Lost but Always Found (OUAT fanfiction)

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      My eyes were still closed, but I could feel the ship rocking back and forth violently and see the brightness of the lightning. A storm.
     When I opened my eyes, I quickly stood and took a good look around. Everyone was rushing and running to keep the ship under control. Even through the chaos Hook spotted me, struggling to keep my balance. "Take her below deck!!" He shouted.
     Within seconds, someone had removed my cuffs and almost thrown me down the steps into the room.
      My hands were free. I rubbed my wrists in relief, but didn't bother with the window again. This time, I decided to snoop around. A bookshelf, a trunk, a table. Nothing of much interest. I pulled a book out and read the title. I never knew I could read, for no one had ever taught me. But none the less, I opened the book at understood every word. I got lost in its pages, the dialogue entangling me.
     When the storm calmed and clouds cleared, I heard the door open and Hook walk in slowly. There was a flash a surprise on his face as he observed my actions closely. "I see you've made yourself at home," he said with a devilish smirk, sitting on the chair next to me. I closed the book gently before setting it on the table and for the first time, taking a moment to look at the pirate's face.
     "You could say that," I responded after a long silence, "but I do have a few questions." "Well, it's only fair, since I've done my fare share of interegating." I gave him a smirk of my own before beginning.
"What does pan want me for?"
"Sorry, not my question to answer."
"Who are you."
"Hook, Captain Hook."
"No, but what's your actual name?"
"Killian Jones."

     The moment he said his name, something flashed through my head. Images, memories that weren't my own. They were-
     "You alright?" He asked me, seeing the stone cold expression on my face. "Y-yeah," I said as I almost gasped for a breath. "Good, now tell me somethings about yourself."
     Having nothing better to do, I began to talk about baelfire, cautious not to give away his name. "There is a boy back home, a boy who's very important to me," I began, trying not to think about his face too much, "we took care of each other. I had no one. His mother-" I cut myself off. Something has changed in this story. "Y-You," I said as I looked into his eyes, "you knew her." His confusion didn't fade. "Mila," I said looking at my hands, "you didn't kill her, the d-dark one did." I could feel his expression change. "How do you know that?" He asked me, but I could tell he knew. "I-I don't know. No one told me, it just... Came to me, after you told me your name."
     He sighed as he shook his head, and then looked at me. "You see that chest," he said, pointing to a small box, "I'm their, you'll find all the answers you need."

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If anyone's reading this, sorry that this chapter was boring, but it'll get more interesting:)