Pretty girl is in danger.

Killian was getting massively annoyed with his ship. He was sure they were her words ringing in his ears since the moment Emma stepped off his ship. It didn't help that he agreed. He knew she was absolutely heading for danger –probably death

The problem was, what right did he have to stop her?

He forced himself to go about his tasks as the worry rattled around his head. An hour and a half later, he was ready to disembark his vessel, and he was more than ready to get to shore.

Once on shore, he grimaced. The thought of Emma being in danger didn't leave once his feet hit dry land. He had been hoping his pervasive thoughts were only induced by the ship. But damn, he was still concerned about her end goal.

Jack, Murphy, and Mac were along with him when he stepped into the first shop. He needed rum to restock his ship, and he was glad for the task. It gave him something else to think about.

Jack smiled as they entered the shop. "I love rum."

Mac chuckled, "Rum is your life, mate. I'm surprised you're not at the tavern now."

"Naw, my duty is to my captain first. Of course, I'm here," Jack replied. "The drinking of rum can come later."

Murphy patted him on the back. "Lots of rum, later."

"Of course, mate. Is there any other way to drink?" Jack replied, looking quite offended.

Killian chuckled and rolled his eyes at the antics of his men. He then proceeded to order more rum than he had planned to originally. It didn't dawn on him that he wanted it to drown out his worry over Emma.

An hour later, Jack was off on his own, looking for his own fun after a quick stop at the tavern. He always made sure to ingratiate himself with Captain Hook, but at times it became too much, even for him.

He knocked on the back door of a little cottage he had been given directions to by a man near the tavern he had been to. This was a detour he was more than willing to take. He was promised a willing lass with all her teeth was waiting there on the cheap for sailors that stopped by. All he had to bring was a bottle of rum and a small sum of money.

The door swung open, and he was met with a surprisingly good-looking woman with an obvious drinking problem. Once he handed her the alcohol and the coins, she was pulling off her dress and asked him how he wanted her.

He had a good time with Nancy, the woman who let him do some rather adventurous things with her. He got to be rougher than he normally was, but it only made her scream louder in pleasure.

As he left, buckling his pants, he saw Emma walk past him as he was still cast in shadow from the cottage he had been in. And since he knew that the Captain seemed oddly attached to the woman, he followed her. Over the years, he learned that you never knew what information could come in handy or prove to be very lucrative.

Jack traced her to a very different cottage than he had been in just now. The one before him looked well kept up and had flowers growing in the garden. Once he saw that she entered, he walked away, looking for someone to tell him who lived there.

It didn't take long to find out that the town weirdo lived there. One who claimed to be an Oracle. He scoffed at Emma's naivete and filed that information away for later use.

Killian sat in the tavern with his crew, not daring to get drunk. Emma was still in town and might come to her senses. She might realize she was being exceedingly foolish and need his help again. She might even decide she needed to go home.

He sipped his rum and thought about that word –"home." It was the exact word his ship used when she took him to that place for seemingly no reason. He sat back and his chair in shock when he realized there ended up being zero point in going to that location.

His ship said she wanted to go "home," and they stayed for a brief time only to find Emma and bring her aboard. Why the hell didn't his ship protest when they left so quickly? She didn't get what she wanted when he agreed to let her pick their course, right?

That left him with a very bad feeling that she had, in fact, gotten exactly what she was aiming for. But what would a magical ship want with Emma? Admittedly Emma had a little magic too, but was that her goal?

Killian had a sinking feeling that his magical never-steered-him-wrong ship wanted, specifically Emma aboard. The question was, why? And now that Emma had left, how would his vessel react?

The phrase, "Pretty girl in danger," popped into his head. He knew they both wanted to force her back on the ship.

He couldn't, though. She was right, and she had complete control over her life. Even if she wanted to throw it away, that was her choice. No matter how sick that very idea made him.

What could he do? Kidnap her? No. He couldn't yell at her and tell her she was being foolish. Well, he did, and that really didn't work. His gut clenched when he thought of the obvious answer. Ask. Ask her to come with him and work together to stop the Evil Queen and the Dark One. After all, half of her hit list was all of his. He wanted Rumplestiltskin destroyed too. And he admitted the Evil Queen would have to be worked with or destroyed also to get his way.

Now he just had to find her and see if she would be willing to have his help. The problem was he had no bloody clue where she was.