#jacobmurphy

Hook into his room, glancing at Jacob and picking up his weapons. "So. Want to tell me when this started? What gave you the bright idea of snogging a lost boy when we are against them!" Hook looked at the boy in frustration and pulled out his sword, "I swear to hell! I'm talking to that Peter Pan and complaining! You are joining me in this talk, because I don't know what the hell you two were doing!" Hook stabbed the sword into the wall angrily and breathed violently. 

There was a certain scent to the sea, which had attracted him. Even if it was just the debris of ships, or rotting dead bodies. But, there was one scent he could never get rid of, even if it wasn't in range. Emma Swan. He had wondered where she was and missed her dearly. Although, he needed to get out and do something, which may be look for her. "Jacob!" Hook shouted to the crew on the deck.