Emma walked away from Killian, forcing herself not to run. She chanted over and over in her head that "princess" was just a dismissive title to him. She knew he couldn't know she was the hidden should-have-been princess of Mysthaven. No matter how many times she told herself that it was just a name, it left her unsettled.

An hour later, she forced herself out of her room. Being alone with her thoughts was not helping her mood or her situation. And it wasn't just the "princess" comment. Her thoughts kept returning to his offer to share his bed with her that night.

She had no idea it was the magical ship that kept prompting her lustful thoughts. The ship was pleased with how easy it was, though, and how Emma's mind would take over in imagining the "sexy pirate captain."

And it wasn't just limited to Emma. The ship was doing the exact same thing to Killian, and that part was too easy. He had no qualms about being tempted to think of Emma sexually.

Currently, he was standing at the ship's wheel, fantasizing about her on her knees, sucking him off. He really enjoyed the idea of the strong-willed Emma's kneeling before him, pleasuring him.

Emma stood abruptly and decided to leave her cabin and search for some fresh air that would hopefully help her clear her head.

Once she was topside, her eyes immediately drifted to the very man she was trying to get her mind off of. He was there steering the vessel and looking powerful and so damn sexy.

She forced her thoughts to the sea and looked at the birds swooping around them. Mental discipline was something Blue had worked with her relentlessly on. She just had to remember Blue's words of wisdom. "To assert discipline, you have to want it first."

She had to remember she didn't want to be lost in lust for the captain. No matter how much fun those thoughts were. And they were a lot of fun.

Emma shook her head to clear it and looked back out at the horizon. She reminded herself of all the lessons she learned over the years. It wasn't safe to get to know any strangers. She had to shut him out. After all, no matter who the person was, money was a powerful motivator, and he was a pirate. Her mother had drilled into her head the fact that her identity could be sold to Regina by anyone. The Evil Queen had offered a fortune in gold to anyone who brought her Snow or David, and if she found out they had a daughter, Emma would be worth even more as the heir.

Once she reminded herself of that fact, she was able to block out the unknown interference from the ship. She sighed contentedly as she was released from the constant thoughts of his hands on her body.

All that said, it was a very restless night for Emma. Her sleeping mind was harder to guard, and her dreams were way more detailed than she could understand why. The Captain had her in positions and situations she didn't even know existed until her dreams.

In the morning, she washed her face quickly, trying to force the pleasure-filled thoughts away, and then made sure she had all her things.

They had made port, and Emma left her room. She went to find Captain Hook so she could thank him for the ride and then leave and hopefully never look back.

She found him again at the ship's wheel. Instead of commenting on that fact, she said, "Thank you, Captain, for bringing me to port. I appreciate your hospitality."

He raised one eyebrow at her and said, "You didn't make full use of my offer."

Shaking her head, she said, "I know a bad idea when I hear one."

"Harsh, princess."

She tamped down her feeling of panic at that name again and replied, "No offense meant to you or your abilities personally. I'm not your type of woman."

"And what's my type?"

"The kind that can have sex and then walk away and be okay afterward. I'm sure it won't surprise you to discover I've been around committed relationships my whole life. That's what I want. No matter how tempting you are."

"You admit I'm tempting?" He asked, surprised.

Emma rolled her eyes playfully. "I have eyes. What? Does it shock you to know I thought about making my way to your room and letting you make good on your offer?"

"Yes," he breathed out, wildly turned on by her admission.

"I'm a good girl. I'm not dead," she said, shrugging. "Anyway. Thank you for your help getting here."

He slowly nodded, trying to keep his calm. "And where are you headed? I mean, before you get yourself killed by going after the Evil Queen and the Dark One."

She cast her eyes to the side and said, "I don't know. I haven't figured that out yet." Emma didn't take the bait of his teasing her about getting herself killed. It didn't bother her. She knew she had more power than the "hedge witch magic" he assumed she had.

"Then what the hell are you doing!? I thought this port town was part of your plan!"

"My plan so far consisted of slipping away from home without being able to be followed."

"You're reckless."

"Yup. I've been called that before by my mother, father, godmother, godfather, Granny, and everyone else I know." She gave him a big smile. "Being called reckless only makes me more determined to continue my course."

"You must drive them nuts," he muttered.

"I ran away from home and escaped on a pirate ship. Are you only figuring that out now? You're kinda stupid," she teased.

"Why?" He asked suddenly. The question finally dawned on him. "Why go after the Evil Queen and the Dark One? What can make a girl like you seek them out?"

She grew still, trying to come up with some kind of reason for what she was doing. She tried something near the truth. "Evil flourishes when good people do nothing."

"What good would your quick and painful death do to anyone?"

"Even if I die, at least I tried. But I think you're underestimating me."

"I think you've never seen the true brutal power they hold," he countered.

"True." She bit her lip and then added, "I'm still going to try to stop them, though."

"You're a damn fool," he snapped. "You should have come to my bed, after all," he then snapped. "If you're determined to go on this path, you won't find your 'committed relationship' anyway." He wasn't sure why, but he was furious she was throwing her life away.

Emma took a step back under his furry. Her shrinking from him pissed her off, and she took a step into him and poked him in the chest. She snapped back, "It's my life! I get to choose how to live! I get to choose the risks I take, and no one can take that from me. Not my parents, not my friends, and most definitely not you!"

Raking her eyes over his body, she added, "I decided that I'm going to make my path, and a random pirate captain doesn't get a say."

"Killian," he growled. "My name is Killian. And princess, I've lived hundreds of years, and I've forgotten more than you'll ever know. I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I'm telling you for a fact that you will die on this stupid, ill-advised adventure you're going on."

"So?" She asked, shocking him. "So what? If I do, at least I didn't stay in my sheltered home waiting for something that won't ever happen. I might die young, but I'll get to actually live first."

That said, she nodded at him decisively. "Again, thank you, Killian, for the ride to a port town. I appreciate it."

She then walked off the ship, leaving a frustrated captain behind as she made her way into town.