The sea can be a mysterious place. It's so deep, that you never know what could still be down there till this day. It holds many secrets. And it was at sea, where one of the greatest love stories took place. A love story that only one woman has been keeping with her; along with the greatest tragedy ever known to happen at sea on April 14, 1912.

Eighty-four years later, people still talked about this tragedy. Eighty-four years later, explorers were searching the sea for what was known as 'the unsinkable ship.' But most importantly, they were on the hunt for one of the most well known diamonds that was on board the night that very ship drowned with 2,200 people on board with very little survivors.

Regina Swan-Mills, now a hundred and one years of age to her life had lived that tragedy and found true love for the very first time.

A true love bigger than anything she ever experienced. A love that would last a lifetime.

As an older Regina worked on her pottery, her wrinkled hands bringing the vase to life as they smoothed out the edges carefully and years of practice, the tv was faintly sounding in the background as Lucy; Regina's granddaughter, now a young woman walked around the house.

Lucy was always close to Regina, just as her son Henry still is to this very day. Regina being of age now, needed the help. Her hair was gray, and she needed help to walk around at times, but she was still hanging on strong. Just as her life long companion (and still love of her life) did - until it was time to part.

"What I'm interested in are these stories… the secrets locked deep inside the hull of Titanic."

A man on the news spoke as he was being interviewed on his latest discovery on what they once called 'The Ship of Dreams.'

Regina's head now slowly turned towards the tv as she heard the name Titanic. She soon stepped away from her pottery to walk towards the television to have a better listen. Lucy soon followed behind her grandmother.

"What is it?" the young girl asked as her eyes glued to the news.

"Turn that up, dear." came a soft reply from Regina.

As Lucy's hand reached for the volume knob, Regina took a few more steps towards the television, expression intrigued by what the man was saying.

"Take a look at this drawing that we found just today. A piece of paper that's been underwater for eighty-four years and my team are able to preserve it intact."

Regina's eyebrows furrowed, not with confusion but amazement. She was literally staring at her younger 30 year old self. It was that same drawing her beloved Emma had made of her in nothing but sketching charcoal utensils.

She had only glanced at that drawing once in her life. The very day Emma had brought it to life with her two bare hands as Regina modeled for her completely bared. But no matter the years that had passed, she remembered it. Clear as day. It was still fresh in the depths of not only her memory, but her heart as well.

"I'll be goddamned." was all Regina could bring herself to say.

Brock Lovett, a sea explorer of sorts had been fascinated with the the grand ship's history and tragic story. He was upset that he didn't find what he was really looking for. 'The Heart of the Ocean' they called it. A beautiful blue 56 carat diamond in the shape of a heart with tiny white, clear diamonds surrounding it. It was the very same necklace he had spotted in that drawing of a much younger Regina Swan-Mills.

Little did he know, in that moment a phone call for him was coming through.

"Hey, Brock, there's a satellite call for you." a man informed him.

"Bobby, we're launching. See the submarines going under water?" the dirty blonde haired man informed him, as he motioned towards the submarines.

"Trust me, buddy. You want to take this call." the brunette man informed him, raising his voice a little over all the noises going around them.

Brock hesitated, but walked over to the satellite phone.

"This better be good."

"You have to speak up, she's kinda old." Bobby informed him.

"Great." replied the man, not at all amused at whoever could be at the end of that phone call. He soon took the call anyway, placing the device right to his ear as he spoke in a clear, loud voice, "This is Brock Lovett. How can I help you Mrs…" he quickly took the phone away from his ear and looked over to his friend.

"Swan. Regina Swan." the man shouted while looking down at a piece of paper where he had written down her name. He seemed a little confused as to why have two last names, so he went to the first last name he saw written down. Swan.

Brock quickly spoke back into the phone, "Mrs. Swan?"

Regina didn't protest to that last name. She loved being referred to it - it was hers after all. It had belonged to the woman she most deeply and truly loved, even till this day; therefore it was rightfully hers.

"I was just wondering if you had found "The Heart of the Ocean" yet, Mr. Lovett."

The man's blue eyes almost bugged right out of his head as he heard the name of the famous necklace he had his hopes set high in finding. Leaving the phone attached to his ear, he looked over to his friend who was still standing near him.

"I told you you wanted to take the call."

Brock soon turned his gaze full of shock away from the brunette man, as he grew interested in what this woman had to say about such necklace.

