Chapter FIFTY: Sailing Home
A few hours later, the gang of seven boarded The Jolly Roger and started to sail back to New York. The Professor and Henry were at the wheel of the ship, with Belle, Neal and Mr Gold below deck, while the others were wandering about.
Emma went below deck to check up on Mr Gold. When she arrived in the room, she said, "You don't look comfortable."
"The poison racing towards my heart will have that effect," Mr Gold said.
Emma walked over to them. "Tell me about this knife of yours. Cora and Regina, if they do have it, they can make you do anything?"
"Indeed."
"Like, kill us all?"
Mr Gold breathed heavily, and Belle clutched his spare hand. "Yeah. You're hoping I bleed to death now, aren't you?"
"You're Henry's gradfather. We're family now. I'm gonna save you."
"I feel so reassured."
Neal nodded. "We will get that dagger back. And save your life."
Back in Storybrooke, David was walking through the streets, talking on the phone to his wife. But what they didn't know was that Cora and Regina were listening to their conversation. "Hey. I just talked to Emma. It's a bad wound. She says its poison. He can only cure it back in Storybrooke. They're taking the ship home."
"Well, let him know they have the knife, okay?" Mary Margaret said. "Who knows what that wicked woman would do..."
Cora didn't like that last comment, so she knocked the phone tap off Regina's desk. Regina got up from her seat and walked around to the other side of the desk. "Mother..." she said.
"I don't like what that enchanted box was saying," Cora said. "I'm not … I'm not wicked."
Regina picked it up. "It's not an enchanted box. It's a phone tap."
"I don;t care. What matters is, they've been warned. Rumplestiltskin's smart, and now h has time to think."
"But he's injured."
Cora picked up the dagger, and saw that the name "Rumplestiltskin" was disappearing. "More than injured, I'd say. He's dying. And when his name disappears, all of that power of his will just boil off into the air, and there will be no new Dark One."
"Regina sighed. "Okay, so we have to use him to get Henry back before he dies."
"Not in his condition. I don't wanna kill him faster." No. There are no other options. I have to stab him with this knife and take his power as my own. I have to become the Dark One. And with his power, there's nothing I won't be able to do..."
"But Henry's never going to forgive that. And the whole point of this is … Wait, what is the point of all this?"
"To protect our family."
"Or you gaining your power?"
"Whatever power I gain is for us. To protect you. To protect Henry. If we lose this battle, we'll spend the rest of our short lives on our knees in front of them. And that, my love, is something I'll never do."
