Emma woke on shore. Her ship was not whole; it was in many pieces in the water. Emma slowly got up, putting her hand to her head to ease the throb. She saw no one. Her crew must have died..
"No.." Emma said, almost a whisper.
"No!" This time it was stronger. Emma lifted her hands to her face. She gasped upon seeing a bright glow in her palms. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head, not believing this. She looked at back her hands. It was gone. Must have been a side effect of the water.. Right?
Emma walked to the edge of the water, picking something up. A message.
"Hey Emma. It's Bae. I really miss you. I found a place to sleep for now until I get back aboard the Jolly. I just wanted to say that ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ and I love you."
Emma read the note that Bae wrote when he was selling at the market. Some of the ink had came off from the water. Emma took the soggy note, careful to not rip it. She put it into her pocket. She held back the attempted tears. She turned from the shore and started her way into the woods.
~Hour later~
Emma saw a small town; many people and markets. Emma grabbed a little mirror shard on the ground. She looked at it, seeing that she no longer looked like herself. Her face was full of cuts and she was full of grime. Nobody would believe that she was the infamous Captain Emma. She needed a fake name... Jennifer. That would do. Before dropping the mirror shard, she noticed her once green eyes were gray with sorrow; Her pure blond hair now full of dirt looked dirty blond. She dropped the mirror and walked into the town. She pulled a small bag of gold out. She would need a home. Emma his her hook in some old rags.
Emma walked to a man outside of a home; it was small and he was yelling something.
"Two pieces of gold for this home!" He yelled. Emma took two coins out and put the others away. She handed the man the gold, hoping he wouldn't know who she is.
"Good day, beautiful." The man said, smiling at the woman. The man was fat and grungy. Emma entered the - her - Home. It was empty. It was very small, one room. Had a bed made of straw, a few shelves and a tiny bathroom. Emma longed to be back on her ship already, slowly watching the waves...
Emma couldn't think of anything better of a nice... long... nap.. Emma laid down on the straw, noting how her bed on the Jolly was so much better. But its.. The Jolly... Is gone. So is everyone that was on it except her. Poor Killian. He wasn't even going to be caught up in this mess.. But no..
~11 year later~
Emma was getting ready to the market. She grabbed her coin purse and her basket of cotton as she heard a knock on her door. Emma rarely spoke after the... oh never mind. Emma opened the door to a scruffy-haired boy. He looked around eleven.
"I was wondering if you had f-food." He asked. Emma just directed him in and closed the door when he entered. Emma had long taken her hook off, all she did was tie it in rags and say she lost it to a ogre.
"What's your name, boy?" Emma asked. This was quite crazy, because Emma never spoke.
"Henry." Emma listened, putting the memories of the ship and the baby named.. Henry.
"Where are your parents?" Emma hurriedly asked.. He looks eleven.. Named Henry..
"I don't have any.. I was found on shore. Nobody else was there. Some people took care of me for a while.. Then just left me to the dust when they bored of me." Emma gasped. Could it be?
"Want some apples?" Emma asked. The boy nodded and Emma gave him two, which he hurriedly ate.
"A note was found with me. It said, Henry." He pulled out a note. It was Emma's hand writing. It was, the boy.
"Do you want to live with me?" Emma asked before her mind caught up to what she said. He smiled and looked up.
"Yes!" He ran to Emma, hugging her tightly. She did not know what made her ask; the fact that she was abandon or the fact that she was the cause of him being abandoned.