Ten years ago...

The young pirate boy had been allowed to stay aboard The HMS Endeavour, but only as Evie's playmate.

The first two weeks he had been on the ship the boy had been sullen, keeping to himself and doing nothing but staring at the sea. Evie knew he was still upset about the dreadful night he had been brought aboard the ship, but she had hoped that she could bring a smile to his face by taking his mind off of it. She had lots of games they could play! Dress-up, hide-and-seek, make-believe, dunking for apples or one of her many board games!

Despite her best efforts, he did not even glance in her direction. He ignored her pleas, shrugged off her tugs at his sleeves, and refused to look at anything but the splashing waves from her cabin's port window.

After a few days, Snow White had insisted Evie stop pestering the boy, telling her that he needed time to grieve. Although the crew of Lord Beckett's ship were led to believe that the boy had been a prisoner on The Jolly Roger, Snow White and Evie were aware that it was quite the opposite. They knew he was a pirate and that he must have had friends and even family aboard the ship that were now lost forever.

Evie was still young and had never experienced the loss of a loved one, so found it hard to fully understand how difficult it must be for the young boy. Snow White assured her that if the boy wished to play he would come to her in his own time, that until then the right thing to do was to allow him to be alone to process everything.

It was three weeks into the journey that he finally approached her, tentatively allowing her to talk to him, though she did most of the talking. She finally discovered that his name was James, but what his second name was he refused to say. It was a few days more until he began playing games with her, though he was still reserved and timid. As time passed, he became slightly more confident, and for the first time ever Evie started to see glimpses of what the real James was like.

Evie knew he had a playful side with the way he occasionally teased and played tricks on her. Whenever he did, there was always a mischievous twinkle in his eyes with a barely suppressed grin. She imagined he had quite the wild streak in him, that he was someone who wasn't scared to raise hell for the heck of it.

She could tell he was bold and arrogant, never a good combination, with the few stories he shared with her. He had gotten himself into a fair bit of trouble when he had been unable to hold back his cheeky tongue, his ego getting him into more than his fair share of fights. He had even shown her several of his scars that he had earned from his quarrels, though she suspected he had many more than he revealed. The ones he let her see where two on his upper left arm, that curved in on each other. He had jokingly told her he sometimes he liked to draw on two fins, making it look like a bit like a dolphin.

The more time Evie spent with James, the more she wanted to get to know him. Besides the fleeting flashes of his true personality, his circumstances kept the real him locked away from her.

He was still mourning and being on the ship with the crew that had destroyed his home and shipmates did nothing to ease his pain. Evie could tell there was a deep fury welling inside him, she could see it every time James saw one of the men aboard her ship. He would grit his teeth, narrow his eyes and scowl as though his look alone could kill them. A few times Evie had had to risk taking his hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze to try and calm him down. Antagonising the men, especially in James current predicament, was asking for trouble.

James was in many ways a prisoner for the time being. He wasn't allowed to wander the ship and was contained to the princesses' quarters. He had to keep a low profile on the ship, lest he arouse suspicion among the men about his cover story. One whiff of the truth of his pirate origins and Beckett would have his head. Because of all this, he remained mostly quiet and reserved, barely showing much emotion, despite those barely constrained bouts of anger at the crew and times he opened up to her.

It was a month and two weeks into their journey, when their destination was just a breath away from the horizon, that he came out of his shell a little more than normal.

For most of the day, they had been playing make-believe, pretending to be two of the most fearsome pirates to ever sail the seas. The two beds in the room had acted as their boats while the pillows were their cannons to launch at each other. After a shriek filled pillow fight to determine the best captain, Harry had conceded defeat, flopping down to sit next to Evie on her bed. He pulled something out of his pocket, offering it to her.

"What is it?" Evie asked, examining the trinket in her hand.

"It's a gift," James spoke softly.

The bracelet didn't look like much. It was a red leather cord, long enough to tie around her wrist several times over. There were some shiny stones and shells attached to it and a grizzly, jagged tooth dangling in between them.

"This here tooth belonged tae the largest crocodile that's ever lived!" James whispered, his eyes shining brightly for the first time in weeks. "Me da called it Tick Tock, said it lived in a magical place called Neverland."