"Alright, you have my attention, Regina. Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?" he asked calmly.

"Oh, yes. The woman in the picture is me."

That was all the man needed to know. Of course he didn't buy her story first, even though he was quite shocked, he needed more confirmation that this woman was who she said she was. He had known that there had been survivors when this tragic event took place. It was a miracle that people even survived it. But, never did he imagined someone would be calling only to name the one necklace he was interested in.

Regina was on a helicopter the very next day, landing right on the man's ship. She had convinced the man in the end. He was intrigued. He wanted to know more of what she had to say. I mean, really, when would you ever have the luck of speaking to one of the survivors of the most famous ship there ever was?

Of course, not everyone believed.

"She's a goddamn liar! Some nutcase seeking money or publicity! God only knows why! Like that Russian babe, Anesthesia!" a heavy set man yelled to Brock as he followed close behind his friend. "Regina Mills died on the Titanic when she was thirty, right?"

"That's right." said Brock with a smile on his face, still amazed by the phone call.

"If she had lived she'd be over a hundred by now."

"A hundred and one next month." said Brock as he continued to walk as the chopper was making it's landing.

"Okay, so she's a very old goddamn liar!" the heavy set man pressed on as he followed his friend up a set of stairs, "Look, I've already done the background on this woman all the way back to the twenty's, when she was working as an actress. An actress. There's your first clue, Sherlock. Her name was Regina Swan back then. She never married, but adopted a boy by the name of Henry. I hate to break it to you buddy, but everyone whom she pretty much knew is dead - except for her son, but he's not talking."

It was then, Brock interrupted, "And everyone who knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead or on this boat, but she knows."

As the chopper made its way down on the landing ramp, Brock approached anxiously, as others unloaded luggage after luggage that surely belonged to Regina, as they were all being placed in front of the heavy set man.

"Doesn't exactly travel light, does she?" the man yelled out through the noise coming from the helicopter blades.

Brock approached the older brunette with a hand shake as two crew members brought her down in her wheelchair from the helicopter, "Mrs. Mills, I'm Brock Lovett. Welcome to the Keldysh. Let's get you inside."

Regina was being rolled inside the ship with Lucy following closely behind as Brock introduced himself to her.

Shortly after Regina was sitting in what would be her bed for the next few days, making herself feel at home as she began to set her black and white pictures on a nightstand of when she was younger.

Her head lifted up as she heard a soft knock coming from the door frame, "Yes?"

Brock came in with a kind smile to his face, "Are your staterooms alright?"

"Oh, yes, very nice. Have you met my granddaughter Lucy? She takes care of me." Regina said as Lucy glanced up at the man with a kind smile of her own

"We met just a few minutes ago." said the girl as she glanced back at Regina, "Remember, up on deck?"

"Oh, yeah…" voiced Regina as she gestured towards her head knowing she had forgotten that small detail due to her age. She then smiled down at her pictures as she spoke, "There. That's nice. I have to have my pictures when I travel."

"Can I get you anything? Is there anything you'd like?" Brock offered her.

"Yes. I would like to see my drawing."

That was all the older woman said as soon after was taken to where the drawing was being held. It was being kept in a container of water, as Regina looked down at her much younger self, she was amazed that she was staring at this artwork again after so many many years. Her eyes then closed, as her mind re-lived a glimpse of the moment Emma Swan had drawn her for the very first time.

Glimpses of Emma's hand creating her on a blank sheet of paper, as her green piercing stare would glance up at her from time to time.

"Louis XVI wore a fabulous stone called the 'Blue Diamond of the Crown.' It disappeared in 1792. About the same time old Louis lost everything from the neck up. The Theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped, too. Re-cut into a heart-like shaped that became known as 'The Heart of the Ocean.' Today it would be worth more than the Hope Diamond."

Regina chuckled at Brock's words as she quickly replied as she stared into a picture of the necklace that he had in his hand, "It was a dreadful heavy thing. I only wore it this once."

"You actually think this is you?" Lucy asked her grandmother, earning a soft, yet still firm glare from Regina.

"It is me, dear. Wasn't I a dish?" the older woman smirked.

Brock couldn't help but have a smirk of his own in amusement as he then spoke, "I tracked it down through insurance records. An old claim that was settled under terms of absolute secrecy. Can you tell me who the claimant was, Regina?"

