did you meet her?"

"A few years ago,"

"And she was a thief at the time?"

"Yes,"

"That liar," he said with fondness as he shook his head. "She said. She said she had been alive for a long time, said she had been a genie for a long time…she did say though. That it sometimes felt. Maybe she doesn't remember how long its been."

"Genie?"

"She's been cursed," he said. Ariel had fallen to the floor, shared a couple words with her prince and then hurried out. Snow's eyes followed her. "Aren't you going to help your friend?" he asked her.

"Don't go anywhere," she told him before running off after Ariel. Hook glanced around the room at all these well dressed people. Then he noticed the statue by the stairs. A woman with tentacles instead of legs. Slowly he walked over to the gold statue and stared up at it. Ursula? He wondered. He glanced to his left and right, before speaking in a quiet tone, "Ursula, Goddess of the Sea. I need your help. It's to do with a woman you cursed, Emma Swan."

"The genie?" the statue said a smile spreading across her golden lips. Killian's eyes widened. "Come back when the party's over darling," she told him.