(A/N): Hey, guys. So, I took some time to figure out where I wanted to take the story next because in the show they do many flashbacks to the Enchanted Forest and I don't want to spend half a book explaining her childhood on the Jolly Roger if she's just going to forget it all later and slowly get it back. So she's gonna get pieces of her childhood back over time, but she's gonna be in Storybrooke. Okay? Thought I'd clear that up, instead of just letting you suffer the big time jump with no warning. Okay, continue.

(McKinley is wearing untitled #66 in my sets on polyvore. )

         "That a good book?" Henry and  glanced up at the woman who spoke.

        "This. . . it's more than just a book," Henry told her with a straight face.

        "Oh. . ." she chuckled, seeing us as nothing more than a pair of over imaginative kids. I don't exactly blame her. If someone tried to tell me, a ten year old, that fairy tales were real, I'd probably think they were mad.

        "Boston Substation. Thank you for riding Greyhound." Henry closed his book and put it back in his bag. We get off the bus and eventually find a taxi. Henry shoots me a nervous look like he doesn't know what to do. I don't know what he expects me to do, I've never gotten a taxi either. Regardless, I knock on the window and the driver rolls it down.

        "Um. . . Excuse me, Sir. Do you take credit cards?" I ask, my accent giving my childish voice the extra diction it needed. I pull Ms. Blanchard's card out of my pocket. I had managed to unlock my inner pirate and commit some minor theft by stealing her credit card. I fully intend to give it back, albeit with a slightly smaller balance.

        "Where to, Captain?" The name brought a smile to my face as Henry and I jumped in the backseat. We told the driver Emma's address and returned to our book.

        Henry glanced at me knowingly. "Want to try again?" He asked. He was referring to my visions.

        Ever since I first saw the book, I'd been having flashbacks of my life on the Jolly Roger as Luna. It's almost indescribable how happy I was with my father. I've checked more times than I can count and I know for a fact that he wasn't sent over with the curse. He has to be back in the Enchanted Forest. I can't seem to remember why he didn't come over and I'm hoping I'll get that vision that explains it.

        Henry opened the book to a page with him and a young curly-haired boy. He handed me the book and I closed my eyes, letting the memory cloud my mind.

~

        "Papa!" I yelled. I look slightly younger, but only by a year or two. He turned to me. I pointed to where the light shined a moment ago. "There's something in the water!" I exclaimed.

        The light lingered on the form and took shape of a person as the crew dragged closer to the boat.

        "Bring 'im up!" My father ordered as the man reached the edge of the ship.

        The young boy was pulled up the side of the boat and thrown harshly onto the deck. He quickly regained consciousness and began to cough up all of the ocean water he swallowed.

        "Good lad. Get the sea out of your lungs," my father joked, bringing a smile to my face.

        "Who are you?" The curly-haired boy asked, looking at Smee and my father.

        "The name's Hook. Captain Hook. Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger, my boy." 

~

        I took a deep breath and opened my eyes as the ocean seemed to melt away and I once again found myself in the back of a taxi.

        "What'd you see, Mick?" Henry asked.

        "A boy my father brought on the Jolly Roger."

        "Who?"

        "I don't know. It ended before I could find out." The taxi stopped as I put the book back in my  and looked out at the apt. building. I handed the driver the card. He scanned it, bidding us a good day before leaving us on the side walk.

        Once we reached her door, I paused to let Henry calm down. He was anxious to meet his birth mother.

        "Okay. I'm ready, Mick." I nod curtly and knock gently on the door, but still loud enough to be heard. A beautiful, blonde woman opened the door, looking surprised to see us. To be fair, if a couple of ten-year-olds showed up on my doorstep in the middle of the night, I'd be surprised too.

        "Uh. . . Can I help you?" She asked.

        "Are you Emma Swan?" Henry countered.

        "Yeah, who are you?"

        "My name's Henry. I'm your son," he replied simply.

        "McKinley Humbert; moral support," I added with a smile. We slipped under her arms and into her apt.

        "Woah, hey, Kids! Kid, I don't have a son! Where are your parents?"

        I'm guessing Dad is somewhere in the Enchanted Forest but you never know, he could be in Neverland.

        "Ten years ago, did you give a baby up for adoption? That was me," he explained. She looked panicked then asked for a minute alone.

        I sat down at the breakfast bar, setting my bag in the seat next to me. Henry opened her fridge and peered curiously inside. I cocked an eyebrow at his actions.

        "Hey, do you have some juice?" Henry called.

        I cleared my throat, gaining his attention and pointed to the juice.

        "Nevermind, I found some!" I rolled my eye and laid my head on my arms tiredly. It was a long drive from Storybrooke and I didn't sleep for much of it. My head lifts back up as Emma reenters the room. "You know we should probably get going," Henry pointed out.

        "Going where?"

        "I want you to come home with me," Henry answers bluntly. Emma looked fed up.

        "Okay, Kids. I'm calling the cops," she states, reaching for the phone.

        "And I'll tell them you kidnapped me," Henry argued.

        "And they'll believe you because I'm your birth mother," she realizes.

        "Yep," he smiles confidently.

        "You're not gonna do that," she challenged with a smirk.

        "He might not but I certainly will," I sassed, crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes.

        "Ya know, you're pretty good but here's the thing. There's not a lot I'm good at in life I have a skill. Call it a superpower. I can tell when anyone's lying and you, Kid, are," she fired back.

        "Willing to bet on that?" I tested.

        "Wait, Ken, stop. Please don't call the cops. Please come home with me," he practically begged.

        "Where's home?" She caved.

        "Storybrooke, Maine," he replied.

        "'Storybrooke', seriously?"

        "I know, right?" I laughed and Henry nodded.

