Three days had passed already. Three days of constant sailing. Of bickering, crying, worrying, puking.

Ever since The Jolly Rogers had left the doc back in Storybrook, Emma had practically been a shipwreck, no pun intended. The first few hours had been spent beside Hook, squeezing out every valuable detail about Neverland, the shadow, Greg & Tamara and the journey before them. When Emma finally felt she couldn't squeeze anything more out of the pirate she'd found a place at the front of the ship where she had a view of every part of the ship. It was also there Emma had started too loose her self completely.

Emotions surrounding Neal, Henry and the near-death-experience with the trigger came to her. She stayed on her spot for longer than she had anticipated, trying to sort every emotion out.

After a few hours her mom joined her. Emma suspected Snow had been watching her the hole time, but been trying to give her some space to breath before bringing further discussions upon her.

Snow did nothing more than give her daughter a hug of comfort before she tried to get her to talk, and Emma could only appreciate her mother's understanding. However, for once, Emma preferred the physical comfort and simply stayed in Snow's arms, letting emotions drown the overwhelming desire to betray silence and open up to her mother.

Day two were worse than the first. Non of the passengers onboard The Jolly had managed to get any sleep during the previous night, and were all in bad moods. Gold and Regina managed to get into a fight that would have ended badly if the others hadn't stepped in. Bickering also became the definition of conversation.

When Hook informed that they were out of aliment, Emma felt how the tears once again were on the edge of falling over. She found that neither herself nor her father did good without sleep or nourishment. In fact, Snow seemed to be the only one to have the strength to keep her chin up. Unfortunately, her mother was not one with sea legs and got very seasick, which ended with a bucket and the least possible moving for the woman in question. She constantly told Emma and Charming she was fine, but they both saw through the lie.

Emma could see her own fear in her fathers eyes when they both sat by Snow's side the morning of the third day. She had lost a lot of fluid and energy being sick, and without anything to replace what her body gotten rid of her condition worsened with rapid speed. Emma could see the panic rising in Charming's eyes when he without luck tried to find anything to feed his wife with.

When the third day's afternoon rays of light started to shine over the ship, Hook finally announced that they'd arrived; to Neverland. Emma along with Charming, Regina and Gold stood at the peak of the ship as they finally reached shore. There it was, somewhere in there he were. Emma went to fetch a sword, prepared and ready to go of searching for her son.

"Emma, we can't go in there without a plan", Charming said as he saw his daughter picking through weapons, preparing for a possible fight.

"No, what we need is to get moving, we are loosing time just standing around", she answered, continuing looking for the weapons required for her son's rescue.

"For my part, I have to agree with your father here, Emma", Gold added to the conversation. "Everything will work much smoother if we all have something to go by."

"Well, then let's make a plan as we go", Emma said, waving her hand at the beautiful island. She could feel panic rising again. They were finally ashore and her hopes had started to grow when Hook finally announced they'd arrived. That hope started to fade as soon as she pleadingly looked at her father. He was not backing down. All Emma wanted was to get of the darn ship and start the actual search. She gazed at Hook in her last hopes for backup, but he just shook his head, gazing back apologetically.

"I know this island, lass, and I can promise you that if you take a single step on it without a backup plan, you'd be dead within the hour, love."

She turned her head toward Regina in a last attempt to get things her way. Regina herself seemed torn. It took her a few seconds, but when Regina finally gave her answer, it wasn't the one Emma had wished for.

"I think it might be best. We all need food, 'cause without it we won't have the energy needed to get Henry back."

Emma was furious with all of them. Speechless, even. They would rather eat than look for her son?! She was just about to lecture them about what would happen if they left Henry for himself any longer, and how she would go out there by herself if no one else would come, when her eyes fell on her mother's petite body a couple metres away.

The always so fierce woman had rolled into herself, a blanket wrapped around her form, and exhaustion having gotten the best of her. Emma knew Snow had lost a lot being sick and something changed her mind when she saw her mother in that state. The thought of what would happen if Snow got malnourished enough in her state was scaring Emma in a way she'd never thought possible.

She looked back at her father before saying anything.

