The seagulls screeched as they perched on the top of the masts. The broiling midday sun heated the floorboards of the main deck quickly. Emma untied the knot she had been working on for the past hour and began her fifth attempt to fix it. Hook had shown her the proper technique of tying certain knots a week ago and it had all gone over her head. Her hands were now sore from the rope burns along her palms. She pulled the final tug before turning around to show the Captain her work, "How's that?"

Hook sauntered over and gave the knot a quick look over before smirking, "Very impressive, Swan. In the course of an afternoon you've managed to tie a single knot," he mocked her before heading back up to the helm. Emma pursed her lips with aggravation as she wiped away the beads of sweat forming at the roots of her hair.

"Mom, I know you don't trust me." Henry muttered from behind. She relaxed her fists and turned to face him with guilty eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can tell. It's alright; I'm not mad. After everything that happened, I understand that you want to make sure it's really me." He smiled reassuringly. Well he certainly sounded a hell of a lot like Henry.

Emma dropped her shoulders and sighed, "I'm sorry kid. It's just been a long couple of weeks. We'll figure things out when we get back, I promise."

"Wait," Henry looked back at Regina, who was taking her break by lounging in the meager sliver of shade, "if you're both here, then who is in charge back home?"

"That would be Belle," Rumple answered shrewdly as he limped over to them. Henry blushed at the evident bite in his response. Snow couldn't help but notice how Gold's behavior has changed since Henry had come aboard. When they first arrived in Neverland, he seemed so determined to save his grandson. Now his distance and reservation around the boy hinted otherwise.

Henry cocked his head to the side, "Are you sure she can handle the whole town on her own?"

"It shouldn't be too difficult considering you three aren't there to give it hell for a while," David walked over to the group while his eyes scanned over Rumple, Regina and Hook.

"For now," Regina grinned, "I'm sure that the townspeople would love to get their hands on the pirate that almost had the town detonated once we return."

"They can get in line," Rumple grumbled.

Emma crossed her arms in disagreement, "Oh like you two are in any place to judge."

Rumple gave her a quick smirk, "I may be responsible for many things, Miss Swan, but mass genocide is not one of them."

"Are you sure about that, Crocodile?" Hook chuckled bitterly, "I've heard quite a few tales affirming otherwise."

Emma took a step to obstruct their views of each other, "Hey no fighting. You two promised. In fairness, Hook did come back and warn us before it was too late. He took us to Neverland and he's going to take us back."

"And uh, how exactly are we going to get back?" Henry piped in. Hook's eyes narrowed down at the little boy with distrust.

"We haven't figured that part out yet," Emma spoke hesitantly. She turned to David and Snow, who were both clearly fighting their urges to take the bait and quarrel with the others. "Something tells me that we're not getting out of here without at least one of those magic beans."

"That are now with Greg and Tamara," Snow nodded as she finished Emma's thought.
Regina rolled her eyes impatiently. "Miss Swan, if you think that we're going back onto that island in search of those two heathens, I'd say you're crazier than the imp."

"Then you think of something," Emma growled. "Unless this island has some wacky emergency exit that Hook hasn't mentioned, we're stuck here without a portal."

"She's right," Hook muttered. "Our best option would be to track down their whereabouts," his eyes flickered to Henry suspiciously, "whether they're dead or alive is another matter entirely."

David crossed his arms with aggravation, "Isn't it possible that Pan took the beans from them?"

Rumple shook his head, "He would have no need of magic beans. As I understand it, Pan has a number of talents… the ability to fly to distant worlds being one of them."

Emma dragged her heels as she frustratingly paced back and forth, "How do we even know Tamara and Greg are still here? If they were smart, they would have dropped Henry off and got the hell out of here before that little fiend got them." Hook gave Emma a look of caution before Henry stepped in the middle of their group.

"They're here," Henry interjected. Everyone looked down at him with confusion. "I know they are. They came back to the camp just a few hours before I saw my mom and Hook."

"If they were asking Pan for payment, then we can assume that they're dead by now," Emma muttered. "The boy is an ignorant little freak."

"Who almost stabbed you with a knife," Henry mumbled lightly.

"Henry!" Regina's eyes widened as she spoke in a scolding tone.

Emma didn't flinch. "Yeah? Give a small child all the weapons and see what happens. Pan has all the magic here. That's why me, Regina and Gold don't like going on the island; it makes us weak. If we took him on with our full strength, we'd overpower him."

Henry took another step forward, "He's not a small child. He's-"

"Nothing more than a sociopath."

The rest of the group watched with discomfort as Emma and Henry exchanged uncomfortable glares. No one on the ship had ever seen Henry look at her that way before. Emma wasn't bothered by his dead eyes; she anticipated it. She understood his flat, emotionless expression as an acceptance of her challenge. She knew that Pan's pride would eventually get in the way of his charade. Instead of cheering her on with excitement and determination, as Henry would normally do in this kind of situation, he just stared up at her blankly.

Hook was confused by what game Emma was playing at first, though he was quick to catch on as the rest of the group suddenly seemed concerned by Henry's unusual stare.

"I'm really looking forward to round two," Emma grinned confidently at Henry. She turned to look at Hook, who couldn't help but give her a small nod of amusement.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed upwards in horror. "Emma!" Snow screamed as David urgently made a move towards her.

Black unconsciousness.