I'm sorry I haven't posted this sooner. I can only use my laptop at home and recently a lot of other people in my family have been using it, meaning that I couldn't post this. Sorry to the people who actually bother to read my terrible fanfiction. Anyway, let's get on with the story. (I apologise for this, but this story is really cringy, please don't judge)
After they had left, Uma and Harry were left on the ship.
"Harry," Uma said gently, walking over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm pleased with you."
"Why?" Harry said, slightly annoyed. He was sitting on the edge of the plank, loooking up at Uma. "I messed up. I failed. You should let Gil be your first mate instead of me."
Uma looked at Harry as he guiltily faced the sea, looking like he wanted to fall in himself, like he did to Ben.
Uma sighed. She sat down beside Harry and took his hand in hers. "I chose you as my first mate because of your loyalty. Gil is loyal too, but you, you promised that you would follow me to the ends of the earth, no matter where I went or what I did. No-one has shown me the same loyalty that you have."
"But, why did you choose me to be your first mate?" Harry questioned further.
"Harry Hook," Uma said firmly. "Look at me."
She waited until his face lifted and his eyes were focusing on her.
"When I was first choosing my crew, I chose you because of your father. But after a year or so, I realised that you weeren't only a part of my crew because of your father, but because of your loyalty. You never argued and you were always ready to do whatever I asked of you." She looked at Harry. He was shaking.
"Harry," she said softly. "What's wrong?"
"All I want is to be like my father. Have the same ruthlessness as him, the same way of going about things," Harry said, about to break. "Now I realise that I can't ever be like him."
"Why are you so afraid of him?"
Harry faced Uma with a wistful look in his eyes. Uma felt like he wanted to forget the past.
"You don't have to tell me," Uma said gently.
Harry sighed. "I may as well." He paused. "My father favouritised CJ. Harriet and I were..."
"Were what?"
"Abused," Harry replied quietly. He started to tremble again.
Once again, I apologise for my terrible fanfiction. Put all your hate into a review.