Brock took a seat next to her, awaiting to see if the older woman would provide him with his exact answer.

It wasn't long before Regina gave him an answer, "I should imagine someone named Locksley."

Bingo!

"Nathan Locksley. That's right. Pittsburgh's steel tycoon. The claim was for a diamond necklace his son, Robin, bought his fiancee, you. A week before he sailed the Titanic. It was filed right after the sinking. So the diamond had to have gone down with the ship." Brock pointed towards the drawing, "You see the date?"

Lucy read the date out loud as she glanced at it, "April 14th, 1912."

"Which means if your grandmother is who she says she is she was wearing the diamond the day the Titanic sank." Brock's friend spoke.

"And that makes you my new best friend." Brock told Regina as he sported a huge grin on his face. His eyes almost turning into dollar symbols right before her.

Shortly after, he showed the older woman more items that they had stumbled upon in the exploration.

"These are some of the things we recovered from your stateroom."

Regina's hand picked up a small mirror she had carried with her that day, "This was mine. How extraordinary!" she said in amazement as she look over to her granddaughter. "And it looks the same as it did the last time I saw it." Her fingers began turning the mirror over, spotting a crack in the glass as her smile soon faded and her hand began placing it back down, "The reflection has changed a bit."

Regina went silent as she picked up a hair clip shaped into a dragonfly. The wings were broken, and it was rather dusty just like everything else. But she remembered it very well. It was the same one she was wearing when Emma had drawn her.

Brock kneeled beside her as he quietly spoke, "Are you ready to go back to Titanic?"

It was difficult for her to remember everything that had happened, but she nodded with all the courage she had in her in that moment.

Brock's friend soon was showing an animation video of the very ship Regina had been on of the day it sank as he began to explain it in great detail, as he began to make sound effects and hand gestures without even worrying about Regina's cold expression on her face as she stared into the computer screen and saw everything happen all over again before her very eyes.

"Pretty cool, huh?" the guy finishes in saying.

Regina was obviously not amused.

"Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr Bodine. Of course, the experience of it was somewhat different."

"Will you share it with us?" Brock asked kindly.

There was a brief pause from the older woman as she soon stood up, as everyone else stood up around her, she walked over to the tv screens they had set up with images of the ship below the sea. Her brown soft eyes glanced at one screen then another, until she finally broke from the memories stirring in her head.

Her hands covering her face as her a soft but noticeable whimper escaped her lips.

Lucy quickly stood up, placing her hand on Regina's back as she looked over to Brock, "I'm taking her to rest."

"No." replied Regina quickly.

"Come on."

"No!" Regina spoke in a firm voice this time as she sat back down in her seat. The woman was of old age now, but she let herself be known when need be.

Brock quickly took a tape recorder into his hands as he pressed down on 'rec' to get every word Regina had to say.

"Tell us, Regina." Brock said as he took a seat in front of her.

"It's been eighty-four years…" her words sounded quietly.

"It's okay. Just try to remember anything, anything at all." Brock quickly replied.

Given how Regina would forget small details in things, this was something she never forgot. And she let it be known as she looked up at the man sitting before her, "Do you want to hear this or not, Mr. Lovett?"

The man nodded, smiling in amazement as he quietly listened to the woman's story.

"It's been eighty-four years… and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called 'The Ship of Dreams'. And it was. It really was."

1912

Titanic was the biggest spectacle of it's time. It was boarding passengers and ready to set sail. Crew members were guiding low and high class passengers to their destinations. Low class boarded at the bottom of the ship, while high class boarded at the very top. Those lucky enough to board this magnificent ship were in for an experience they would never forget. Nor would the rest of the world.

Compared to how the ship was below sea, everything was brand new.

As well as people, a lot of cargo was coming aboard, even automobiles of those with money. One car in particular, maroon colored, with gold outlining and a white bright roof top was honking its horn, making its presence well known to the public.

A little girl with brown curls turned her attention to this beautiful (expensive) looking transportation with amazement while she was being carried by her father. Both being low class, it was her first time ever seeing one such as nice as this one. The car however was nothing compared to its passenger.

The back door to the left of the car swung open as a white gloved hand reached out to take the offering hand of its chauffeur. A much younger, Regina Mills made her way out of the vehicle in such elegance. Her clothing was crisp and clean, creases perfectly placed, along with a purple sun hat to match her purple dress underneath her suit jacket.