The moment Charming caught Emma's gaze she knew that he understood. She understood him as well. Protectiveness of the obvious crisis becoming priority, since we actually didn't know where or how Henry was. One more pleading look from her father and Emma had made up her mind.

"Fine. But how are we going to find anything to here? Don't we have to go ashore to do that?", She asked, frustrated but cooperative.

"Well, that depends", Hook replied and Emma raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"On what?"

"If we can get the mermaids to help us, there is no need for us to enter the hunted island. However, if they decide this day to be stubborn, I'd say we most likely have to go there. Not much fish in these waters, eatable will say." Hook walked to the starboard of his ship. Emma and the others watched with awe as Hook called and spoke with a mermaid. He communicated with her in the strangest ways, and non of the four watching could tell if Hook was successful or not.

After a few minutes, Hook turned to Emma and the others with a raw look on his face. He muttered something to himself before dropping the news: we'd have to find our own food.

A few minutes later everyone was ready to go ashore. With weapons collected, Emma climbed into a lifeboat, content with the thought of at leaf share ground with her son. Just as she thought they were to be sunk into the waters, Charming started to doubt their tactic. He agreed that they needed food, but he refused to leave Snow alone and unattended. Emma once again understood where he was coming from, as she saw the danger with leaving her mother on a large ship, by an island known for its rootless inhabitants, sick and unattended. Not until Gold promised to cloak the ship so no one uninvited would be able to enter Emma let the matter go and Charming was secure enough to leave his wife for a while.

When the reached shore everything was very quiet. Above the long beach surrounding the island everything looked like a giant rainforest. It was beautiful, glorious and terrifying. They all took a moment to melt the sight before them, before Emma decided to take the first step into the dark of the forest.

"Look for fruit. Don't eat anything you can't recognize. And stay close to each other", Hook warned them.

They nodded in response of understanding but Emma already had other plans than to look for food. The concern for her mother had been more or less wiped away when she'd taken the first steps into the dark forest. Somewhere inside it was her son, her Henry. Probably alone and scared. Charming could take care of Snow. Henry needed her.

As Emma managed to make it look like she was searching for fruit, her eyes only scanned the area for signs of human presence. Any sign that people were close by. Her heart skipped a beat when she finally found a footprint on a trail. It looked like one of a naked foot, and it looked rather fresh. As Emma started to follow the footprints lead, she also went into her own bubble, closing the world out.

Further down the trail she found more. Her excitement grew and she could almost feel her son getting closer by the step. When she walked down a long trail a footprint had led her, she found herself unable to find any more precious signs of human life. The confusion flamed and she started to gaze the area. No one was around, she was found herself in the middle of nowhere, alone, and without suggestions how to get back to the others. Crap.

Her eyes searched the view closer found something that caught her interest. Deep in the forest, which had started to darken, there was a small flickering light. She associated it with a fire, like one of those bonfires some families hade made when they'd taken her camping during her time in the system. She started walking towards it, and did no longer care about trails or where she put my feet. She was getting closer and the bonfire was now close enough to actually be confirmed as one. However, she stopped when she heard something behind her. No, not something, someone; her father.

"Emma?! EMMA?!", he shouted from somewhere. She couldn't see him. "EMMA!" He kept screaming, and she could distinguish panic in his voice. Emma wanted nothing more than call him back and assure him of her safety, but dubbed as she was afraid to be heard by someone else.

"EMMA?! EMMA? EMMA!", he continued and she could hear him coming closer. Her resolve had almost cracked when his sculpture begun to turn up behind the trees. She waved at him and even if she was almost at a hundred meter distance, she could see his form relax in relief, and he started to jog toward her.

"I'm fine!", Emma called as she slowly walked to meet him.

She stopped in surprise when Charming, about fifty metres away, suddenly stopped. His eyes refilled with panic and he put his hands up like he was trying to stop something coming at him. His mouth started to form a word but it seemed as if he couldn't get it out. Emma was stunned by her fathers weird acting, but realized one second too late that someone was standing behind her.

She only had the time to spin around and get a glimpse of Greg Mendell, swinging something at her, before the ground came rushing. The last thing she heard was her father's panicked yell before everything got black and her conscience slipped away.