New Places (Peter Petrelli)
This was familiar and yet....and yet it was entirely different. Killian had sailed to many places: from cities near and far, to islands.
The landscape before him expanded to reveal a place caught between a big city and a small, backwoods town. It reminded him both of the New York City line with the large skyscrapers and the bustle. And it had the charm also of Storybrooke, though rustic and homey cities weren't exactly always the most welcoming of strangers.
The Jolly Roger idled at the dock, and the Captain made his way slowly up the sidewalk. Against the modern setting he stuck out. The sword at his hip that swung as he moved, the all black leather. His left hand was concealed in the lapel of his coat and his right hand hung at his hip, fingers flexing some.
Blue eyes swept the faces that passed him. He was curious if there was magic here, and if there was then Killian needed to find it. He needed magic to get back on course. The bean he had thrown somehow had pushed his ship astray and this was not his intended destination.
From his experience he knew that the best place to gather information was the local watering hole, and he had a knack for finding any place with good drink. Maybe it was one of those quirks of being a pirate.
Ducking in to the bar, Killian blended easily with the dim lighting and with an easy few steps he was at the bar. His eyes swept the place, the few faces settled at the counter around him, and he found himself settling on a vacant stool.
The bartender approached and Killian offered the woman his most charming smile, "Hello love," the pirate breathed, setting his right hand on the bar top. "Give us your best rum." He nodded at her kindly and she smiled before moving off to fill his order.