Henry and I were walked down a long way down the road until finally we got to a town.

"This is Storybrooke." He says holding open his arms in a grand gesture for humor.

A few people walked by us and when they saw me they stared. And it wasn't an ordinary stare. It was a stare of confusion and fright. They looked for a while then grabbed the arms of the people they were walking with and disappeared into various shops and other buildings.

"What was all of that about?" I asked Henry as I was feeling a bit uncomfortable by all of this.

"We don't get many visitors." He said.

We made our way to a little café with a sign that said 'Granny's'. As soon as the little bell went off when the door opened and Henry and I walked inside a hushed silence fell upon the room. I looked around. Everywhere there were eyes and all of them were on me. I saw a blonde woman sitting at the counter and the old lady behind it went over to her as she was sipping her coffee. The blonde woman looked up and then she saw me and Henry and looked confused and a little scared and she quickly came over to Henry and I.

"Henry who is this?" She asked Henry while she studied me.

"Mom, this is my friend Lily." He introduced me.

There is an uncomfortable silence then I broke it by holding out my hand so she could shake it.

"It's nice to meet you." I said and smile despite all the people staring at me.

One of them in particular was a strangely dressed man. He wore a leather black jacket that went down almost to the floor and black leather pants, black leather boots to go with his black shirt and short black hair and he very obviously had mascara on. He had a silver earing to go with his silver hook for a hand. I had to look twice at that his stare was different from the stares of the other diners. He looked like he was trying to recognize me, like he had seen me before somewhere or knew someone that looked like me. I found myself staring back at him until I saw that the blonde woman who Henry addressed as 'Mom' was now staring at me too and Henry was looking at the ground like he had done something wrong.

"Henry invited me to come…" I said softly after reassessing the situation.

"I guessed as much." Henry's mom said and she led us both over to the counter. She turned to face the café and everyone stared at her. "It's ok everybody." She assures them "Just do what you normally do and don't worry about our…visitor…" She said and looked at me and after her speech everyone immediately went back to their conversations and meals.

"Why are they all scared?" I asked Henry in a whisper.

"We don't get many visitors…" He says then thinks for a moment.

"Why not?" I asked and he opened his mouth to say something and then I saw him look at his mom and it shut. "I'll tell you later."

"I'm Emma." Henry's mom said and I look at her and smile then I looked at the guy with the hook.

"Who are you?" I asked him

"Captain-" He gets a glare similar to the one Henry got. "I mean Killian Jones." He said and held his flask and threw back his head and took a big sip of it.

"Captain…" I said and looked at him and he turned to me. I looked at the hook and made the connection. "There's rum in that flask then I'm guessing."

As soon as I said that he almost choked on his second sip and his eyes widened and his face showed the sign that he had made a revelation. He had figured out what he was trying to figure out before.

"How do you know that?" He asked me.

I thought about it. The thought actually puzzled me. To be honest I didn't know how or why I made that connection. It just sort of came up, like a kind of inherited knowledge that had been there for generations.

So obviously I answered "School. We learned that during the 16th and 17th century rum was a popular beverage among sailors."

"Aye it was." He nodded like he only half bought it. "And what would your last name be?"

I was a little hesitant about that question. I wasn't sure why the man would want that information. "Turner…" I said hesitantly and I saw his eyes go wide and he grabbed Emma's arm.

"Miss Swan may I talk to you for a moment." He said as he dragged her off to a hallway.

I watched them leave and I was unsure of what I should do. Why did my last name freak out this sea captain and why did he seem like he knew me from somewhere? There were so many questions in my head but thankfully the old lady behind the counter gave me some hot chocolate.

"O I didn't order-" I started but then she motioned her head over to Henry

I saw him pretending not to look at me so I kicked his leg and he turned to me and smiled then I took a sip of my hot chocolate and I picked up some of Emma and the Captain's conversation.

"Killian are you serious?" Emma asked in the tone that someone asks you in if you said something completely stupid.

"Yes I am!" He protested. "We both lived in the same town. He made my sword for me before my brother and I went on our mission together. We grew up as boys together and he even taught me how to sword fight. And I helped him take care of his son when he couldn't be there." He says. "So I know him and that girl sitting next to your son is definitely his descendant."

That was when I first saw his sword in his belt loop and I looked at in shock. This wasn't any ordinary sea captain. This was a pirate. I looked at my fencing bag and thought about my sabre inside. Then I thought of something else. Did he know someone related to me? He said son and that I was a descendant so it definitely wouldn't be anyone I know. I didn't even know anyone in my family.

"Killian." Emma persisted. "There are a million people out there with the last name Turner. It's a common last name. That doesn't mean that she's his… 15 times great granddaughter or something."

"Well then how do you explain how she knew about the rum?" He asked and crossed his arms.

"Well they did cover that era in school. The teacher probably taught them that." She said.

"Alright well then here's something that will really make you think." He gets closer to her "How do you think she got into Storybrooke? Only those who believe in magic can get in right? So how did she get in if she doesn't believe…or perhaps she's seen an act of magic. Like perhaps her ancestor visiting her at the end of a decade in an old pirate ship that should be so old it shouldn't sail but it still does."

Emma sighed and covered her hand with her face "Killian how would he even know she exists. It's been 300 years, there's no way anyone could keep track of that many relatives."

She then came back to me and Henry and I quickly took a sip of my hot chocolate to hide my eavesdropping and I got whipped cream all over my upper lip. I turned to face them as they came back and they both smiled at my face a bit and I wiped it off.

"Hey Killian are we still going sailing this afternoon?" Henry asked him.

"Aye." He says and takes out his flask again and takes another sip.

Pirates love their rum that's for sure.

"Can Lily come too?" He asked him and Killian looked at Emma and smiled.

"Yes. Of course she can."

He was planning something. And I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a part of it or not. But all I'll say for right now is that things are about to get a whole lot crazier.