Genevieve was sitting in the corner of the room her eyes closed and she kept thinking to herself. 

How the hell am I gonna get out of here? 

The thought ran through her mind for the last hour that she was sitting there her hands scraping against the rope  from trying to pull them out. Her forehead was covered with sweat and she was practically suffocating with the heat in that room. Was the boat on fire? 

Three million other thoughts raced through her mind within the time she was trying to pry her hands free from that knot. 

What if they found snow and Emma? What if they were headed back? What if they found a way to get to Storybrooke? 

All those what if's ran through her mind only making her frustration bigger until she was ready to snap. Finally her hands were scarped and probably bleeding, she was frustrated, and she wasn't giving up just yet. She stopped trying to pry her hands out and started trying to figure something else out. She snapped her eyes open. 

Genevieve examined her surrounding of the room. Anything could work at this point. Her eyes eventually landed on a fishing net. It wasn't so much the net itself it was what the object under it. 

Bingo. 

She scoots close to the net and kicked it off and saw it there. Her new best friend. A small kitchen knife. It was plain and small but not too small and the blade was sharp enough for her to cut the ropes off. 

She shifted her hand close to the knife and with her right hand she grabbed the handle and began to cut the ropes. She was half way through her back pressed against the wall when she heard the door open. 

Genevieve stopped and held her breath. 

Busted.

She thought she was done for. Hook would take her out and re-tighten her ropes when something made her realize it wasn't him. 

"For a pirate there is nothing valuable on this boat." A man said. 

It certainly wasn't Hook. It could've been bandits. They could kill her if they found out, but Genevieve had no choice. She waited and listened to them talk. 

"This is all worthless junk." The man said. 

"Well we better tell Robin before the pirate comes back." Another man said. 

Robin? As in Robin Hood. 

Genevieve grins the thought of the cartoon movie of the red fox and all the other animals. At first she bit her tongue to not only hold in a snort but so she wouldn't call out to them. They could kill her. Or maybe Robin wouldn't actually be the mighty hero from the movie but a real ass. 

Suddenly the crate was lifted off the trap door and Genevieve held her breath. She waited for what would happen next. She heard something being smashed. The Crate. She waited for them to open the trap door up instead she heard a frustrated grumble and then the door being close. 

She mentally thanked the Thieves and finished cutting the ropes. She pulled her hands to freedom and cut off the remaining pieces on her wrists.

They stung in pain but she shook it off. She stepped on a crate the was just under the trap door and she pushed it open. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear and then hauled herself up. 

Then she heard it again. Footsteps and a man's voice. It was the same Man from before but there was a different voice. Genevieve hid behind the door and two men walked in. They were both fairly tall one was rather round and he had a bread with red hair. The other man had brown hair and he was very skinny. Genevieve held her breath. 

They were loaded with weapons from daggers, bow and arrows, and swords. Genevieve had her eyes on the sword that the redhead was holding. If he would drop it by some miracle. She really wanted that sword. The handle was black leather and the blade was just sticking out but she could see the sine of the sliver it could be a mirror!

She had the dumbest idea but she was desperate and she used her instincts. She swung the door and it hit the red head in the back of the head knocking him out and she shoved the other one into the trap door. 

"Wha-" The man never even saw Genevieve she slammed the trap door quickly. She grabbed the sword out of the other man's belt and grinned. 

"Thank you kind sir." She said and darted out of the room in a hurry  carrying her brand new sword.

There was shouting from the trap door and she heard foot steps and saw men coming from the right down the opposite direction. She sprinted for her life but this huge coat was dragging her down. She took off the coat and left it on the floor.

Another problem was her boots. They were hard to run in so she kicked those off. She ran in a full circle until she saw the latter the men came down from and the trap door room. There was a group of men by the door and the two men were telling them what happened. 

Then the red head spotted her. "There! That little brat!" He snarled. 

Genevieve jumped on the latter and climbed up almost slipping because she had socks on. She made it up to the deck and the men started to climb up the ladder. She finally started to panic. There was nothing that she could do. She gripped the sword tightly and looked at them. One of the shot an arrow at her and she blocked it with sword. 

The men rushed towards her and the redhead was sprinting right at  her. She ran to the back to the boat and saw the steering wheel. The men knocked arrows at her and she shrieked and blocked them with the sword. 

"Give me back my sword you little brat!" The redhead snapped. 

He lunged at Genevieve and she ran to the steering wheel and spun it to the right and the whole boat tilted to the right and the men all slid. Genevieve was so grateful she left her boots behind. She took this as a chance to slip off her socks and she ran for it. 

She ran all the way to the back of the boat and she saw the men trying to get to her. She did what she does best and makes a stupid move. Genevieve hauled herself onto the edge and looks at them with a grin. The man that she had shoved into the trap door held up an arrow and aimed it at her chest. She chuckled lightly. 

"What are ye laughin' at you little brat?" The redhead snapped. 

"Thief!" One shouted. 

"Look who's talking." Genevieve said. 

"No one steals from-"

"Robin Hood and His Merry Men. I know." She said. 

The men all froze and gave her a confused look. They looked at the one with the arrow aimed at her and the at her. 

"How-"

Before one of the men could finish the man released the arrow and Genevieve gasps and did what she had to do and jumped. Stepped backwards right off the boat and crashed into the water. When she resurfaced she looked up and saw the men staring at her.

She smirked at them and gave them a two finger salute and swam like her life depended it. Which in this case it did.  She swam like a pro. As fast as she could to the shore. Once she reached the shore the men were running off the dock  towards her. Genevieve got to her feet and sprinted into the forest. 

She was scratched and scraped by the branches and trees and the men seemed to have been close because arrows were being shot at her. She dodged as much as she could. 

Just as her legs were about to give out she felt a sensation of pain in her side. An arrow had skimmed her side and sliced her. She kept running until she found at trail and ran along it. 

She was tired, hungry, dehydrated, sore, injured, she was almost positive her feet were bleeding, and she wanted to collapse on the floor and take a long nap. But she knew if she did that then the men would catch up to her. The red head would probably gut her with one of his daggers. 

"There!" Genevieve heard a voice and it was one of the Merry Men. 

"Dammit." She whispered. 

Then something dug itself into her shoulder and Genevieve screamed so loud that she was pretty sure Storybrooke could hear and then she collapsed to the floor and everything went black .

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