AN: Hello everyone, I'm really sorry I didn't get to update yesterday! This chapter took a while to write, and I still don't think I got it quite the way I wanted it, but I didn't want to make you all wait any longer. Hope you enjoy!

Chambersofmusic: Thank you so much, I'm glad you like it! :)

Emma suddenly found herself on a rocky shore. It was very dark, and mist rolled off of the water, making it impossible to see much of anything. "Where am I?" She murmured.

"The Underworld." A deep, booming voice answered. It seemed to have come from somewhere out on the water. She squinted, and was able to make out the prow of a small boat, rapidly approaching her.

"The Underworld?" Emma repeated, incredulous. "But that's a myth…"

"And isn't everything you have experienced in these past few years the stuff of myth and legend?" The voice replied. The boat scrubbed the shore, and its pilot stepped forward. Emma beheld a very tall figure, hooded and cloaked. As he approached her, he pushed his hood back. At first she thought he was grinning at her, but then she realized with a jolt that he had no face, just a skull. "I am the ferryman of Hades." He stated, extending a skeletal hand towards her.

"Um, okay then… I'm Emma." She also reached out, thinking that he intended to shake hands.

"No no." He said with a rumbling laugh. "I require payment if you wish me to ferry you across the river. No physical contact is required." Emma had a feeling he would have grimaced if he could have. He sounded absolutely revolted by the idea of touching her.

"I don't have any money. Could I swim it?" Emma asked, eyeing the dark rushing water.

"Of course, if you wish for your soul to fade into oblivion. If not, I suggest you pay. A drachma will do. Or even some of that pathetic paper money, if you have absolutely nothing else." The ferryman replied with an edge to his voice.

"I already told you, I don't have anything!" Emma said with the same edge.

"Well then I'm afraid you'll just have to stay here until-" Suddenly he stopped talking, and cocked his head to one side as though listening to something. After a moment, he turned back to Emma. "My master wishes to see you. No payment will be necessary."

"Whoa, wait a minute. Hades wants to talk to me?" Emma asked incredulously.

"Yes." The ferryman replied. "Though if you do not wish to accept his invitation, you are more than welcome to spend eternity here on this shore."

Emma started to laugh, until she realized that the ferryman was not joking in the slightest. "Okay then." She mumbled. "At least I'll get a free ride out of this."

The ride across the river was uneventful. Emma wasn't really paying much attention. She was trying to wrap her mind around the whole thing. She knew she was dead, there was no way around that, but this was not what she had expected. After what she had done, she deserved oblivion.

A wave of sadness rolled through her when she thought about why she had killed herself. She had done it for her family. And Killian. In the moment after the darkness had left her but before she had died, the love that she bore for him had torn itself free. And now she would never see him or any of them again. She would never be able to apologize to anyone for any of the horrible things that she had done while she was the Dark One. Tears began to pool in her eyes. "How was it that even in death I feel sadness?" She asked Davy Jones.

"I do not know. I have never seen the dead display emotion before. Why do you feel sad?" He replied.

"Because I'll never see my family again. I'll never be able to tell the man I love again, to tell him I love him, or hear him say that he loves me." Emma stated, tears pooling in her eyes.

"How very interesting…" He murmured. "Perhaps that is why Hades wishes to see you. You did not experience closure. How did you die?"

"I killed myself so that the people I loved would be safe. I was the Dark One. I did horrible things. I hurt my son, and everyone that I knew." Emma said shakily.

"You have great strength, Emma." The ferryman said, as he tentatively laid a skeletal hand on her shoulder.

"No, I don't. I didn't have the strength to make things right until I had already ruined everything." Emma replied stubbornly. He did not reply. After some time, Emma could see a glow in the distance. "What is that?" She asked, gesturing towards the glow.

"The Palace of Hades." The ferryman stated.

As they got closer, she decided to ask him a question that had been nagging at her. "So you're Charon, right?"

"No." The ferryman answered bluntly.

"But in all of the stories the ferryman of Hades is-"

"The stories are outdated." The ferryman stated, cutting her off. "Charon was the original. There have been many ferrymen throughout time, I am simply the most recent."

"I see…And how did you get the job? Did you volunteer or something?" Emma prompted.

He let out a long sigh. He was silent for so long that Emma thought that he was ignoring her. But finally, he spoke. "A long time ago, I made a deal with The Dark One, Zoso. I was unable to fulfill my end of the bargain. He said if I was able to give him what he wanted, I would be able to give my sons the life they deserved. When I failed, he saw to it I could never see them again by cursing me to death, and never allowing my soul to find peace. Hades took pity on me and gave me this job, ferrying the dead." The ferryman sounded so sad, that Emma was sure he would have been crying if he could.

"That's terrible." Emma said. "Did your sons know what happened to you?

"No. They we're told that their father was a thief and a criminal, and that I abandoned them. Zoso saw to it that the good name of the Jones' was forever tarnished."

"Jones… What's your first name?" Emma asked.

"David."

"Did you go by Davy?" Emma asked hesitantly.

"Yes, but how-"

"What were your sons' names?" Emma asked cutting him off.

"Liam and Killian. But why-"

"Oh my God… You're Killian's father?!"

AN: Hope you liked it! Just because Emma's dead doesn't mean we can't see her POV! XD I hope to get the next chapter up tomorrow. It'll be up by Wednesday, at the latest. :)