Hook is below deck in his Captain's quarters when Smee rushes in, completely out of breath, to tell his Captain he's needed on deck right away. Rising from his desk, Hook sighs and moves to follow.

"What is it, Mr. Smee?"

"Well Captain, there appears to be a, a girl on deck."

"A stowaway?" Hook asks, brows lifting in question.

"No, not in the least! She just appeared out of nowhere!"

"Have you been hitting the rum a little hard today, Smee?" Hook asks as he comes up on deck, his first mate rushing to announce his presence to the crew. Smee then tries to continue, but his Captain lifts his hook to silence him. Huh. There is a girl on deck. He still thinks it likely that she managed to stowaway at their last stop and his men just don't want to admit that she slipped their notice until now.

And now that he's staring at this girl, he gets the oddest sense that he's seen her before. He definitely hasn't slept with her, though. Too young. Is she a barmaid? Maybe a fisherman's daughter?

He flicks his wrist to get his men to take a step back and take the swords out of her face.

"Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger, Miss. To what do we owe this pleasure?"

In other words, spit out how and why you're here, girlie.