Her brown eyes scanning the gigantic ship. She wasn't impressed. She's been on better ones than this. Her mother Cora Mills was just being helped out of the same vehicle by Robin's right hand man (to say the least) Robert Gold.

Robin was a small time man, he looked the part but was nothing underneath in the end. He knew how to carry himself well however.

"I don't see what all the big fuss is about." said Regina as she turned to face her fiancee Robin, "It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania."

"You can be blase about some things, Regina but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauretania and far more luxurious." the man's voice died down as did his smile as Regina simply ignored his words, walking a few feet away from the man. Robin turned his attention towards Cora, "Your daughter is far too difficult to impress, Cora."

Cora laughed lightly at the man's words, as her eyes viewed the ship, "So this is the ship they say is unsinkable."

"It is unsinkable. God himself could not sink this ship."

Gold stayed a little behind explaining to a crew ship member which baggage belonged to the Mills and which belonged to Robin and gave direct orders as to which suites they were to be taken. While Robin followed behind Cora and Regina as they began to board the ship, which would be their new home for the remainder of the trip.

It was the ship of dreams to everyone else. To me, it was a slave ship taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming.

The horns of the ship sounded, alerting it's almost departing time.

The horn could be heard all the way to a small pub that wasn't too far off from the ship, where a blonde woman in her early twenties was sitting down at a table, alongside a scruffy bearded young man as they played their hand at a game of poker. Emma was good, so she didn't worry. What made this game interesting though wasn't the money she was about to win, being only a few coins, a pocket knife and a pocket watch; but the two tickets to board the titanic.

A woman of her low class status would never get this chance again to board such a ship. She couldn't lose this game.

August leaned into his friend as he whispered over to her, while the two other guys had what looked like an argument in Swedish. "Emma, you are crazy. You bet everything we have."

Emma leaned into her friend, her green eyes sparkling in the beam of the sunlight coming in from the window of the pub as she removes the cigarette from her mouth with her index and middle finger, quickly blowing out the smoke that sat in her lungs from her last inhale, "When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose."

The two competitors kept arguing in their language, one being upset that the other put up their tickets as a bet for whoever won the game.

Emma's eyes looked over to the guy next to her, "Sven?" she switched cards with him, as she quickly placed another card down and withdrew her next card from the deck. Her eyes studying her hand with focus as she looked at everyone sitting with her, "Alright, moment of truth. Somebody's life is about to change." green eyes look to August, "August?" the man places down his hand.

Revealing a no winning hand.

Emma looks over at the next player, "Olaf?"

Nothing.

"Sven?" says the blonde who inhales sharply as the next man reveals a good hand, "Uh-ho. A two pair." Emma turns to her best friend with a frown, "I'm sorry, August."

The man's expression grew with worry and aggravation, "Sorry?! Emma, you bet all of our money!"

"I'm sorry! You're not going to see your dad again for a long time…" her eyes growing brighter with excitement as her hand slammed on the table, revealing her winning hand, "We are going to America! Full house, boys!" the blonde's fist slammed on the table another two times as she whooped in excitement. August joining right in, while the two other opponents stared in awe.

Emma and August hugged, shouting at the top of their lungs at her winning hand. Emma's smile shining bright at her victory. "We're going home!" she shouted as she leaned down to the table grabbing all of the items in fist fulls only to be grabbed by Olaf as he spoke something in Swedish and made a fist right before Emma.

The blonde closed her eyes shut, expecting the punch, but the guy swung his fist for the punch to land on his friend instead. She had won fair and square. His friend was the stupid one for bedding the tickets. Emma couldn't help but laugh at the scene as the man flew back with chair and all to the floor.

"We're going to America!" August shouted.

An older man who was the bartender of the place shouted over, "No, mates! Titanic goes to America in five minutes." he laughed as his thumb pointed behind him towards the clock wall. Marking five minutes before the ships departing time.

Both Emma and August quickly grabbed all the items on the table as they ran their way towards the ship, making their way through crowds of people, "We're riding high class now! We're practically goddamn royalty, my friend!" she shouted at August who was right behind her.

They ran as fast as their feet could carry them, dodging every person in sight that crossed her way, Emma holding out her hand which held the two winning tickets as they neared one of the bottom entrances, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! We're passengers!"

A young crew member glanced at the blonde as he took the tickets from her, "Have you been through the inspection queue?"

