The day Emma Swan met Killian Jones, she wasn't aware of the impact he would have on her life. Smiling softly to herself, she replayed that fateful day in her head.

Despite enjoying Storybrooke, the Enchanted Forest and everything that came with those two places, she was still questioning why she had somehow been confused to join her mother when it came to finding the Giant Beanstalk. However, it all seemed to come into perspective when her eyes stumbled opinion a rather devilishly handsome young man.

"Who are you?" the blonde asked, raising her eyebrows. She knew it wouldn't be a wise decision to just trust this guy and not know who he was, especially with the fact that he was tied up to a tree.

"Hook," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. There was something so familiar about him, but the blonde couldn't exactly put a finger on it. Running a hand through her hair, she racked her brain for who it could possibly be and then her eyes went wide in realization.

"Hook. As in Captain Hook?" she asked, well, more like sputtered. The disbelief was clear in every aspect of her exterior, including her facial features and the way her voice rose slightly, as to somehow catch him in a lie. It seemed like all those years on the police department in Storybrooke had finally done her some good.

"Aye," he said, the smirk never once leaving his lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he added and Emma thought that she saaw him wink towards the end.

It seemed to take everything in the blonde not to either roll her eyes or punch him, maybe even both. All she knew was that his useless attempt at flirting with her wasn't going to make her lighten her tone or let him go.

However, with the way that he was looking at her, it was hard for her emotions to soften. There was a look of desperation in his eyes that she recognized so well from the time when Neal left her and sent her away to live a good amount of her life in prison. "Fine..." she muttered, her lips quirking up in a smirk that seemed to match her. "I will let you go...on one condition: You tell me exactly what you're planning on doing when I untie you."

A sigh escaped his lips before he looked up at Emma and the truth escaped his lips. "If you must know, I wanted to go to Storybrooke with you because I want to best the man who took everything from me: Both my first love, Mila, and my hand. You might know him actually. He goes by the name of Rumplestilson."

As her mouth almost dropped to the floor, Emma realized why Hook seemed to be such an angry man. However, she also understood why he wanted to get revenge on Gold. She had experienced a few run-ins with him as well. "Fine..." she muttered, beginning to untie him. "You have to do exactly what I say and help us get the bean," she asserted firmly.

"Fine," he sighed reluctantly. "I'll do whatever you say. Just let me go with you. I owe it to Mila." She nodded, causing Hook to soften up a bit and appreciate the girl. "Thank you." She flashed a smile in his direction and untied him.

As she finished reliving the past, Emma smiled softly to herself. This was the start of their story as legends.