I woke up with sunbeams bothering my eyes. I didn't really think I would be able to sleep last night, regardless of how tired I was, but I did. It's morning now and I have no idea if it's still fairly earlier or ridiculously late. I stretch my body on the bed and look to the bed next to mine, the one Emma slept in last night. It's empty. I don't know why I feel a pang of sadness by not seeing her sleeping next to me, but I do. What she had shared with me last night was…honest. I can't remember the last time someone was genuinely honest with me. I sit down in bed and shake my head. I lift my hands and try to make a fireball but only a few sparks come out. My magic hasn't been restored yet, but at least I can feel it inside me now. Just a weak spark, like the fireball I tried to make but it's there. By the time we arrive in Neverland, it should be in its full power, and then…then I will take my son back.

My stomach snores embarrassingly loud in a way I can only be thankful that I'm alone in this room. This is the first time I acknowledge hunger. When was the last time I ate? Two days ago? Three? No wonder my magic is so weak! I rose from the bed and make my way out of the room. I have no idea where the kitchen is…do they even call it a kitchen when it's in a ship? I walk in the corridor thinking I should head up when suddenly I hear voices coming from a room ahead of me. Gods, are all of them in there? Do I really need food this badly? My stomach protest by both hurting and snoring. That's my answer I guess. I walk to the door and stop before putting my hand in the doorknob. I inhale and exhale deeply and then I twist the knob.

"Good morning, Regina," Snow greets.

I nod and that is all I can do for the woman. I see Hook sitting across from them, drinking something from a cup that I really hope it's not rum. If he misses Neverland because he is too drunk to navigate properly, I swear I will shove his Hook in a place where the sun doesn't shy.

"How much progress have we made?" I ask him.

"Not much. The waters here are tricky" Hook says "But if we maintain course, we should arrive there in three days"

"Three days?" I ask "You said that yesterday. Shouldn't be two now?"

"Aye," Hook says "As I said, Love. Water is tricky"

"The water or you?" I ask feeling my anger get the best of me.

"I'll get you there, Love"

He stands up and leaves the room while I roll my eyes at the stupid idiot. Out of all the captains of course we ended up with the dumbest of them all. I sit down on the table chair, a spot that was right in front of Emma. I don't know why I notice that but I did. I spy the contents on the table and there are only porridge and a loaf of bread that looks older than…well, me. Not something my stomach would be very excited to eat, but, it's food. I reach for the porridge bawl but Emma's hand grabs mine halfway.

"You don't want to eat that," Emma says "It's pretty terrible and taste like rum"

"I'm guessing Capitan guyliner made it?" I ask.

"You guessed it right," Emma says "I'll make you some eggs"

"There is no need dear," I say only now pulling my hand from hers.

"It's really no bother, Regina," Emma says "And it's about the only thing I can cook"

Emma stands up and walks a straight line to where I supposed it must have some sort of stove. I look to my side and see Snow and Charming looking at me, and it's nerve-wracking to think about staying in that room another second sitting next to them. I should just go back to my room or go upstairs to the deck but then my stomach tightens inside me and my only other choice is Emma. I am between the knife and the sword here so I chose the best of two evils. I rose from my seat and walk to where Emma is, the smell of eggs and surprisingly bacon invades me and I feel my mouth water.

"Couldn't make it five seconds with my them, huh?" Emma asks.

"They annoy me and they weren't even talking," I said "No offense"

"None taken," Emma smirks "They do that to me too sometimes"

"Right"

"Is your magic back yet?" Emma asks.

"Not completely, no," I said honestly "But it should be fully restored by the time we arrive there"

"Good!" Emma says "We are gonna need it, Regina"

"I know, dear. Don't worry about it"

"I'm not," Emma says "We have common interests now. Our son"

"Yes, we do"

"Here," Emma says handing me a plate of eggs and bacon "Eat it. You need to regain your strength"

"Thank you," I said and I swear I felt something inside me dying for having said that to her.

I watch Emma leave the room and luckily, the Charming's go out with her. I take a seat again and have the first bite of the eggs that are either incredibly good or I'm just ridiculously hungry. Either way, I clean up my plate. When I'm done, I decide to go upstairs to the deck. The sun is bright but the wind is so cold. I walk to the bow of the boat and close my eyes feeling the cold wind on my face. Gods, when was the last time I was in a boat? Before the curse, that's for sure. The smell of salty water hits me and a picture of Henry when he was three invades my mind. It was summer in Storybrooke and went to the beach together. Back then when he still loved me. When I was his whole world. He was so scared of getting into de ocean and I didn't have the heart to force him to. It was one of the fewest times I didn't push him to be better even at such a young age. He grabbed my hand and asked me to go into the water with him and my heart melted right in the spot just looking into his big puppy eyes. I held in safely inside my arms and we walked inside the sea, his little arms wrapped around my neck holding tightly for dear life. Gods, I love him so much.

"It's a beautiful view, isn't it?" Emma says beside me.

"Miss Swan,"

"Hook says we might run into trouble tonight"

"And why is that?"

"Something about getting closer to where the mermaids live," Emma says "I don't know, this whole thing is still a little weird for me"

"You better get used to it, dear," I say.

"Yeah, I know," Emma nods.

I feel like I should say something else to break the awkwardness that I feel for some reason, but luckily, Snow calls Emma's name and she turns around to leave. I watch her go for a minute or two longer than necessary before turning my head to the sea again. She is right about one thing. It is a beautiful view. I breathe the fresh air, letting it run through my lungs before releasing it. When Henry is home and safe, I am taking him to the beach when it's summer. Hopefully, he is not too old for that yet. We can enjoy a day together out there just the two of us like we used to do it when he was just a little boy. I'll change my ways for him. I'll do anything to make him happy. I'll change everything just so I can have my son back.