It was customary in those times for the good of the high class boarding the same ship that all low class passengers be inspected for anything that might be contagious. Even lice.

"Of course. Anyway, we don't have any lice. We're Americans. Both of us." the blonde assured him.

"Right. Come aboard."

They made it. The time had marked twelve o'clock as everyone from the ship waved goodbye at the remaining people that remained at the bottom. It wasn't long before Emma was walking through one of the many hallways in the bottom deck of the ship, a bag of what little she had slung around her shoulder as she searched for what would be their room.

"Right here." said Emma as she entered the room, extending her hand to another Swedish male sitting on what she assumed was his bunk bed, "Hey, how you doing? Emma." she moved over to the another guy who was using the small bathroom of the room, shaking his hand in greeting, "Emma Swan. Nice to meet you."

August then received a punch in the arm by Emma as he had already taken possession of the top bunk of the room, leaving Emma to reclaim the bottom one. Leaving the two other males in the room confused as to what on earth happened to Olaf and Sven.

Compared to the bottom deck, which rooms were incredibly tiny, the top deck for high class passengers was very spacious and opened. Robin was walking along an outer deck that came with his and the Mills' suite, taking in how elegant everything was. The sun beamed in, it was provided by wooden shutters in case you wanted less or more sunlight, the floors were smooth wooden boards and it held a few small tables and just enough chairs.

Regina was in her bedroom suite placing her paintings in order. Regina Mills was more simpler than anyone gave her credit for. She was always brought up with money, but truth be told she had been around it all her life, she craved more excitement. Something different. One thing that she enjoyed spending money on was her paintings. She was a woman who appreciated a great piece of art.

"Would you like all of them out, miss?" a servant from the deck asked as she helped Regina unpack her paintings with care.

"Yes. We need a little color in this room." the brunette replied as she set the painting down to tend to another. She had a good amount of them from various artists.

"God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money." spoke Robin as he took a drink from his champagne glass and leaned by the door frame.

"The difference between Robin's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating." Regina informed the maid as her gaze remained on the painting, admiring its every beauty in detail. She carefully sat the painting down on the couch, "Like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic."

"What's the artist's name?" asked the maid with interest.

Regina's brows furrowed as she tried to recall the name, "Something Picasso."

Robin pushed himself off the door frame in a chuckle, "Something Picasso. He won't amount to a thing. He won't, trust me."

At Cherbourg, a woman came aboard named Margaret Brown. We all called her Molly. History would call her The Unsinkable Molly Brown.

"Well, I wasn't about to wait all day for you, sonny." said Molly as she carried in her luggage's herself, the thud of them dropping out of her hands loud and noticeable. She hands over a small luggage to a crew member helping her, "Here, if you think you can manage."

Her husband had struck gold someplace out west. And she was what mother called "new money." By the next afternoon we were steaming west from the coast of Ireland with nothing out ahead of us but ocean.

And there was nothing but the blue of the sea. The sun was out and shining above everyone on board. The captain stood up top, a proud grin on his lips, enjoying the sea air, uniform black and gold, looking the part. "Take her to sea, Mr. Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs." he commanded to his second in command crew member.

"Yes, sir." Murdoch walked back in to give the order, as everyone did they part as they began to pull levers, shouting orders, placing more charcoals into the fires, igniting the engines, etc. everything to give the ship more speed. There wasn't a single part of machinery on that ship that began to work. It was hard work to get a ship as big as the Titanic to get it moving, but once it began… it flew through the ocean.

Emma had made her way on the upper deck of the ship, looking out into the ocean as she reached the front tip of the boat, grabbing on to the wires for support along with August by her side.

Dolphins joined in, jumping and swimming as fast as the ship itself. Emma lifted herself up more onto the very front of the ship, she was living a dream. She had imagined it being the greatest experience she had ever had in her entire life, but not this breathtaking. August and her began shouting and whooping, expressing their excitements of being on the biggest ship. She felt invincible. Like a queen of the world as she well shouted from the top of her lungs.

While all of Emma's excitement was being expressed out on the deck, Regina, Cora, Robin and others were enjoying breakfast with other high society people, along with Thomas Andrews, managing director, also architect of the RMS Titanic and his business partner Joseph Bruce Ismay.

"She is the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history." spoke J. Bruce, feeling undoubtedly proud of their amazing creation, "And our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here designed her from the keel plates up."

