Author: Thank you so much for the favs and follows and for the review i really appreciate it. I have been so inspired i decided to get on with the next chapter. I hope you like it :)

Summary: Emma Swan, a struggling young woman moves from the city from a small harbour town to get away from dealers she owes money to after stealing their goods. Upon arrival she notices a ship in the port town where she takes on the role of a waitress. Little does she know, her new quest will bring her love with the Ship's Captain. Captain Swan fic.

Chapter 2: A Scribbled Note.

Emma had been driving for a good five hours and she began to feel her eyes drop. She looked up and saw the sign to say she was on the interstate 95N. She was a few hours away from her new destination. She didn't know what she would do when she got there, but she knew it was better than the life she was going to have.

Emma noticed a pit stop at the side of the road, a motel and a diner. Emma knew she couldn't keep on driving and maybe stopping was her best shot.

She pulled off into the slip road to head into the diner and motel. She parked up and got out of her car.

"Ugh" she moaned as she stretched. She was now dying to use the bathroom and starving, the snacks she had picked up on the way really had not been enough to keep her going so headed straight over to the diner.

She opened the door to the diner, the diner was relatively quiet for such later on in the day, she looked around and headed to the bathroom.

"Hope your going to sit down and eat something if you're gunna use my bathroom, or you can use the one at the store." the rude diner owner said behind the counter.

"Coffee and an all day breakfast if you've got it…i'll be back in a second."

"Alright them, Coming right up" she said with a stern face.

Emma turned around and scowled. "Man…can't even walk into a place without getting my head chewed off" she muttered under her breath.

The bathroom was reactively nice for a road side diner, she quickly did her business and walked up to the sink as she washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. Emma could see the huge bags forming under her eyes and looked drained. She ran the tab and splashed some of the water on her face.

She put both her hands on the sink and looked down as she stretched her back a little. She looked at her hands and noticed the tremor. It had been several hours without a drink or even a hit. She lifted her hand and looked at it.

"Nope, not anymore Swan, you are so done with this stuff."

And with that, she took a deep breathe in and went back out to grab the food she had ordered.

Emma walked up to the counter and took a stool at the front. Another, much younger waitress brought out her food and a jug to fill her mug with coffee.

"One coffee and an all day breakfast."

"Thanks."

"Sorry about her, she gets sick of the truck drivers coming in her and just using the bathroom because the one at the store is disgusting."

"Protecting her business, literally, it's fine. Don't worry about it." Emma smiled.

The waitress nodded and laughed a little, the door bell of the diner went and a young couple who has just walked in. The waitress noted it and walked over to get their order.

Emma was starving and it wasn't long before the entire breakfast was lapped up. Bacon, eggs, sausage, tomatoes, mushrooms and french toast. The best she had,had in years.

"Wow…that barely had time on the plate..." the waitress said.

"Yeah, it's been a long drive, kinda hungry."

"You need anything else? We have pumpkin pie?"

Emma's stomach really craved more and pumpkin pie sounded good about now.

"Go on, you've tempted me."

"Coming right up."

Emma jiggled her leg on the stool as she waited for the pie. She rubbed her face with her hands and drank her coffee again. Another waitress noticed she was dry and offered to fill her up. Emma couldn't pass up on another coffee.

The other waitress came back with her pie and a can of whipped cream."

"Cream?"

"Oh please...do you have any cinnamon?"

"For the top?"

"Please."

The girl found it a little odd but obliged and got her some cinnamon to sprinkle on as she would.

Emma sat and eat her pie, looking out of the window, trucks coming in and out and soon it began to rain. It felt like a normal day in her mind, sad and teary.

Emma soon was finished and got out her wallet and paid for her dinner, tipping the waitress. She drunk the final drops of her coffee and headed over to the motel. She knew she had to stop, if only for tonight, two cups of coffee wouldn't get her to her next destination, before she fully disappeared from the city life.

Emma walked back to her car, she grabbed out a bag with some fresh clothes on it and shut the trunk back up. She walked over to the motel which for a motel seemed pretty quiet, the only people that looked to stop here were truckers and families going on their little adventures.

Emma paid for her room at the little window and walked to her put the keys down on the table, put her bag down and threw herself on the bed. She looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes and within minutes off she drifted.

Eleven Years Ago…

Emma was eating lunch on the Boston University steps. She had finally gotten out of the foster system and was finally making it out on her own. She didn't like school and all she wanted to do was work. Work meant money, which meant better things.

Today was her first day working at the university coffee shop, in which she had been given the afternoon shift. She was so happy, finally she was on her way to getting her life on track and making it the way she wanted it.

Emma got up off the steps and crumpled up her finished sandwich wrapper and walked over to the coffee shop.

Upon arrival, she was shocked with how packed it was, when she came for her interview a little over a week ago, there was barely anyone here at all. Obviously it was out of term time. Students of all ages, doing all sorts of courses were sat studying, socialising and drinking all kinda of coffee. Iced, black, milky and even other fancy drinks.

Emma gulped, she didn't really know the first thing about making anything, never mind coffee. She pushed back her shoulders and took a deep breath and walked to the counter and waited until one of the barristers was there to see to her.

"Hey, I'm Emma, Emma Swan, i'm due to start my first shift here today."

"Ah excellent, were so over run, i'll go get the manager for you."

