flirtatious with beautiful women. “And I admit I could use a break.” Writer’s block or some other mental preoccupation stole precious hours from August. Something to do with his hands, even drudge work, held its appeal.

was unknown to the writer, yet he imagine they were a rough sort used to carousing in bars and quick to pull hidden weapons at the first sign of disrespect.

“The offer for help is genuine.” The former puppet peered up at Killian, a mercurial woman known to be gregarious and dangerously —

August suppressed the urge to chuckle because it was absolutely an inadvertent, or possibly subconscious, reference. “No jest intended.”

At this close proximity to the Jolly Roger, loud shouts could be heard issuing from crew not visible from this angle. Who exactly Killian kept in her company —

loading ramp fastened to the side of Hook's ship.

"Need a hand?"

curiosity, Booth observed the comings and goings of one infamous pirate, strangely absent her eponymous hook. Was she making repairs? Starting a black market trade? Preparing for an elaborate boat party? Unable to stop himself, August strode toward the Jolly Roger, halting at the base of a —

mission, once more, August found himself the curious wanderer exploring Storybrooke without urgency. When he longed a place to contemplate and possibly scribble notes into a well-worn pad, assuming a vacant seat on the benches along Storybrooke's dock was as good as any other.

With a growing —