As Captain Jones shows her around the ship, each of the crew members stops what they're doing to watch her walk past them. When they reach the helm, Jones turns towards the rest of the ship, his whole crew already turning their attention towards him.

"How long until we're ready to sail?" He calls over them, and a stout man stumbles to the front of the crowd, wringing something bright red in his hands. "Moments away, c-c-Captain Hook."

"Thank you, Smee!"

The small man makes his way up to the two of them at the helm, refusing to look in Emma's direction. "C-Captain, it's bad luck to have - have a woman on board, isn't it?"

"The way I see it, Smee," the Captain replies, turning from his first mate to the woman at his side. "It would be bad form to leave a damsel in distress when we have more than enough room for her. And you know what I say, Smee: bad form is - "

"Worse than bad luck," Smee finishes the sentence with him. "Yes, Captain." Smee leaves them at the helm to finish his duties before they set sail.

After few moments, Emma turns towards her savior, who has his hands on the wheel - and for the first time, Emma realizes something, backed by the name Smee called him earlier - in place of one of his hands, Captain Jones has a large, shining hook.

"Captain Hook," she says out loud, though she didn't mean to, and he turns towards her, a sinister, knowing smile on his face.

"Yes?"

"You're - you're Captain Hook? The Captain Hook, who stole one of the naval ships and became the most well-known, vengeful pirate ever known?"

He is still smiling when she turns back to him, and it's not until she meets his eyes that he chuckles and replies, "Yes, Princess. But you can continue to call me Captain Jones, if you wish." He leans in close, his lips almost touching her ear, his good hand holding her by the arm just above the elbow. "Or, as long as the crew is out of earshot, you can even call me Killian."

She wriggles out of his grasp, a furious fire raging behind her stormy green eyes. "And you weren't even going to tell me? You were just going to let me believe that you're still the same boy from all those years ago?"

His head snaps back towards her, returning her glare for just a moment before his gaze softens with his smile. "You've only been on my ship for ten minutes, and we've just taken sail moments ago, so the time for me to fill you in on my backstory has been less than ample."

"But you still could have, um - " Emma's argument falls apart in her hands.

"Introduced myself?" he asks with the same words she just stopped in her throat. "I didn't have to, since you knew who I was. It just so happens to be that is no longer what most people know me by. Besides - " he holds up his hook hand to drive his point. "It's not really something I can shy away from." After a moment of silence from her, he adds, "And you can't tell me that you haven't changed at all in the past five years."

"I haven't changed this drastically!" she comments, taking his hook in her hand. "Even you can't argue that, Killian." Her voice turns soft when she tests out his name, and the two lock eyes for a moment, both trying to find the remains of the other that they knew when they were younger - but Emma breaks it when she sees movement behind him, and he turns to see what made her look away.

As he begins his conversation with Smee, Emma walks over to the railing, looking not out over the open water, but back towards the land, the hustle and bustle of the everyday life that she left behind her. She can see the movement of those on the docks, lit up by the fires lit outside the huts and next to the stands - and, up on the hill beyond the woods, she can see the castle, her castle, glowing bright in the light of the full moon, where soon someone would find the letter she left her father and begin the panicked search for her.

She only hopes that her father is smart enough and in the right mind to know that she will be far beyond his reach, not to waste his resources on finding her, as it will all be in vain. But before she turns her back on the castle, she can't help but smile, thinking back on all the stories her parents told her about their relationship before they got married, long before they were king and queen of anywhere: because when you truly love someone, you will always make your way back to them. You will always find them.

Back at the helm, Smee asks Hook a question none of them have even thought of yet: "C-Captain, where is she going to stay? You already set that man up in the guest quarters, the one from the tavern last night? We have no where for her to stay!"

Killian turns back towards the princess, who is leaning over the railing looking back over her realm, her blonde hair already flowing in the sea breeze and shining with the reflection of the moon. "Don't worry about her, Smee. I'll set her up in my quarters, it's much nicer there anyway."

"B-but C-Captain! Where will you sleep?"

I'll sleep on the bloody deck if it would make her happy, he thinks, but does not confess this to his first mate. "I'll be perfectly fine," are the words he chooses, though he knows he's not talking about his sleeping arrangements.