Over run was no lie, as the manager lead Emma into the kitchen, she was shocked to find a huge pile of dishes, cups and saucers.

"Well we will start you on this task and then we shall move you onto learning the ways of the serving and how to make the coffee. There are rubber gloves and plenty of supplies in cupboards. Are you ok with that?"

Emma knew this was the only way to make it in the world, from starting from the bottom before getting to the top.

'"Yes madam."

Present day…

Emma woke up a few hours later from her slumber, she stretched out and sat up on the bed. She looked at herself and realised she had fallen asleep in her clothes again. She got up and took of her jacket. She took her shower things from her bag and went to take a shower.

Emma couldn't help thinking in the shower and about her dream, dreaming of her past wasn't always the easiest. She stood there, naked in the heat of the shower and suddenly began to cry. She lent on the wall of the shower and slid down.

She sat there for a few moments before picking herself up and finished her shower. She got dried and dressed in some new clothes and packed her dirty stuff in her bag .She noticed a small bag of cocaine. She had separated the package into smaller bags, making it easier for her to sell. She wanted some so bad, just that little bag.

Emma stood there holding it, twiddling it in her fingers. She stared at it, transfixed for just a few moments and then threw it in a pocket in her bag, along with the others and zipped it up.

She got changed and threw the bag over her shoulder and went back to her car. She put the bag back in her trunk and headed to the store to get some water and then it was back on the road.

The traffic was busy, she forgot that rush hour was now. She sat back in the car and opened up her bottle of water, chugging some and opened a packet of beef jerky. She loved this trash food, but she knew it wasn't the best for her. Something hard to chew on was way better than snorting something that would eventually ruin her nose, and her body. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She knew she needed to get rid of it. She needed to find another dive bar motel, like the one where she had obtained it from to get rid of it.

Emma kept on driving and within an hour found a small run down town just outside Portsmouth. She knew this was the kind of place she could shift the gear. She drove around until she found a club, it was an utter dive and down the road were a casino and a few motels.

Perfect.

Emma parked her car up and waited until night fell. She decided to take a nap in her car and would drive through the night to get to Maine, where she would begin her new life.

The night life began to roar, Emma got a small bag out of her car and filled it with the cocaine she had, she had at least $700 worth of the stuff left. She had sold a lot in New York and even taken some for herself, but no more. Emma wanted to be rid of it.

She shut the trunk and headed onto the first club. She walked in and headed to the ladies toilets, she overheard some girls talking about wanting some stuff to get the night going. It was time for Emma to sweet talk them.

She got out a couple of packets. "I might have something that will help"

"Ah shit, we haven't seen that stuff round here for a long time…you in girls…how much? $25 a bag enough?"

Emma was a little shocked, she was used to selling it at $10-$15 at minimum, but it wasn't as hard to get this sort of stuff in New York, not with bankers, lawyers and any old low life wanting it.

The girls exchanged money for the cocaine, and Emma was already in $125 up. Emma was happy, she was going to shift this stuff fast if that was the truth.

"Spread the word a little, i have one batch and one batch only."

It wasn't long before people were lapping this up left right and centre and Emma has made more than what she had predicted. The club was completely high and she still had some gear left.

She slipped out of the club and onto the casino, she was thrilled, she knew she would have an empty bag at the end of the night.

Men were sat with cigars at the tables, she could see damage from the powder from under their noses, so she knew she was going to shift this in no time.

She walked up to some and watched the game of roulette unfold.

"Man this must be stressful, how much you lost tonight."

"Far too much girly, oh…you are new it seems, don't get many good lucking girls round here."

"Thanks, i am just here to sell some stuff before i head back home."

"What you selling? Cigars, jewellery, weed?"

"Stronger than the last one if you want some. $25 a bag."

"You got yourself a deal."

The man took out his wallet and put the note in his hand, he nodded and Emma took a bag from her pocket, the two them shook hands and swapped transactions.

It was like that all night, she even sold some to the people who worked there, working in these smokey old town casinos really was a true boring life.

It wasn't long until she Emma was down to her last bag. She walked into a quiet bar and sat down at the table, after all that, she deserved a drink.

"What you drinking sister?" asked the barman.

"Vodka on the rocks."

"Coming right up"

It wasn't long before a gang of men walked into the bar. Emma looked over, they all looked like sailors. Emma remembered that part of maine, had a port and knew this would be an ideal place to find work.

She waited as one young man walked to the bar, he smiled at her and noticed Emma's drink was being served.

"I'll get that for you Madam."

"Thanks."

"You from round here? you don't look like it."

"Originally Boston, but i've come from New York, you?"

"Mississippi originally but i'm a sailor, so i could be from anywhere theres days, you passing through?"

"Yeah, i'm heading up to Maine to find work."

"Why Maine?"

"I wanted to work somewhere different, quieter than New York."

"Makes sense, Maine is quieter, but it's still got it's own little magic spark. You any good at bar work or restaurants?"

"Yeah, thats my kinda field."

The man got out a note book and scribbled something down.

"Head to the port town of Storybrooke, there's always ships coming in and out of there, even fisher boats and the like you might find something there. It's a quiet town, but there are shops and a diner there, it's even got a forest, great for running. There's the address."

Emma looked at it. She had never heard of the place, the best kind of place for her, a place where she and others wouldn't know.

"Thanks, sorry i didn't catch your name?"

"August, August W Booth"