Post by Pascal Wade on Oct 30, 2015 2:26:15 GMT
It was midnight in Storybrooke, and Pascal was sitting at the docks looking out at the sea. He was having trouble sleeping. He was homesick. His missed Neverland and its environment. But it seemed to be that he was the only one who missed the place. He seemed to be the only one who wanted to return. Sort of. He had mixed feelings about the thought of leaving Storybrooke. Since he met her, his thoughts have started to drift to staying. Not to say that he had given up the search for a way home. He just didn’t know if he would use it to go home if he found it.
He reached in his pocket for the thimble he had found in Neverland, but his pocket was empty. He had forgotten he gave his only reminder of home to the corpse Emily. He looked at the Jolly Roger and sighed. Not even that ship could cure his homesickness. It didn’t remind him of home; it reminded him of the man who killed his fellow lost boy. Pascal spit towards the ship, cursing it, then lay back resting his head in his hands behind his head, and looked up at the night sky. There were more stars in Neverland.
He reached in his pocket for the thimble he had found in Neverland, but his pocket was empty. He had forgotten he gave his only reminder of home to the corpse Emily. He looked at the Jolly Roger and sighed. Not even that ship could cure his homesickness. It didn’t remind him of home; it reminded him of the man who killed his fellow lost boy. Pascal spit towards the ship, cursing it, then lay back resting his head in his hands behind his head, and looked up at the night sky. There were more stars in Neverland.
