Henry's jaw dropped at the sight of Maracaibo. The two pirate ships docked in the almost full harbor and he nearly tripped stepping onto dry land after a week of being at sea.

Killian chuckled as he helped him to his feet. "You'll lose those sea legs soon enough lad. Welcome to Maracaibo."

Henry smiled as Regina came towards him and lead him down the docks, telling him about the battle they'd fought to take over the city. Since it was a trade center, the marketplace was bustling with all kinds of people and vendors selling a great variety of goods. One sold olives, dates, and tropical fruits and spices. Another one, a butcher, had a long table covered in types of meat, from beef, goat and mutton to crocodile and shark. Even some whale and octopus, or so he claimed. Someone else was selling very powerful perfumes and scented oils. There was an art dealer that Regina stopped to look at. He was selling different sculptures and paintings. Of course there were people with stalls selling clothing and much of the loud chatter was produced not by people talking but by the blacksmiths making and selling their wares. There was so much life here, far different than little old Storybrooke.

Regina lead him to a wagon that was currently being filled with their bags. "I'll be back in a second to ride to the villa. Wait here." She motioned to Isabella. "Watch him please." She walked off and Henry turned to Bella as she climbed into the wagon and sat down.

"Why do I need to be watched?" He asked.

"This is a pirate town, Henry. It's full of murderers and liars and thieves, all of whom would not hesitate to kill you, lie to you or steal from you. It's much better than Tortuga, but it's still a place of criminals."

Henry nodded. He'd expected as much. Not what happened next. Three beautiful girls just walked right up to him and started talking to him, asking him who he was and where he'd come from. "Um, I'm Henry Mills. I'm from Storybrooke."

The pretty blonde gasped. "That's where the queen is from. Are you the little prince?"

"Yeah, I'm Henry."

"Hey!" Isabella called. "Skank, strumpet and whore, get a move on. He's not interested."

"You might wanna watch that tongue, Isabella." The blonde said.

Belle lit a fireball in her hand. "I suggest you watch yours, unless you want me to burn it off."

"You know." Henry said, after his little sister had sufficiently scared away the girls. "I might've been a little interested."

"No, you weren't. They're just looking for any piece of meat to taste. You don't want to catch their disease, my friend." She offered him her hand to pull him into the wagon. "It's all well and good to enjoy yourself, but be a little wary. The girls here are usually gold digging sluts. There are a few exceptions though."

Henry nodded again. Regina and Killian returned and took the reigns. "What about KJ and Sheamus?"

"They'll catch up later." His mother replied. "Hope you don't mind having the full length tour tomorrow."

"It's fine. You look tired." Henry said. Killian's head whipped towards Regina.

"I'm not pregnant, Killian." She snapped. He didn't look convinced.

Henry smiled as they rode through the beautiful city, heading up what seemed to be a small mountain, following a neatly paved road. They rounded the bend and came upon a beautiful villa that took his breath away. Regina grinned at his reaction.

"Welcome to the Jones Manor, Henry."

"It's amazing, Mom."

"Just wait until you see the inside."

The inside proved even better than the outside. It had a more modern feel to it due to Regina adding in some appliances from the land of no magic like bathrooms and a modern kitchen. And yet, there were simplistic designs as well. The queen lit the fireplace and lead him to his room. It was twice as big as the one he had back home and wasn't really decorated much.

"You can make it your own of course. You have your own bathroom too." Regina smiled. Henry threw his bags next to the bed. "I'll give you a full tour tomorrow, take you shopping, whatever you want. And then, on Friday, Maracaibo is going to throw a great celebration. All for you."

"This is amazing, Mom. I can't believe I'm here." Henry said, looking around.

"I'm glad to have you here, Henry." She motioned to the mirror on the wall in front of a desk. "That's for you to talk to your parents. It flashes when they're trying to contact you. You simply tap it to call or answer. Um, there's plenty of food in the kitchen. Help yourself. Make yourself at home actually. What's ours is yours."

"Thanks Mom." Henry gave his mother a hug and she retired to her own room for the evening. He started unpacking his clothes and pictures. Blackbeard's sword went back up on the wall and he sat down at the desk to call his parents. There was a loud crash and Emma appeared in the glass.

"Henry! Are you alright? Is everything okay?" she asked. Neal peered around her.

"Yeah, guys, everything is fine. We spent a week just sightseeing and now I'm in Maracaibo. It's crazy amazing here, Mom. I'm gonna go on a tour tomorrow and go shopping."

Emma smiled. "I'm glad you're having fun. Talk to us often, okay?"

"I will. I'm gonna go to bed, but I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay."

He nodded and touched the mirror, ending the connection. With that done, he collapsed onto the giant, soft bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning he got up early as usual and took a shower. He wasn't exactly sure just what to wear being among pirates. He chose a simple gray T-shirt and jeans and put on some matching tennis shoes. His mother was already up and cooking breakfast. She was dressed in black leather pants, black boots and a sleeveless corset top. Her hair was held back by about a dozen bands going all the way down her ponytail.

"Good morning, Henry."

