The world was black and white and grey. That is simply how it was. You didn't see colors without finding your soulmates and soulmates so rarely existed on the Isle of the Lost. Having a Soulmate was a weakness some said. They were villains, soulmates only happened to heros said others. Her mother always said the former. So that's what Uma always thought.

The world was black and white and grey and Uma was perfectly content to let it stay that way.

Uma was young when she found herself down on the docks. She had been sent to buy fish for the chip shop from the fearsome Captain Hook. Despite his reputation, Uma wasn't scared. Why would she be? She was the daughter of Ursula, the most feared sea witch in the world. Hook and his crew couldn't do anything to her.

Walking into the fishing store Uma saw a bored looking girl who she recognized as Harriet Hook at the counter.

"I'm here for fish." Uma said confidently. The elder girl just glanced at her before looking back at whatever she was reading.

"Harry, be useful for once." Harriet ordered.

"Make me!" A high pitched voice challenged. A small boy came into view and Uma figured he must be Harry Hook. Uma had never met him before but she had heard that he was a right piece of work even as young as they were. He was scrawny and unimpressive looking, his hair wild and clothes tattered. Uma was about to dismiss him when a flash of something caught her eye. Something violent and angry and warm. Something far different from the black and white and grey of the world. Uma looked back at the boy but the color was gone, leaving only him staring at her with wide eyes. She wandered if he had seen something as well. He helped her without saying a word, just staring at her suspiciously. Uma stared back at him, not missing the way the color appeared in the corner of her vision each time she glanced at him. He seemed calmer, not like the holy terror she had heard he was. Late that night she wandered if he had seen a color when looking at her, and if her color had been what caused his change in behavior.

After that day Harry and Uma began hanging out more, neither able to help the childish curiosity that gripped them and begged for them to see the colors again. It was addicting for her, his warm violent color. She didn't know what the color was called but she didn't dare tell anyone about what she saw when she was with Harry. It was their terrifying secret. To have a soulmate was to have a weakness, something neither of them could afford on the Isle.

They danced around the question, both wanting to be near each other but neither wanting to be seen as weak. It took them weeks to actually stop and try to figure out what to do, making sure to never touch each other and confirm their fears. When Uma finally decided they needed to figure out what to do she and Harry found a secluded alleyway.

At first she had suggested it was just a trick, it couldn't be true. They were villains and villains didn't have anything as pure as soulmates, they didn't even feel love or compassion. But then Harry was there with his hand on her arm and the sudden burst of color proved her wrong. She stared at him in amazement as he gaped at her. Having it proven made it all so much more real to the both of them. They both fled the alley.

They avoided each other for several days after that. No one could know about their weakness, even at their age they knew that all important fact. Uma though Harry would avoid her forever and even though that thought made her feel ill she understood. So when he pulled her down an abandoned alley two weeks after the incident she was surprised.

"We can be pirates." He said, excitement lighting up his eyes.

"What?" Uma asked not sure where Harry, who was already a pirate by birth, was going.

"Me da said a pirate's crew always looks out fer each other, no matter wha. If wer pirates then it's not a weakness, just how it is." Harry gripped her arm tightly and Uma had to pause when she saw his color. She really did love of warm and confident it was. Then she shook her head and pushed him off.

"People would still know."

"Then we'll be good at hiding. We can be the most feared pirates of the Isle. And we can see more than the others. Tha means we know more." He was insistent, reaching out again for physical contact. Uma couldn't immediately find fault in his argument. His color was really so comforting.

"I'm the Captain." She stated, expecting him to argue. The boy just grinned and leaned down. Pressing his lips against her's in what she assumed was a kiss. He pulled back, releasing her. His color remained, staining the whole world with its violence.

"And I'll be the First Mate."

The world was black and white and grey and warm.

It was a few years before Uma saw another color. She was walking with Harry through the streets of the Isle when she saw it. Something bright and energetic in the corner of her eye. But when she turned to look all she found was a mass of people. She glanced at Harry to see if he had noticed and saw him staring at the crowd. They both knew multiple soulmates existed, but even when they only continued to see one color after kissing they hadn't thought they would have another. Having one soulmate on the Isle was unheard of, having two or more was surely impossible. And yet, a bright and happy and unmistakably different color had caught their eye from the crowd.

Harry and Uma had come to accept that they were soulmates. Honestly they didn't really see why everyone thought so negatively of it outside of the fact that compassion and love were involved. They had each other's backs to the day they died and that level of companionship was rare and valuable on the Isle. So when they saw the other color, they were eager. They wanted to find the other person to make their world's whole, another person to have their backs. They spent far more time around the market after that day.

Finding who the color belonged to was nearly impossible. It didn't show up every day but when it did they lost it to the crowds. The color was gorgeous and strange in Uma's eyes, something so bright and out of place in the dreary atmosphere of the Isle she hardly believed it was real. Even so, she loved it just as she loved the violence and warmth of Harry's color.

The Isle was a rough place to live. Fighting, stealing, lying cheating were all just parts of living there. So when they passed an alleyway with an elder boy beating up someone their age, they didn't hesitate to pass right on by. That is until a flash of color caught Uma's eye. She stopped at the entrance of the alley with the two boys, looking at the only two people in the area of the flash. Harry had stopped too, no doubt having seen the color as well, both of them just watching. Eventually the elder boy was done having his fun, pushing past them with a sneer. There was no bright color when he passed. Harry and Uma's eyes fixed on the boy leaning heavily against the wall. His skin was covered in bruises, a cut slowly dribbling blood from his lip. Uma could see the violent color as the blood trailed down his chin and dripped onto the alley floor. He looked up at them and pushed himself off the wall, swaying slightly at the movement as he held his fists up ready for a fight. Uma could appreciate his bravery. Harry approached him first, grabbing his arm and pulling the boy so he leaned against him, Harry's hand wrapped around his arm. She saw Harry freeze as he looked around in awe. The boy was struggling against him but stopped when Harry didn't start hurting him. He looked up at the young pirate and froze as well.

"What's yer name?" Uma asked, she knew this was the person they had been looking for.

"Uh, I'm not sure? My dad says I'm not manly enough to have his name."

"Whos yer da?"

"Gaston," Uma frowned. She wasn't very fond of the muscular brute and his two eldest offspring. She had heard rumors that his youngest wasn't all that similar to him. They were nasty rumors that said he was kind and compassionate. Uma had never believed them, but looking at the boy now she could almost see it. He didn't look like he was made for the Isle. Sure he was large and strong but his expression was too innocent. Remembering the strange color that belonged to him Uma thought he seemed like a fish out of water. She stepped forwards and grabbed his other arm and stopped. Mingling next to Harry's violence and warmth was brightness and happiness, something Uma rarely truly felt on the Isle. The boy's color breathed new life into her world.

"Gil," Uma whispered, then turned to look the boy dead in the eyes. "Why don't you go by the name Gil?" She asked. The boy looked at her in amazement, slowly nodding his head. Uma gave him a small smile, usually reserved only for Harry.

"How would you like to join our crew Gil? I'm the Captain and Harry is the first mate. You can be the second mate. We are going to be the most fearsome pirates on the whole Isle, so whatda say?" Uma asked. Gil still looked confused, and Uma guessed that was to be expected. She sighed expecting to have to say more, when Gil nodded again. She learned what her color was only a few minutes later.

From that day on her world was warm and happy and calm, and all the other colors of the rainbow.