Harry Hook, son of James Hook, stood on the pier of the Isle of the Lost, clutching a small box tightly in his hand. He had been the first mate of Uma, daughter of Ursula, for a long time; but he felt it was time for a little change in their relationship.
With a measured, unhurried tread, he sauntered past fishermen and young kids, all who scrambled out of his way as he passed. Harry allowed a smirk to curl his mouth as he stroked his hook lightly. Life was good.
"Hey, Harry!"
Harry sighed inwardly. Gil, son of Gaston, was hurrying toward him, grinning.
"Whatcha got there, Harry?" he inquired, coming to stop beside his acquaintance and nearly tipping a little girl into the choppy waves below. She squeaked and drew out of the way.
"Nothing to concern you," Harry replied coolly. "Now if you'll excuse me..."
"Is that a gift?" Gil interrupted, snatching the box from Harry's hand. "What's in it? Who's it for? Wow!"
He opened the box. Nestled on pale green tissue paper lay a gold charm bracelet, with a tiny golden seashell, a tiny golden hook, and a golden filigree heart connecting them.
"Freshly stolen," Harry drawled. "It'll see you later, Gil."
He tried to take back the box, but Gil held on, a slight frown between his eyebrows.
"You're planning to give this to Uma, right?"
"Brilliant deduction," Harry sighed. "Hand it over."
"No," Gil retorted, a grin sliding onto his face. "I'll give it to her. She likes me better than you, anyway."
"Seriously?" Harry made a grab for the little box, but Gil hauled off and punched him hard in the face. Harry howled as blood began to stream out of his nose.
Like his father, Harry Hook had a very strong aversion to the sight of his own blood. Gil wasn't to know that, of course, but it didn't change the fact.