"Morning, Mom. What's first?"

"First we have breakfast. The smells should wake up the stragglers. Then a tour of the city and we'll get you some new clothes. Maybe a dagger or two. Something besides that giant sword to make sure you're safe. That is, until you're properly taught to use it." Regina smirked as she placed a sizzling pan of sausage on the table. It was followed by a bowl of eggs, another bowl filled with fruit, and a pan of baked bread.

"Smells delicious!" Sheamus exclaimed as he burst into the room and sat next to Henry. "How'd you sleep, Tiny Prince?"

"Wonderfully." Henry smiled.

"That's...good." Sheamus watched Regina as she turned around to fix herself some coffee. He reached for the sausage and was shocked by a magic barrier. "Ow." He said, as though this was an everyday thing. It probably was. Killian, KJ and Isabella shortly arrived and they all sat down to eat, digging in to the large meal Regina had prepared. Afterwards, they picked up some horses from Regina's personal stables and she took him on a tour all over the city, showing off every inch of her lovely creation. It was clear his mother took great pride in her city, and Henry was pleased to experience it. She took him back to the market and loaded up on pirate apparel. He got changed into black pants and a poofy white shirt, as well as long black boots. Regina gave him a naked rapier to carry since carrying the jewel encrusted blade of Blackbeard would be simply asking for trouble. Around midday, Regina had to go take care of some business and Isabella took her place as tour guide and lead Henry down to the harbor.

"So what do you think?" Bella asked. "Awesome or what?"

"It is pretty awesome." Henry admitted. It was like everything was so fast paced, so different than little ole' Storybrooke. Everyone seemed so happy and carefree, not rushing through life and not fulfilling expectations either. Just...enjoying themselves. "So, is Mom the queen or what?"

"Pretty much. Can you imagine Daddy running a city?" Isabella smirked, kicking off her shoes to walk down to the beach. Henry did the same and followed. "It's an earned moniker. She's not technically the queen but...she is. If that makes any sense."

"Kinda." He shrugged.

"Come on, I have someone for you to meet." She grinned and grabbed his arm, leading her down the beach to a small rocky cove. The sweet sound of a violin reached his ears and he noticed a girl on the beach, eyes closed as she swayed and danced to her own music, not once missing a note or step. She wore tight black breeches and a brown leather corset, her dark hair waving through the air, the sun reflecting off skin darkened by hours spent under its rays.

"Who is that?" Henry whispered in awe.

"That's Ren. Short for Renegade. Isn't she awesome? She's the best violinist in the world." Isabella grinned.

She was beautiful. "She's amazing." He agreed.

"Ren!" Bella screamed, racing across the sand. Ren stopped playing abruptly and smiled at seeing the younger pirate.

"You're back. You said you guys would be gone for another two weeks."

"Time was a little funky and Mom didn't want to stay gone long." Belle gave her a hug and motioned to Henry. "This is my big brother, Henry. Henry, this is Renegade Rossie."

Ren smiled. "Or just Ren. It's a pleasure to meet cha." She looked him up and down and whispered not so quietly to Bella. "He's a bit scrawny, isn't he?"

He smirked. "How do you know each other?"

"I've worked for Regina for the past 5 years." Ren answered. "Shiphand and her personal player. I've known Bella her whole life." Isabella grinned at being mentioned. "So the giant party at the end of the week must be for you. You must be pretty special."

"I'm Regina's son." He said.

"Ah. That explains it."

"You're going to perform, right?' Bella asked hopefully.

"Absolutely. Whatever my young queen desires." She made a show of bowing and that only made Bella grin harder. Now Henry couldn't wait for his party. It arrived more quickly than he expected. All of Maracaibo was invited to participate. People danced in the street, rum flowed like water, fireworks were fired into the air. Henry was sure half the pirates didn't know why they were celebrating, but he didn't mind. He really enjoyed himself, and seeing a new side of his mother was a bonus. The main party was at a tavern and he was practically dragged onto the dance floor by his brothers in a sort of line dance. Henry drank, he danced, he sang. It was quite a night. Then the show he'd been waiting for finally began. 10 warriors carrying shields pushed the tables to the walls, clearing the space. Henry climbed up to sit on top of one with his mother. The warriors then dropped to a knee and held the shields flat against their shoulders. A slow melody started to play as Ren was carried in, playing a new black violin. She was in a flowing white dress with multiple long slits in it to show off her legs and so she could move. She stepped onto the first shield and started to play a little faster. She skipped over the shields, picking up speed. The other pirates started clapping in time with the music as she went faster and faster, dancing effortlessly and fearlessly. Henry was almost entranced by her. Then the rest of the musicians burst into song and Ren leaped along the tables as she played. The pirates cheered and danced and sang until night had turned to day. The Jones clan trudged home, heads and limbs throbbing.

"Welcome to Maracaibo, Henry." Regina patted him on the head and shuffled off to her bedroom.

"Thanks, Mom." Henry smiled. He walked into his bedroom and saw the flashing mirror, but he ignored it to collapse onto the bed and sleep off his raging hangover. What a lovely welcome indeed.

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