It was not that hard to figure out where Hook might be heading. After all, he was a pirate, and pirates belonged on the sea and thus Wolfgang dragged Chris along to the Storybrooke docks. They found the pair they were following just as they boarded one of the boats. Wolfgang felt a slight tinge of disappointment due to the fact that it was not a real, proper pirate ship, but a regular, middle-sized sailing boat.

"Oi, mate!" Wolfgang called out as the pirate was about to climb onboard. He stopped and turned towards them, one of his eyebrows rising as it so often did when he found something that surprised or amused him.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, not bothering to address them with their names.

"I just wanted to see if we could come along", Wolfgang answered. "Some fresh sea air could do Chris good."

Hook's eyes turned towards the other man.

"Honestly, he looks like he could use a good night's sleep more than this."

Wolfgang quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him slightly away from the boat.

"Chris knew Neal in the Enchanted Forest, I'm sure of it", he said, his voice low. "I heard you were going to talk to Henry about him and figured that maybe some old stories will trigger his memory, get him to come to grips with what has happened as well."

"Do you really think a sea voyage is going to help him?" Hook asked, once again raising an eyebrow. "He looks like he will throw up any minute now."

"First time on alcohol does that to you, wouldn't you agree?"

Hook blinked in surprise and a flash of recognition passed over his face before he composed himself.

"Well, if Henry says it's fine for you to come along, I don't see why not."

He waved them towards the boat where the teenage boy stuck up his head from the hatch.

"Hey mate, would you be alright if we came along?" Wolfgang asked, pointing at himself and Chris. "Reminiscing a bit about your dad somewhere away from this town would certainly make my friend here feel a lot better."

"Yeah, sure", Henry said, then turned towards Chris. "You knew my dad?"

"Sort of, yeah", Chris managed to say. "Wolf, are you sure this is a good idea? I'm going to vomit any minute now."

"Just get on the boat", Wolfgang ordered. "We'll get you a bucket when you need one."

Nick muttered something inaudible before heading down below deck, doubtlessly finding some place to lay down. Wolfgang, on the other hand, stayed above as Hook skilfully manoeuvred the vessel out of the docks. The salty air made him grin.

"I saw you at the funeral", Henry said, sitting down opposite him.

"Yeah", Wolfgang said and held out his hand. "I'm Wolfgang, Wolf for short."

"You're from Australia?"

"That's right", Wolfgang responded. "Chris is as well."

"So my father was in Australia at some point?" Henry asked. Wolfgang paused; he had walked straight into that one.

"Yeah", he eventually answered. "He travelled quite a lot, from what I heard. How much do you know about him?"

"Not much", Henry admitted. "I only found out his name now that he's dead. He and my mum used to steal things together, but then he bailed on her and allowed her to get caught and put in jail. I was born there."

"Wow, so... you never met him?"

"No", Henry answered and shook his head. "When mum and I came here I thought she was acting strange and yesterday she admitted it was because of my dad, that he was in trouble and she had come here to help him, only she was too late. She said that the reason we're staying here now is because she wants to catch the one who killed him."

"And you want that too?" Wolfgang asked. Henry nodded, his face suddenly determined.

"Yeah", he said. "Mum said he was a good man and good men should not be killed for something they did in the past."

After the appearance of the Wicked Witch at the Diner, Robin had led his Merry Men back to their forest camp. His main concern was his son, Roland, but the little boy was blissfully unaware of the danger the town was facing. Tuck offered to watch him while Robin grabbed his crossbow and set out into the woods.

Inhaling the smell of the trees around him made him feel at home. This world was a strange one and he certainly did not understand people's obsessions with all of those "electronics", or the magic carriages they called cars that spit out toxic smoke that made him want to gag. Here was where he belonged and he would be damned if he could not protect it.

His tracking senses kicked in at once when the sound of the camp disappeared behind him. He loaded the crossbow absentmindedly while continuing his journey, his senses tuned to the forest, picking up every single thing that sounded out of place.

And he did hear something that did not belong there; someone walking around not far away from where he was. He crouched down, stepping lightly as he followed the sound. A fallen tree blocked his way, but he knew for certain that whoever it was would be on the other side of it. Now he just needed to wait.

After a while the walking, or pacing, stopped and whoever it was sat down, unfolding what sounded like a piece of paper. Slowly he made his way towards the roots of the trunk, raising the crossbow as he moved towards a good-sized hole. His finger was on the trigger and he was holding his breath as he took the final step, enabling him to see who it was that was sitting on the other side.

