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Ch. Summary: What's gonna happen when the coast is clear and the VK's parents aren't looking for them anymore?

They stayed in Ursula's Fish and Chip shop until well into the following afternoon. Ben, Evie, and Carlos had dozed off at some point, but Mal and Jay knew better than to turn their backs on pirates—even with the parley in effect.

Mal looked over at them, Carlos had his feet propped up on Jays thighs with the rest of body lying against the bench, Jay's jacket thrown over him. Evie was huddled between her and Ben, Evie's head on Ben's shoulders and Ben's head on Evies'.

The sun was just setting when Gil and a few other pirates barged through the door. "Hey, Uma!" the large boy waved at his captain.

"Report, Gil," Uma ordered. She and Harry had finished up their business and while ago. With Uma removing her hands from Harry's pants and boy in turn melting into a pile of bones. Mal was sure he would have fallen off the chair had Uma not placed a securing hand around his neck and back.

The two had been playing some sort of card game for a few hours now. Although, Uma never went long without turning and checking on their table.

Gil scratched the back of his head, "Oh yeah! Uh, okay, so Evil Queen had her birds searching for a while but they didn't really come close to the docks. Jasper and Horace checked by Dragon Hall and Mal's old place. Jafar looked for a while but didn't go too far from his shop."

He sat down next to Harry and stole a couple of fries from his plate. "They're pretty much done looking now. They think it was just some rumor," Gil said between a mouthful of fries.

Uma reached across the table and patted Gil on the cheek. "I suppose," she said, sending a malicious look towards Mal. "This parley is over then."

Across from her, Harry whooped and dragged his metal hook across the table, creating a horrible grating sound.

Mal stood, glaring at Uma. This wasn't the greatest situation, they were in enemy territory and out-numbered. Uma had sat them at the table furthest away from the door so they couldn't make a quick getaway. And there was no official rule saying how long the parley was to last, and Uma wasn't the sort of person to give a head start.

She could see from the corner of her eye Jay waking up Carlos and rest of the gang. They were going to have to fight if they wanted to get out of this.

"We're not giving you Ben," Mal spoke fiercely, daring Uma to touch what was hers. "If you want him you're going to have to go through us."

"My pleasure," Harry drawled, he had that wild look in his eye again that set Mal's teeth on edge.

The pirates drew their swords, laughing and hollering. The VK's pulled out a couple of daggers they had picked up back at Mal's place before heading over here the day before.

Knives versus swords. There were worse odds.

"Wait!" Ben yelled stepping in front of Mal. "Wait. We don't have to do this."

Uma's smile faded from her lips, "You didn't give us a choice King Ben," she sneered, pointing her sword at him. "You choose for us when you locked us away on this island."

Ben looked at her pleadingly, willing her to understand. "You always have a choice, Uma. You can choose now, this is your chance."

She cocked her head at him. "Chance for what, Ben?"

"Come back with us. To Auradon."

There was silence and then a roar of laughter. Ben flinched and looked around in confusion, "I'm serious," he said firmly.

Uma raised her hand the laughter stopped immediately. "So, you're telling me that even though I kidnapped you and threaten your life," she paused to let it sink in. "I can still come to Auradon."

Ben nodded his head. When she put it that way it didn't sound too smart, but he held steadfast to his decision.

He could hear the whispers behind him from Mal and the others. Telling him this was bad idea, but that was the same thing everyone told him about bring them over in the first place. Now Evie, Carlos, Jay, and Mal were the best friends he could ask for.

He needed to give Uma a chance, he could see how much she cared for her people. How much the wanted the best for them. She reminded him of Mal and how fiercely protective she was of the rest of her group. He couldn't let wallow in squander any longer.

"Please, Uma."

Everyone waited on baited breath for Uma to respond. Until, finally, she sheathed her sword. "Let's talk in private," she said and proceeded to walk about towards the kitchens, her crowd of pirates parting for her.

Ben followed with little hesitation, only stopping to reassure the others and walked through the kitchen doors.

Mal and the others still stood with knives in hand as they waited for Ben to return from the kitchens. Harry had ordered his men not to put away their swords and to be ready when Uma came out.

Mal and Jay stood as vanguard with Evie and Carlos a couple of steps behind them. While they had grown into their skin and could handle themselves in a fight, old habits died hard in times of stress. Their old formation came easily to them.

She can't say for sure how long they waited for Ben and Uma leave from the kitchens but it felt like an eternity.

Most of the pirates, save for Gil who was still picking at Harry's plate like he hadn't eaten in days, were just a mere few feet in front of them swords at the ready. And Harry seemed to make it his personally mission to taunt Carlos, something about getting him back after all these years. On multiple occasions, Mal and Evie had to stop Jay from attacking Harry.

Finally, Uma and Ben emerged from the kitchens. Mal searched Ben's face for any signs of distress, but came up with nothing. If anything, he seemed…please. Mal was sure that look couldn't mean anything good for her and others.

Ben came up and gently touched her arm, urging her to put the knifes away.

"Ben, what's going on?" Evie asked.

Before Ben could respond Uma was clanging her sword against a table. "Listen up, fishbait!" she climbed on top of it so everyone could see her unimpeded.

"This is what's gonna happen and if anyone's got a problem with it, feel free to take it up with me," she smiled a falsely sweet smile. Turing around in a circle so her entire crew could see it.

"King Ben and I made a deal. Long story short, I'm going to Auradon."

Mal was sure she expected the hisses and shouts of revolt, because her smile stayed firmly in place, but there was something in her eyes that Mal couldn't quite place. Mal glanced at Ben. Not believing he actually offered her salvation, scratch that, she could believe it. Ben was so naively kind like that. Mal was all for Ben bringing more villain kids to Auradon, but did it have to be Uma?

"But, Uma," Gil started, finally finished stuffing his face. "If you leave who's gonna run your mom's shop?"

This, made Uma smile slip from her lips, "You, if you don't shut the hell up!" she snapped. Gil quickly turned back to his food.

Uma faced the crowd once more, "As for the rest of you, I couldn't care less what you have to say. Now get out, shops closed."

For a moment no one moved, they were still angry with Uma, no doubt feeling betrayed. At least when Mal and the others were chosen to leave the Isle they were their only friends. They weren't leaving any one behind. But, Uma, she had an entire pirate crew, subordinates who followed her. Either out of fear or loyalty. And here she was, abandoning them.

Shaking himself out of a stupor Harry finally got them to move their asses with a few well-placed threats and promises of violence. So much so that even Gil began to slink out of the restaurant before Harry snagged his arm with his hook free hand.

Mal couldn't tell if he was hurt or angry. His face was surprisingly blank, which in of its self was probably the most telling thing.

Sooner rather than later the shop emptied out and only people left were Mal and her gang, and Uma and hers.

"Well then," Ben clapped his hands together, a nervous but hopefully smile on his face. "Should we start to get out of here?"

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