Note: I've never written an actual fic before. Just drabbles and one shots. So I apologize in advance if this is really terrible and/or ooc.

"It's...beautiful." Emma breathed, taking in the view of Neverland for the first time. As a child, this world had always just been a fantasy, one of the many fairytales her life had been nothing like. The wind picked up for a moment, and blew through her hair. She could already feel the magic the land had to offer. Which made her further question why both Hook and Rumplestiltskin seemed so weary to return. Of course, she thought of Henry, of Greg and Tamara forcing him through a portal to bring him here and knew that, perhaps, this land was far from what it seemed.

"For now." Hook said, guiding the ship forward. "However, it's true colours are much more apparent once night falls."

She turned to look at him, the sea reflecting in both his eyes. She noted the way he stood, very much at ease, as if he found comfort in the rocking of the ship. She wondered when his true colours were more apparent, and whether or not she should keep trusting him. In the past hour or so, she found herself constantly questioning his intentions, wanting to take the chance that perhaps she wasn't wrong, not this time, not about him, but alas, fearing for the worse anyway. As genuine as he seemed to be acting, her guard was up, and if he did something, anything at all, that would get in the way of finding Henry, she wouldn't hesitate in leaving him behind. She's done it before, she sure as hell could do it again.

"You're staring, love." Hook met her gaze, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You must like what you see."

Emma rolled her eyes as she made her way to his side. She ran her hand idly over a few carvings nearby, noticing that they'd been scratched out. "How much further?" She asked, worry already getting the best of her patience.

"We're close. We just need to be careful. There are eyes everywhere on this land." His own hardened as he looked toward Rumple, who stood at the front of the ship. "We may need magic to keep ourselves off the Lost Ones radar. The last thing we want is a surprise visit from unwanted company."

"The Lost Ones?" Emma raised an eyebrow. "As in the Lost Boys?"

"Aye." He answered.

"And Peter Pan...he's bad?"

"You sound surprised." He turned to look at her, keeping his hook on the helm of the boat. Emma shrugged, a small smile dancing across her lips.

"I just grew up hearing otherwise." She wondered what Hook would say, if he had the chance to read the version of his and Peter's life that had become so known in her world.

He leaned toward her. "Perhaps that's part of his own doing. It must make it easier to lure the children here if he's recognized as someone trustworthy." Before she could think up something to say, his hand was on her back. She could feel his warmth through her jacket and she looked up at him, startled by his touch. At first she thought he was pulling her toward him, but in fact he was actually pushing her toward the wheel. She gave him a questioning look as she placed both her hands on the wood. You could tell from looking at it that it had endured many rough voyages, but as worn out as it was, it felt strong beneath her grip.

"You want me to steer?" She asked, looking back at him. "I don't know the first thing about sailing."

"That's why I'm going to teach you, love. It's something you ought learn." He placed his hand beside hers, leaning in till his lips were only inches from her ear. "It might come in handy in a place like this." For a moment all she could pay attention to was his close proximity. As much as she'd hate to admit it, the pirate had a strange effect on her, one she hadn't had the chance to place just yet.

"Do you see that?" He pointed to the carvings in the wood she had noticed earlier. She nodded, trying to focus her attention on it. "The P stands for Port, that's the left side of the ship. The SB stands for Starboard, which is the right side." He peered over her shoulder, looking towards the water.

"Since all we're doing is heading forward, the main thing you need to watch out for his drifting right or left. You want to keep on moving straight for now." He seemed so sure of himself when he spoke.

"Go a few notches to Starboard." The wheel creaked as she turned it, and the air picked up momentarily, brushing against her cheeks. For a mere second she felt almost peaceful. It didn't surprise her why Hook loved the waters so much. It seemed as though all of one's problems could drift away in the waves, leaving them with both hope and possibility for the future. But, thinking of Henry in danger snapped her back to reality almost instantly. Her future didn't matter if he wasn't in it. She glanced toward Hook. He seemed to be lost in own world, running a finger over the scratch along the carvings. Something sad flickered across his eyes, but it was gone the moment he looked up at her.

"Well would you look at that." He nodded toward her. "I told you that you'd make a hell of a pirate." Emma couldn't help but smile in response. It was faint, but it was present enough to earn a smile in return from him. They seemed to come freely when he was around her, as if he had no control on the matter.

"When did you tell her that?" Charming's voice interrupted both their thoughts. He eyed Hook with suspicion. The pirate didn't sit well with him, and there was something about the way he looked at his daughter that left a funny taste in his mouth. While his return earned him a tad of gratitude from both him and Snow, it didn't change the fact that Charming really wasn't very fond of him. Not in the slightest.

"One of the many times she proved to be." Hook smirked. Charming opened his mouth to speak, but Emma interrupted. She tapped Hook on the arm and motioned toward the rocks ahead.

"You should probably take over." She said quickly, moving aside to give him room. Charming hadn't even noticed she had been steering until she backed away. Hook easily manoeuvred the ship out of harms way and when Emma turned to look for Neverland it was suddenly much closer than it had seemed only seconds ago. She moved across the deck and closer to the railing, so she could a better view of the water. Both the fish and the shells partially buried beneath the sand seemed to glow. When her eyes reached the trees, they were nothing like she had ever seen before. While they did have many similarities to the ones from home, they were definitely of a different kind. A kind that doesn't exist in other worlds. Plants peaked out from behind the trees, they too holding a unique beauty she had never laid eyes on. The land had already shocked her into silence and left an almost unsettling feeling in the middle of her stomach and she hadn't even step foot on it yet. Hook began tapping his fingers nervously on the helm. It had been sometime since he had been there, but the memories hadn't faded. He knew exactly what he was getting himself into. He looked down as doubt clawed at his judgement, but the moment he thought of Bae and what Emma had said to him, he knew there was no way he could back out.

"Emma." Her name fell from his lips as though it was the most natural thing in the world. She turned to look at him. "Now might be a good time to ask Regina for her assistance." He refused to ask for Rumple. As much as he had moved on from his revenge, he wasn't quite ready to ask him for help.

"With what?" Charming crossed his arms as he raised an eyebrow.

"Why, with magic of course."