The crew definitely noticed the captain's change in mood.

"Is everythin' alright, Captain?" one of the crew members asked cautiously as Hook stalked the deck.

Hook thought about snarling at the man, dismissed the idea, snarled at himself internally for a moment for being so moody, and then shook his head.

"How are our supplies?" he asked instead, glancing over at the man.

"Fine for now, Captain, but we should make port soon to restock," the sailor replied. "We have enough to get us home, takin' into account any trouble we might hit on the way."

Hook nodded. "We'll head back for port, then," he said, annoyed when his chest constricted a bit at that and his heart beat faster.

The man nodded and headed to relay the order. At least the captain wasn't lashing out at anyone yet, that was good.

Hook confined himself to quarters for a while to cool off and clear his head. Because he clearly needed to, the way he was acting.

Once the ship got closer to port, one of the crew ventured down belowdecks to let Hook know they were just about home. He knocked cautiously on the door.

"Captain?" he said. "Gonna make port soon."

"Noted," Hook called back. "I'll be up in a moment." He was frowning at his reflection, trying to figure out what was wrong with him.

"Alright." The crew member went back above to keep working.

Elsewhere, Rachel was quietly sitting in the corner of Tina's greenhouse, twirling a drop-spindle as her friend worked with the plants. The flax Rachel was working with wasn't straw, but she was still able to spin it into golden thread.

Tina finished her work with the plants for the moment and walked over to go drop down and sit next to Rachel with a puff.

"You make it look so easy."

"It's easier working with regular fibers," Rachel admitted as she paused the spindle to wind up the length of thread. Then she spun it again, feeding it more flax slowly. "I haven't tried with straw, but I can't imagine straw is easy to spin." She was quiet for a moment or two. "You seem a bit different than the last time I was here."

"A bit," Tina allowed, stretching out briefly. "Life is rarely boring here, after all."

"I think there's a bit more to it than that," Rachel said as she kept spinning gold thread. She studied Tina for a moment before it dawned on her. "Which name should I call you by?"

Tina hesitated for a moment before she shrugged. "Either one," she said. "It doesn't really bother me either way. They're both mine, after all."

"Which one are you more comfortable with?" Rachel asked. "I know how it feels to be attached to both for different reasons."

"Tina, I think," she said with a shrug. "I've had more luck as Tina. Fewer run-ins with angry creatures. Fewer rules to tromp all over." She grinned.

Rachel grinned.

"Tina it is, then," she said. "It's good to have you firing on all cylinders again."

"It is nice. I finally remember everything, which is a relief." Tina grinned ruefully. "But doesn't actually help much with the magic. That is all new."

Rachel grinned.

"Well, at least you're learning from the best," she pointed out.

"This is true." Tina grinned. "I think I've stumped him once or twice. I heard him muttering something about rules too."

Rachel laughed.

"Ooh, rules," she said. "That means you're either doing something impossible, or he's trying to give you guidelines."

"Both," Tina said, grinning. "He says I've done the impossible, I'm not quite sure how."

"Fun," Rachel said, grinning. Once she was out of flax, she stopped the spindle and wound the thread again. Then she got up and stretched. "I'm going to head into town later, wander the market for a while. Anything you want me to get while I'm out?"

"If you see any vegetable seeds," Tina said with a grin. "I can never have too many. Or interesting plants, anything that looks interesting to you."

"I'll see what I come across," Rachel said, nodding. She slipped the neat spool of golden thread into her pocket. "I'll head out now, then, so I have plenty of time before dark."