Dark hair spilling over a blue fur collar met his gaze, along with a coat-clad back held straight in pride. He let out the breath he had been holding and lowered the crossbow, intending to leave, but she had heard him and quickly turned around, lowering the old paper she had been staring at. For a while he was only able to stare at her; pale face, red lips, dark eyes, and he knew he could not walk away.

"We have to stop meeting like this", he remarked. She quickly folded the paper and placed it in the pocket of her coat.

"Did the Charmings send you to give me a pep-talk?" she asked, before turning away from his gaze and pushing back a strand of her dark hair from her face. "'Cause I don't do well with pep-talks."

"No, nothing of the sort", he responded while walking around the roots of the fallen tree, crossbow secured and held in his left hand. "After Zelena's threat I decided to patrol the woods, in case she decided to build the ranks of her simian army."

He used his teeth to pull off the glove on his right hand while leaning the crossbow against the trunk she was sitting on, before sitting down between her and the weapon and pulling off his other glove as well.

"How are you holding up?" he asked, studying her face. She was trying her best to keep it without emotions, keep her facade up, the one he had seen cracking yesterday at the farmhouse.

"I'm not a flying monkey, if that's what you mean", she responded, refusing to look at him. He grinned and let out a silent chuckle; she certainly had her way with words, Regina.

"So are you going to tell me what's in that letter you've been staring at?" he asked. He knew it was only a guess that the paper had in fact been a letter, but once she turned her face towards him he knew it to have struck true.

"What letter?" she asked, her face still composed but her eyes somewhat anxious.

"This one", he said, holding the paper between is left index and long finger and raising it up to her face. Her eyes widened and her lips parted somewhat as she stared at it in surprise, sticking her hand down into her now empty pocket.

"I'm a pickpocket by trade; I spent many years learning how to rob from magicians", he quickly explained, before giving her a hint of a smile. She glared at him.

"You're lucky I'm saving my strength for that Witch", she threatened. His smiled widened somewhat as he glanced down at the folded piece of paper in his hand.

"I think deep down you actually want to talk about what's in there."

He met her gaze again, those dark eyes that he felt like he could drown in, although now they were definitely not looking at him with happiness. In fact she gave him an annoyed glare.

"And what makes you think you know me so well?" she asked.

"Well, for one thing I'd be charred to a crisp by now if you didn't", he responded. She stared at him, before the stone face of the Evil Queen melted away and he saw Regina again, giving him a real smile.

"True", she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. He smiled and lowered his gaze to the paper once more, feeling warm inside once again, just like he had back at the farmhouse.

"So, can I read it?" he asked. Regina looked down at the ground, but her face did not turn completely expressionless again.

"I'm not stopping you", she responded. Gently he unfolded the old paper and started to read the squiggly letters.

"Cora, dear", he read out loud. "I finally got my hands on your firstborn. Never thought I'd find her, did you? Now I know why; she's the most powerful sorceress I have ever encountered. Even more powerful than you."

He paused and looked up at her again. Even though her face was partially turned away from him he noticed the wetness in her eyes.

"Stunning, in every way", he said, remembering the next line of the text, and he could not agree more. To him Regina was exactly that and his eyes once again looked at her lips, wishing he would not have backed out the day before, wishing he had kissed her when he had the chance. Realizing he had to say something before their current situation got awkward he cleared his throat and folded the letter once again.

"Rather complimentary, I'd say. Why is this troubling you?"

Regina kept her face away from him, but he could see how her lips parted and her tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.

"I've seen that letter a hundred times before", she admitted and swallowed. "In my darkest moments I'd... go to it for comfort... for solace, for... a boost when I needed it, because I..."

She swallowed again, her voice on the verge of breaking and she closed her eyes to rein her feelings in again.

"Because I always thought it was about me", she finished, opening her eyes again. He tore his gaze away from her face when realizing exactly what was troubling her about the text he had just read.

"It's about Zelena", he said, speaking quietly.

"Rumplestiltskin thinks she's more powerful than I am", Regina agreed.

"Why care what that imp thinks?" he asked, leaning over and placing his hand over hers. She jumped at the contact but did not pull away; instead she turned to face him again.

"Because if the man who taught me everything I know about magic thinks she is stronger than I am... then there is no way I can win this fight."

More OutlawQueen! Also Wolf and Hook seem to have become quite fast friends...