"Papa, Papa!"

"What, Elizabeth?"

"Can you teach me how to fight with a sword?"

"Elizabeth, you're only 4!"

"So? I'm not afraid!"

"You might hurt yourself."

"No I won't!" At that moment, Mama walked up.

"What now, Elizabeth?"

"Papa won't teach me how to swordfight!"

"You're too young!"

"Am not!" They looked at each other. Finally, they looked down at me.

"Okay. But you're using a toy sword!" I pouted.

"OK"

We swordfought for a while. After 10 minutes, I knocked the sword out of his hand.

"Well, I guess we have a prodigy!"

"I'm good?"

"Very good, Elizabeth", said Mama. Then Papa spoke.

"You'll do well, my little pirate."

My little pirate. That's what Papa called me. Before he apparanetly lost his memory of me... but how? It didn't matter how, of course, just that he needed his memories back. Progress had been made in the Henry case; despite my warning, he had given Pan his heart. I had to get on the ship before they got it back and left. As I got there, they were loading the Lost Boys on. Perfect. I used the little bit of magic I had to disguise myself as a boy. Then I was home free. (Or so I thought). That night, after we all left, I had another dream.

"All right. But I'm not leaving our daughter alone on the ship."

"Killian, you can't take her down into the Enchanted Forest! It's not safe!"

"She can handle herself. Can't you, my little pirate?"

"Yeah I can!"

"Killian, she's only 6!"

"Milah -"

"She stays."

"Allright. Then you watch her."

"Fine."

I remembered that moment, the moment my Papa went down to explore the Enchanted Forest. It was the last time I saw him before the moment they sent me away.

"Milah!"

"What, Killian?"

"Remember your husband that I stole you from?"

"Rumple? Yeah, I remember him."

"Well, he's the Dark One now."

"What?!"

"What's that, Mama?"

"The Dark One is a very dark sorcerer."

"Oh."

"Milah, he's challenged me to a duel tomorrow."

"No!"

"Yes."

"But - he'll kill you!"

"Likely, yes."

"We have to protect Elizabeth."

"There's only one way to keep her safe."

"What?"

"We put her in the Land Without Magic."

"No! We can't be without her!"

"We have to."

It was then that I spoke. "Mama, Papa, I don't want to leave you!"

"We have to keep you safe, Elizabeth."

"But I'll be all alone! How is that safe?!" My father looked down at me.

"You'll be okay, my little pirate." Mama took something off her neck - her locket.

"Elizabeth, wear this, and we'll always be with you." I opened it. It had pictures of my Mama and my Papa. I put it on my neck.

I clutched my locket now, over a century later. I was excited. We'd arrived in Storybrooke. I'd spoken a little to Wendy the night before, telling her it was really me. She was going to go home with her brothers. As for me... well, I was home. I kept up my disguise until the chaos died down, then turned back into myself. I wasn't sure what to do now, but I knew one thing. I had to find my Papa. I had to make him remember his little pirate.