𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝕻𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊

10

MAJO SAT relatively alone on the plane ride. Her eyes never left the back of the Dark One's head while what Henry called 'Pirate Music' blasted through her ears. It was the soundtrack of something called Black Sails. She didn't know what that was but the music was good.

Her legs were getting numb and the plane food had left a foul aftertaste in her mouth but she didn't dare to move from her spot.

She would not lose the Dark One. Not after so many years.

*****

Killian was off to treasure island while Majo was once again roaming the land.

She had been riding a brown steed that she had stolen as she was suddenly ambushed by what seemed like royal guards. She raised her hand but before she could put a spell on either of them, they threw a dark blue liquid at her and she fell off her horse paralyzed. Squid Ink.

The knights grabbed her arms and dragged them with her. One of them clamped a metal collar around her neck.

Majo began to feel something in her toes again as she was thrown in front of what seemed to be a trone. She looked up and saw an old man sitting on it. His face was full of lines and his head was almost bald.

"To whom do I owe the displeasure of meeting?" Majo asked through gritted teeth.

"Talk to the King with respect." one of the knights said.

The King made a hand gesture and the knight backed off. "I need your help tracking down someone." the King said.

"In exchange for what?"

"Your freedom."

Majo chucked "You do know who I am right?" she lifted her, now movable hand, to throw a fireball at the King but the man only chuckled.

"You see, the collar around your neck prevents you from doing anything but tracking the person I need you to find down."

The warlock rolled her eyes, "Fine, I'm gonna find your person and you'll let me free and then leave me the hell alone."

The King nodded. "I'll send some of my knights with you."

*****

Majo looked in awe at the high buildings but scrunched up her nose at the smell of the cars. "It has changed." she simply said as she looked up at the building Bae was supposed to be in. She didn't know how he would react to seeing her after all these years. 

It had been Killian who gave him up to the Lost Boys but Majo was always loyal to her Captain and didn't know how the boy, who had to be a man by now, saw the things.

*****

"No Baelfire," Henry said, looking at the doorbell labels of the apartment.

"Yeah, that probably wouldn't fly as an alias." Emma then turned to Gold. "Your magic globe didn't give you an apartment number?"

"It doesn't work that way."

"Do any of these names mean anything to you?" Henry asked.

"Well, names are what I traffic in, but sadly, no."

Emma pointed to a nameless tag. "Here's your boy."

The Croc leaned back, hopeless. "No. Or it could just be vacant."

"You might traffic in names and magic, but I traffic in finding people that don't wanna be found, and those sort of folks don't like to advertise their whereabouts." Emma pressed the bell next to the nameless label. "U.P.S. package for 407." the line disconnected.