        Alrightly then, let's get you two back to Storybrooke."

~

        Emma gave us the choice of sitting in the front seat but we declined, wanting to sit together in the back.

        "I'm hungry. Can we stop somewhere?" Henry asked after an hour or so of driving. We already finished off the granola bars we packed.

        "This is not a road trip; we're not stopping for snacks," Emma scolded.

        "Why not?" We asked in unison.

        "Quit complaining. Remember, I could've put your butts on a bus; I still could."

        "Be a waste of gas," I pointed out.

        "You know we have names? Henry and McKinley," Henry sighed.

        "Just call me Mick," I said as I pulled a small carton of goldfish out of my bag. I gave Henry a handful to compensate for Emma's rejection. I had to pull out the book to reach the goldfish.

        "What's that?" Emma questioned, noticing the book in my lap that was acting as a table for the goldfish box.

        "I'm not sure you're ready yet," he denied.

        "Ready for some fairy tales?" Emma retorted.

        "They're not fairy tales. They're real, every story in this book actually happened," he told her.

        "Of course, they did," she remarked sarcastically.

        I would have jumped in and said something but, like Dr. Hopper, she would assume it's my imagination.

        "Use your superpower. See if I'm lying," Henry fought.

        Emma pauses. "Just because you believe something doesn't make it true," she argued.

        "That's exactly what makes it true," I snapped, lack of sleep taking its toll on my patience.

        "You should know more than anyone," Henry mumbled, countering my attitude.

        "Why's that?" She questioned curiously.

        "Because you're in this book," he answered.

        "Oh, Kid. You got problems."

        "Yep, and you're gonna fix them." I yawned after he finished his sentence. "Go to sleep, I'll wake you up when we get there." I nodded and laid my head on his shoulder. He opened the book to a random page, which happened to be about Ariel, and began to read. I slowly drifted off.

~

        I ventured around the Jolly Roger, trying to find ways to entertain  . I saw my father staring longingly at a picture of my mother and hugged his side comfortingly.

        "Milah was quite beautiful, wasn't she? Don't worry, Captain. You'll avenge her. No matter what it takes, you'll find a way to kill Rumpelstiltskin," Smee assured him.

        "I believe in you, Papa," I console and bury myself in his side. My father quickly changed the subject.

        "Mr. Smee, what news of the day's catch? The boy we yanked from the sea."

        "He's still asleep. A bit waterlogged and he smells like catfish but he'll live," Smee answered.

        "Where do you suppose he came from? There aren't many other ships in the area, and his clothes are certainly not from this land," my father asked. Though I doubt he wanted an actual answer. He was only asking for the sake of asking.

        "What if the boy belongs to. . . " he paused and glanced at me, "him? The ones he kidnaps from the other world, I bet my rations on it." Like the rest of the crew, Smee treated me like a toddler.

        "Indeed. But could we be so lucky?" I gave my father a look that showed my confusion.

"But, Papa. . . Pan is evil. How could this be lucky?"

"I agree, 'lucky'? He'll be looking for us. He knows this land better than we do," Smee pointed out.

        "Mr. Smee, are you not a connoisseur of rare and valuable objects? If we return the boy to him, it could be the very key to our survival on Neverland." I'll admit, my father had logic, but the plan itself wasn't safe. What if this isn't enough to bargain with Pan? What if he wants more? What if he betrays us? If he kills us? I pushed those thoughts out of my head and agreed with him. My mother always said that you shouldn't spend your time worrying, especially about things you can't control.

~

        We heard news that the boy had awoken and my father, Smee, and I went to address the boy.

        "Ahoy, there. Aren't you lucky to be alive?" My father joked.

        "'Lucky'? I'm a prisoner of pirates in a land cursed with magic," the boy argued. He had long, curly brown hair and matching eyes.

        "Well, most children think they've found paradise when they lay their eyes on Neverland's magic," my father stated. "Why else leave home in the first place?" I, too, was curious about why someone would be taken by Pan's shadow if they didn't want to be.

        "I came so a family I loved could live," he argued angrily. That didn't make sense to me. It was my understanding that Pan didn't take boys unless they felt lonely or unloved.

        "Well, aren't you quite the hero?"

        "What would you know about that? Pirate," he spat and I pulled out my sword. I glared at him darkly, the tip of my sword grazing his neck.

        "Watch it, Curls. That pirate saved your scrawny bones from the curse of the mermaids," I snarled.

        "A pirate killed my mother and tore apart my family," he argued.

        "My mum is gone too. Suck it up and join the club," I retorted. My parents taught me that in tough situations you need to be fearless. I promised my mum that I would't let my emotions hold me back ever again. And for the moment, that means acting as if nothing could break me.

        "What about your father?" Papa asked, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. It was his attempt at consoling me and calming me down.

        "He left me. He's a coward," he told us.

        "What's your name, boy?"

        "I don't have to answer to you."

        "Ooh. But I can make you," my father threatened. He gave me a glance telling me what I needed to do.

        I pressed the sword into his neck harder. Just enough to make a small cut and draw blood. "I suggest you take a moment and think about the sword on your neck before you answer," I caution.

        Father suddenly grabbed my sword and hands it to Smee, who nervously took it. I looked at him in confusion and surprise. "But to prove to you that not all pirates are as you fear, I'll simply ask again-What's your name?" I looked at my feet in embarrassment. My father sometimes plays tricks to win people over, but he had never used me as the example before.

        "Baelfire," the boy finally said. Though I was glad we got him to talk, I was discerned with the fact that my father chose to embarrass me to make it happen.My father looked concerned for a moment then handed him some clean clothes.

"Welcome aboard, Baelfire. It's a pirate's life for you," my father teased and we left the boy in the cabin by himself.