Emma had never planned on going back to Fairytale world.  She’d been there and she’d seen what she needed to see.  Enough to know she didn’t belong there.  She was raised in this world and that’s where she planned on staying.  But Hook was right, if she wanted to defeat Cora and Regina, the only place she’d find her answers were Neverland.  And only one person knew how to get there.

It had been a job to convince Henry to stay behind in Storybrooke, not to mention her parents.  She had to do this alone and even if she hadn’t, she couldn’t leave Henry without protection.   Besides, with Regina still in Storybrooke, the town needed them.  She could handle Hook.

Or so she thought.

“Hook!”  Her yell bellowed over the entire ship, echocing through hallways and sounding all the way up to the main deck where the man in question smirked at the sound. 

“Look’s like she found her change of clothes,” he said to himself as he tied down the wheel and abandoned the helm. 

He was met by an irate Emma as he descended to the main deck from the helm and his smirk turned up into a full fledged grin as he took her in.  His eyes scanned her from her feet and legs, clad now in leather boots reaching her knees over black pants made from the softest leather in the land, up to her torso wrapped in a black shirt with loose billowing sleeves under a heavily emboridered red and gold bodice.  Her blonde hair stood out boldly against the dark colors, framing a face that he noticed was full of incredulty as his gaze reached it. 

“What is this?” she asked, her arms out to include her entire ensemble, including the long overcoat she held draped over an arm. 

“It’s a bloody good look for you, love,” he answered, leaning back against the railing. 

“Where are my clothes, Hook?” She wasn’t finding this as amusing as he was but that only caused the corners of his smile to deepen in amusement.