SUMMARY: He was Henry Mills. By now, he should be used to the random monsters popping up and Disney villains showing up to kill his family. But then of course, nothing is ever what it seems in Storybrooke. So when a giant ship with crimson red sails called, "The Flying Dutchman" shows up, it puts him off a bit much. Especially when it was in the middle of a date with King Arthur's daughter.
I DO NOT OWN ONCE UPON A TIME. ALL CHARACTERS GO TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS.
"So these movies- they're not magic?"
Violet Pendragon was quite familiar with the modern world by now, but she could not process how science and technologywere not some type of sorcery.
"It's science, Violet. Not magic."
"I'd say it's practically the same thing."
Henry laughed at the expression of pure defiance and stubbornness on Violet's face. She answered back with a raise of her eyebrows. She then shook her head in exasperation and turned to the scenery of the forest.
It was a beautiful sight. The secluded glade of the forest had a lake which looked like melted butter as the soft glow of the sun seeped through the thick fluffy clouds- illuminating the waters. Leaves floated here and there in bunches from the soft wind that blew through every so often. Autumn reared it's head in a way that left the trees barren, the grounds coated in brightly covered leaves, and had a lingering smell of fresh greenery and crisp air. All in all it was a beautiful.
In the spur of the awing moment she reached for Henry's hand, tangling his fingers with hers.
Henry searched her eyes curiously. He figeted under her gaze.
"Violet?"
She smiled softly and whispered, "I'm just glad everything is over."
Henry gave a grin in return and made to answer back- that was before it happened.
BANG!
In an instant a powerful gust of wind blew through the glade almost leveling the trees, they thought, as the trees were rid of all their leaves and the green sewn branches creaked with age. The colorful leaves swirled in a vortex above the now disturbed lake waters.
BANG!
A orange swirling batch of clouds touched down from the sky and the couple were sent backwards. The lake rose up and joined in the dance between the leaves and the sky.
"Henry, what-"
"I don't know."
BANG!
Thunder screeched and lightning crackled. As the storm filled the sky it looked as if lightning were neurons firing Henry thought, while Violet thought it as a spider's web.
BANG!
A hole breached the sky and something massive was spit out. A bright light then burst from nowwhere. Henry and Violet covered their eyes. In that moment a ship with crimson sails and a mermaid figurehead popped up with everything back to normal. It was if nothing had happened. Only now, a ship labeled "The Flying Ductchman" was sitting still, two feet in front of their faces.
"Well that's gonna be a problem."