"It doesn't look that big," Evie said sceptically, her fingers toying with the tooth. The tooth was about as long as half her middle finger and jagged on one end like a razor.

James grinned a little, leaning closer to her. Evie couldn't help but think he had a nice smile, even if it was rather impish. "That's only the tip of the tooth!"

Evie's eye's widened, her gaze reevaluating the tooth. If this was just the tip of the creature's tooth, how big was the actual creature it belonged to?

"How big was it?" Evie asked, her voice eager with curiosity.

"Bigger than this ship!"

"No way!"

"It's true! Ma dad swears it!"

Evie eyed James warily, unsure whether or not to believe his tall tale. Surely, if such an animal existed, everyone would know about it? It sounded like the stuff of legends!

But then again, sailors often swore there were monsters lurking in the dark depths. Some claimed there were titanic beasts that could overturn the largest of vessels, creatures with tentacles that stretched to the ends of the horizon. Others said there were monsters like giant snakes, that slithered through the waters and could coil around a man before dragging him and his crew down to the choppy waters below. No one knew how deep the oceans were, heavens only know what was down there! And with so many tales of sea monsters, how could they all be untrue?

"Why are you giving this to me?" Evie asked, lowering the bracelet which she had been inspecting.

"It's good form tae repay kindness when it's given," James said, shrugging. "Ye saved ma life. Consider it a thank you."

"Good form?"

"Ma Da's a... was a sticker fir it," James said, his smile slipping away and eyes glazing over. Evie felt her heart ache, knowing Harry was shutting himself off again, locking away his emotions. "Every pirate worth their salt has tae have some kind of good form, albeit most of them, even ma Da, balanced on a thin line with it."

Evie tilted her head, waiting for him to explain more.

"Even pirates have tae have some honour among em. If someone helps ye, return the favour. Never kick a man when he's down or back is turned. Don't break yer word, if ye make a promise keep it. Ye know, stuff like that."

"No offence, but I never took pirates as the type to have honour and etiquette," Evie mused, playing with the bracelet.

"And what do ye know about pirates? Have ye ever lived among em as I have? All ye've heard is what other's say about us," James retorted, quirking an eyebrow.

"Oh, so all the stuff people say about pirates are wrong? You don't raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer your weaselly black guts out?" Evie asked, batting her eyelashes.

James grin returned, small as it was.

"Well, I didn't say all the tales were wrong," James said coyly.

Ten years later...

A dagger swirled through the air, finally plunging into the wooden door.

Blast it all!

Harry ran a hand through his thick hair, cursing under his breath. And to think the day had started out so promising, only for it to unravel into this mess!

He had been tricked! Fooled! And it hadn't even been done on purpose! His men would never let him live this blunder down. Grabbing the wrong person? And a useless cook of all things! Not a noblewoman or anyone worth ransoming! What place did a cook, a mere commoner, have at a princesses wedding, to be allowed such a pivotal role anyway? And that stupid tradition!

Harry snarled in frustration, stomping up and down the length of his quarters.

Sammy was seated on his desk, swinging his legs and twisting his bandana in his hands. He was watching his captain nervously, unsure of what to say to calm his temper. The rest of the crew were staying clear of the captain, having sensed his foul mood when he started shouting, cursing and shattering things in his room.

"It's not yer fault," Sammy said. "It's just an understandable misunderstanding."

"Yer right, it's not ma fault," Harry gritted out, grabbing the dagger from the wall. He whirled around, launching the dagger into the air. It whizzed past Sammy's head, its point striking into the window frame behind him. "It's hers!"

"Ye can't be taking it out on a helpless lass! It's not her fault!" Sammy tried to reason, shaking his head.

"Helpless?" Harry scoffed, remembering how she hadn't hesitated to swing a sword at him and had tried to blow them all to kingdom come. Helpless was not a word he would use to describe the girl locked away in his brig.

Thinking about the girl only made his fury swell. The more he thought about it, the more he loathed himself for not realising his folly sooner. It should have been obvious! The 'bride' he had encountered had not acted like the Snow White of his memory or her reputation at all. He had been surprised when she had lashed out at him with a sword not once, but twice. Then he had been utterly bewildered when she had threatened to blow up the ships!

