She saved him. Harry knew he lived in a place where love was unspokenly forbidden. And he knew the feelings he had for his captain and friend Uma ran deeper than a simple crush. He hid his feelings in his undying devotion and longing to please Uma. His life had equated to him being desperate for scraps of Uma's affection. He doesn't remember when he fell for her, maybe it was the day they first met? All he knew was that he needed her, she's just as much a part of him as the hook he carries.

So when he and the crew waited, for hours and she didn't show he began to worry. At first, he thought something terrible might have happened to her, but his gut was telling him that wherever she was, she was fine. He knew she wouldn't go back to the Isle. Using a spell from Mal's spell book, she managed to put a dent in the barrier. Harry and the crew celebrated. And rode with the tide, away from the place that no longer confined them.

The first time it hit Harry, that he was free, truly free. Was when a cold sea breeze, brushed upon his skin, caressing him like a lost lover. He wished Uma, was beside him, he longed to share his joy with her. This was everything they dreamed about since they were kids. The sea, the tide, the breeze, all the things they both desire to feel and see.

He didn't know how long, he waited. He knew the crew was getting restless, Uma had promised to meet them hours ago. What if she abandoned them? Giving them freedom, her final goodbye. Harry yelled angrily at everyone at the very idea. Gil the only one standing by his side, and agreeing Uma wouldn't abandon them.

As sure as Harry was, doubts did linger. He knew revenge was all that Uma craved. He basically offered himself on a silver platter every day, for him to get rejected every time. Of course, he knew they could never be together, not on the Isle. There were rules, and if those rules are broken, your life was over. Quite literally. Death was the only ending you get for daring to show any sign of weakness. And if that weakness, was love an emotion, that condemned many villains to the Isle in the first place. It was the biggest dishonor.

Harry did imagine once or twice, what it would be like to die for Uma. He'd gladly put his life on the line for her already, so what would be the difference if he died for admitting his love? It was a stupid thought, he knew it. He could see in Uma's eyes, when he got closer, their lips on the brink of betraying all they were ever taught. That maybe, just maybe she thought about it too. That she loved him, and the reason she pushed him away, was because she saw them dying, before the very thing she wanted so bad, revenge, would be fulfilled.

Deciding the best thing to do was to help her achieve her revenge, he dutifully did his duty, as her first mate. It didn't matter, who he hurt if it was for her. He'd do it gladly, without a second thought. He'd help her get off the Isle, and the moment, they were alone he'd get his kiss, a passionate confession of love tumbling right after. This isn't what he imagined, at all. He was starting to get restless as the crew as he waits for his beloved.

Another hour passes, as he demands the ship be taken to board the yacht Auradon's cotillion was on. Something had to have happened to Uma, she wouldn't leave. He thought firmly gripping on to his hook. They reached the boat and it was mostly empty. The kids of Auradon partied out, or all going for a change of clothes after an elaborate musical number in the water. Either way, only two people were on the deck of the boat. Two people he recognized, one intimately, the other he kidnapped. Mal, the woman he once gave his heart to stood on the boat, her boyfriend beside her confused. Harry couldn't help but think how proud Uma would be, if she knew he had the Prince and Traitor, alone on the boat with no witnesses. Harry glares at them, grabbing a rope from Uma's ship, he swings and boards the yacht beside them effortlessly.

He glares at Mal and Ben angrily, he had no time for greetings or pleasantries. He wanted Uma. No, he needed Uma beside him. Now. And they were going to tell him where she was, or they will die.

"Where is she?" Harry demanded angrily, as he gripped his hook tightly.

"How did you get here?" Mal asks inquiringly, taking a step back.

"Where is Uma?" Harry repeats again with even more anger in his voice. He lifts his hook up, an evil glint in his eye. If they didn't tell him, there will be blood. Lots and lots of blood.

"How did you get here?" Mal asks again, Harry's eye twitches in irritation.

"If you did anything to her, I'll kill your boyfriend and you," He raged.

"You couldn't if you tried Harry," Mal sang sarcastically, on the inside however she felt a flicker of fear.

Harry growls at her, his face full of rage. On the inside, however, he was starting to feel anxious, he waited hours for Uma, and she never returned. Uma would never break her promise, she'd never leave. They had to have done something to her, he thought. And if they did, well, Harry would make sure they suffered.

"Look," Mal continued, feeling a little guilty, knowing Harry was probably abandoned by Uma too. "She just swam away, I have no idea where she's at," She explains honestly.

Harry glares, he debates whether he should diverge the information that Uma was to meet him. Uma would always come back. She wasn't the type to leave without saying anything, she wasn't Mal.

"You better hope I find her, or your pretty head rolls," Harry clipped violently approaching her, and he rubs his hook on her skin. Ben yells in protest, but Mal tells him to stand down. As she confidently stands her ground looking Harry in the eyes.

"What's wrong Harry? Upset another girl you love left you alone," She prodded, Harry pressed the hook on her face tighter and then pulls it away with a hearty laugh at the traitor in front of him.

"She'd never leave me," He sternly replied.

"Looks like she did," Mal answered sarcastically.

"This is a waste of time, you are lucky Uma told us to never kill you," He complained, his eyes narrowing in hatred.

"I'm flattered, I didn't think she cared." Mal marveled snidely.

"She doesn't, She preferred to torture you for the rest of your life," He gleefully, informs with a laugh that could only be described as psychotic.

Mal doesn't say a word, as Harry motions for Gil to throw a rope over for him. Gil obeys, and Harry grabs the rope blowing a kiss to Mal as he swings back to his ship.

"Should we really let him leave?" Ben questions.

"Yeah, he's not a real threat," Mal claims, and Ben looks at her in disbelief.

"He just tried to kill you!" He screams looking at her incredulously, he wondered for a moment if there was something Mal wasn't telling him.

"On a boat full of people, that would stop him."

"They're all below deck."

"They would have heard me scream." She reasons.

Ben doesn't say anything, deciding not to pry. He feared the thought of pushing Mal away again, so he decides to drop it. He looked up and watches Harry scream at his crew and they sail away He looks at Mal, who looks down feeling guilty. But what for? What did she do to feel that guilt? Ben looks away, wondering, how he'd confront Mal for letting a man who tried to kill her go. Mal seemed unaware, looking at Harry Hook, praying that he'd find Uma. She knew Uma was the only thing, that kept him stable, and she feared whoever, would cross Harry next. Might not live, and it'd all be her fault.

A.N. Hi! I've had this idea of Hary being angry Uma's missing and confronting Mal about it for awhile. I'm not sure how long this will be, probably pretty short maybe 5 chapters? I should probably write some Harry/Uma pure fluff soon. But, I'm a sucker for angst.