There was a small shade of pink on Andrew's cheeks as the spot light was shined on him among everyone joining at the table, "I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Ismay's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is." his fist knocking on the table three times, " Willed into solid reality."

As boring as this discussion was to Regina, she was rather smart. Observant even. Something surprising for a woman in those times. But Regina was a woman with a mind of her own. She didn't believe that women were only good for one thing. There was more to them than met the eye. Even if men didn't agree.

The brunette took a cigarette holder as regal as she had learned to do and placed it in her mouth with such elegance. Lighting the cigarette with the same regalness. Her mother was never one to agree with her smoking, even if Regina smoked once in a while.

"You know I don't like that, Regina." Cora whispered as she leaned into her daughter, afraid to make a big scene out of it in front of their guest.

Regina held the end of the cigarette holder with her index and middle finger flawlessly as her lips released the smoke she had inhaled. Even that seemed elegant.

Robin however was not having it as he took the cigarette out of its holder, putting it out immediately, "She knows." a waiter approached him ready to take his order. The man of course, ordered for himself and Regina included, "We'll both have the lamb. Rare, with very little mint sauce."

Molly took notice in his need to control the brunette - not amused.

"You like lamb, right sweet pea?" asked Robin as he turned to his fiancee who only forced a almost sarcastic smile at the man.

"You gonna cut her meat for her too there, Robin?" Molly chuckled as she was a woman who said it like it was.

Robin's face fell, it was clear he didn't like this woman. Not like Molly cared, she didn't like him either.

Molly quickly turned her attention to those she did like, "Hey, who thought of the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?" she beamed as she guessed right.

"Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength."

Regina had to comment on this.

"Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you."

Molly and Andrews sure found it amusing as they couldn't control their smirks and silent chuckles. Andrew's shoulders were shaking from laughter.

Robin and Cora however were not amused.

"What's gotten into you?" whispered Cora as she leaned into Regina once again.

"Excuse me." the brunette voiced to everyone as she quickly got up from the table and left.

"I do apologize." Cora said as her gaze fell on Ismay full of embarrassment.

Molly looked over at Robin, "She's a pistol, Robin. Hope you can handle her."

"Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, won't I, Mrs. Brown?" replied Robin, un-amused.

"Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?" asked Ismay, not knowing who Sigmund Freud was.

As the ship was divided from the inside, it was also divided from the outside. The top of the ship had its own section for the poor class, as the high class was given a much higher section. Emma was sitting out to the side with her sketchbook in hand, green eyes focused on a father and little girl while she sketched them with great detail. Her charcoal running smoothly against the paper, providing different types of shading as it went from dark to light, green eyes would quickly shift from the father and daughter down to her drawing again and again.

August was sitting right beside her, along with an Irish young man named Tommy. Someone from the high class walked by walking three dogs.

"That's typical. First class dogs come down here to take a shite." said Tommy in his Irish accent.

Emma smiled as she looked over at their new friend, "Lets us know where we rank in the scheme of things."

"Like we could forget?" Tommy spoke with the cigarette in his mouth, as a laughter from the blonde was heard as the man blew out a puff of smoke, as he extended his hand towards Emma, "I'm Tommy Ryan."

"Emma Swan." the blonde smiled as she firmly shook his hand.

"August." he introduced himself to Tommy as they shook hands.

Tommy moved back, eyeing Emma's beautiful new drawing, "Do you make any money with your drawings?" he asked, but the blonde could not hear his question. Her eyes and her thoughts were focused on Regina Mills, as the brunette was walking up to one of the edges of the boat, looking as elegant as ever. The sun light was beaming off of her as if she had come from the heaven's herself.

Tommy glanced over his shoulder and back to Emma, as he spoke in his Irish accent, "Ah, forget her. You'd as like have angels fly out of your arse as get next to the lights of her."

The blonde was hypnotized, her eyes couldn't be moved away from the beautiful woman that was standing above her. August laughed as he waved a hand in front of Emma who apparently was going to remain lost in a daze.

Regina glanced over at the blonde as she felt a pair of eyes staring at her and quickly looked away, unamused of the attention the blonde was giving her. But brown eyes quickly looked back over to the blonde, her features troubled.

Robin came up behind the brunette as he grabbed a hold of her arm in discretion, but Emma could tell they were arguing. Regina quickly yanked her away with as she just stepped inside the ship, her moment of piece ruined.