Snow White would never have reacted that way, she was far too calm and docile. Given the circumstances, he had expected some resistance from the older princess, as he knew she was not afraid to stand up for herself. From his time as a passenger on her ship all those years ago, he knew she could be firm and stern when called for, that she could bravely challenge anyone if she believed they were wrong. He had expected a challenge from her in the form of words, not drastic action. When the women he had encountered had almost immediately turned to violence he should have known it wasn't Snow White.

If only she hadn't been wearing that damn veil!

"What are ye going to do with her, Cap'n?" Sammy dared to ask, his voice uncertain like he was scared of the answer. "She hasn't done anything wrong to deserve rotten away in a cell."

"We're pirates. Hurting innocent people is hardly new to us," Harry muttered.

Hurting people was just pack and parcel of being a pirate. Harry was not ashamed to admit he enjoyed terrorizing people, relishing in their fear. It made him feel powerful, knowing he was completely in control. He was no longer a weak and defenceless child. No one could hurt him anymore, nor those he cared about.

The captain flung himself into his seat, kicking his legs onto the desk. He lifted up a gold doubloon from his desk, tilting it so it glinted in the candlelight. With a sigh, he shoved it into his coat pocket, before crossing his arms and leaning his head back as he closed his eyes. He was suddenly very tired, the last few hours of seething having drained him.

The situation was not ideal in the slightest and he wasn't sure how he could fix it. He needed Snow White. At this point he wasn't even confident that she was alive, considering he had destroyed her ship. If the cannon fire hadn't killed her and she had made it to the lifeboats, then the ocean still might. The sea was ruthless and unforgiving. Petty little vessels like lifeboats would not hold up long against the wrath of the sea should she turn on them. Harry hoped Snow White had made it to the lifeboats and that she had made it back to land. If not...

Harry shook his head, refusing to entertain the thought.

"Sammy, tell whoever's on the helm tae set a heading for Auradon's port. Make sure tae lower the flag and have the sails colours changed tae white, we don't want tae garner any suspicion when we get close tae land," Harry instructed.

The last thing he needed was the royal navy going after his head when they made it to Auradon. If they caught even a wisp of a hint that The Rising Tide was near land, they would be on him like sharks to blood.

"Do you think that's where the princess will be?" Sammy asked hopefully.

"Aye, it's the only place they can go. I doubt we'll be able to catch up or beat them there, they've too much of a head start, but there's a chance we'll be able tae grab the princess while they're at port. With so many of em injured and exhausted from the journey, they'll need to rest there and recuperate before they can head anywhere else."

"Perfect plan, Cap'n! I'll go tell the helm to set a course, eh-" Sammy had scurried over to the door, but before he left he turned to the captain. "Um, Cap'n... about the lass?"

Harry opened one eye, a sly smile on his face.

"I'm not gonna kill her, if that's what yer asking," Harry replied, but the smile on his face told another story, one that made Sammy gulp. "Yet."

"Cap'n, but she-"

"Don't be letting her pretty face charm ye, Sammy," Harry snapped, rolling his eyes. "The only reason she's still alive is because she could still be useful."

"As a cook?" Sammy suggested, wincing as he waited for the reply.

Harry smirked. "Let me ask ye something. Why would a cook be allowed to not only attend but participate in a royal wedding?"

Sammy bit his cheek as he pondered over it. "Well, since the bridesmaids are decoys, they'd want someone who isn't important to lose, if someone did try to steal the bride."

"Maybe," Harry drawled. "Or... she knows the princess and is close enough friends with her tae be given the honour of being a bridesmaid. And if she is a friend of the princess, then there's a chance we can use her tae get a hold of Snow White."

"Oh," Sammy said, eyes lighting up with understanding.

Harry dismissed Sammy with a wave of his hand. Already he was plotting away, thinking of ways to correct his mistake. He needed to get this sorted fast, time was already ticking against them.

First things in the morning, he would drop a visit to his the guest in his brig. There was something he needed to find out, something that had been looming at the back of his mind since he discovered the truth of Evelyn's identity as the cook. He only hoped she would give him the answer he desperately wanted to hear.

