Emma's POV

Emma grasped the railing, her knuckles turning white. The entire ship lurched and shook as it plunged into the swirling green mass of the portal. She couldn't help but worry that the ship would capsize, but had no choice at this point.

She closed her eyes. The ship tilted violently forward, then stopped. She opened her eyes again.

The landscape around her had changed completely. Where they had been just off the docks of Storybrooke, now they were in the middle of the ocean, no land anywhere to be seen, save for a tiny blot in the distance.

"Why are we so far away?" she asked Hook.

He turned to her. "You ask me as if I had any choice in the matter. Besides, I'm fine with this. I'd rather not get too close to that place just yet. If ever."

Emma's eyebrows furrowed. "But it's Neverland. I mean, isn't it supposed to be a happy place with faries and kids who never grow up?"

Hook snorted. "Well, I don't know what stories you've heard, but they're dead wrong. It is true, children don't grow up here. But it isn't as if they have a choice. They are taken in the night by a shadow, a creature that does the bidding of the leader, Peter Pan."

Emma's face fell. "And they took Henry here?" she asked. He nodded. He looked as if he would say more, but was cut off by David.

"Hook! Come here, we need your help!" Hook gave Emma one last look that almost seemed apologetic, then left.

Mary-Margaret came up behind Emma and put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump. She gave her daughter a smile. "It'll all be okay. We'll save him."

Emma sighed. "I know," she said. "I'm just scared. What are they going to do to him?"

Mary-Margaret just kept smiling reassuringly, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Henry will be fine. He knows right from wrong and how to keep himself save. He's a lot like you in that way."

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of," Emma said, thinking of how she also had a knack for rebelling and getting herself into bad situations, a trait Henry also seemed to pick up.

Henry's POV

Henry looked around once the green light of the portal faded. He tried again to wrestle his arm from Greg, but to no avail. Besides, it was usless now anyway. Even if he did escape, he'd be stranded in a strange world alone, with nowhere to go. His best chance was to stay with Tamara and Greg.

He examined the land around him. He was on a beach. The ocean spread out for miles around them and inland there seemed to be nothing but trees and a large mountain right in the middle. Greg pulled his arm and began leading him to the forest. Henry dug his heels into the sand.

"Where are we?" he demanded.

Tamara sighed. "Listen, kid. We don't want to hurt you. We don't mean any harm to you. We have his word on that, too."

"Who's word?" Henry asked, confused.

"The ma- um, I mean, person we're working for," Greg said. Henry noticed his stumble. Almost like he couldn't call this person a man, like he feared doing so. But it was definitely a guy. The pieces began to click in Henry's mind.

"Why'd you want to take me here?"

"Because," Greg continued, "he wants you. Like Tamara said, he's promised he won't hurt you."

Henry's eyes narrowed. "Why would you care if I'm hurt? You just tried to kill my entire family, and all of my friends!"

Tamara shook her head. "That was because of the magic. You're not guilty of any. The last thing we want is for an innocent kid to get hurt."

"Now are you coming or not?" Greg demanded. Henry was liking him less and less. Tamara wouldn't be as bad, had she not kidnapped him, killed his dad, and tried to kill everyone he loved. At least she wasn't as harsh around him.

Henry followed, looking around him. He had finally deduced where he was. The same way he had deduced who many of the fairy tale characters were back in Storybrooke, before the curse was broken.

Neverland.