Evie had never slept so roughly in her life. She missed her queen sized bed, with its fine silks, fluffy cushions, lacy drapes and snug mattress. The cell she was in didn't even have a sleeping bench, just the grimy hard floor. To try and give herself a little comfort, she had taken off several of her underskirts to lie on.

That night she had slept curled up in a tight ball, her dress the only thing to keep her warm. In the suffocating darkness of the cell, every creak, squeak and groan of the ship had her jumping to her knees, her eyes darting futilely around in the dark for the source. By mornings light, her nerves were worn out, her body ached and her eyes were heavy with tiredness.

Harry certainly knows how to show his guest hospitality, Evie thought bitterly, scowling at the thought of the pirate.

A door creaked open somewhere, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. Evie felt her heart lurch to her throat, internally cursing when Harry appeared before her cell. It was as if the mere thought of him had summoned him to her presence.

He leaned against the cell across from her own, just out of reach from the light pouring in through the port window. Evil scowled up at him, her hands tightening into fists as she raised her head proudly.

Harry was a devil in red, lurking in the shadows. And she was the fallen angel, dressed in her dirtied white dress, her hair mused and cheeks tear-stained and flushed, kneeling in the mornings pink light.

"What do you want?" Evie asked, her voice croaking from being parched.

"Was the other princess on the ship?" Harry asked, watching her passively.

Evie felt like someone had doused her in freezing water, washing away her desire to sleep. Her nerves sparked to life, putting her on edge. She tried not to panic, to keep her face straight and breathing even, not wanting to let Harry know how alarmed she was by his question.

"Other princess? You mean, Princess Evie?" Evie asked carefully, tilting her head.

"Aye, was she on the ship?"

Why was he asking about her? Was he suspicious? Did he know the truth?

"Why do you ask?"

"Yer in no position tae be asking questions, lass. Don't forget, yer life is in ma hands," Harry replied darkly. "Now, was she on board?"

Evie tried to reframe from biting her lip, a nervous habit of hers. To buy herself a few precious seconds to think, Evie rose from her place in the corner of the cell and slowly made her way to the bars. While she did, she quickly tried to decide the best course of action. She could tell the truth and say yes, she had been on the ship. She couldn't see any harm in doing so, after all, the survivors of The Enchanted Rose were well beyond Harry's reach now.

"It was her sister's wedding tae a prince of another nation, surely she was aboard that ship," Harry said when the silence continued. "I can't imagine she would miss it."

Evie understood his reasoning. The wedding was too important for her nation's sake and etiquette dictated that she would attend her sister's wedding.

Truthfully, Evie hadn't wanted to go. To see her sister married into a loveless marriage twisted her guts. Whenever she thought about Snow standing at the altar in her lovely white dress, Evie couldn't help but feel she was looking into a sickly looking glass. One day she too could find herself in Snow's position, trapped with no way out, duty bound to do what the Queen demanded, even at the cost of her own happiness. It scared Evie how cruel her mother could be.

"I don't believe she was," Evie lied, keeping her voice quiet.

Evie felt this was the safer bet, to pretend that the Princess Evie had not been on the ship. For whatever reason, Harry wanted information about her. If he thought that the princess hadn't been on board then he may not question his captive, looking for information about, well, her. If he did then it could lead to difficult questions and she would have to lie even more. Evie's mother had taught her a thing or two about lying, it was a useful skill, especially for a monarch. But tell too many lies and not enough truths, and sooner or later the lies could catch up to you.

Evie also felt that in the long run, Harry believing the princess Evie hadn't been on board the ship, could be vital to keeping her safe. If heaven forbid, they did catch up to the survivors of her ship, then if they thought the princess Evie wasn't there they would not look for her. If they thought she was there and demanded for her to be handed over, the pirates would find out she had lied to them, that they had had a princess in their grasp the whole time. She did not want to be on the receiving end of the pirate's wrath if that did come to pass.

Harry blew out a puff of air, looking away from her. His shoulders sagged a little, as though a heavy burden had suddenly been lifted from them. Despite the way his body relaxed, his face showed signs of conflict, his jaw clenched tightly and his lips drawn into a frown.

"Why is a cook dressed as a bride on a royal vessel?" Harry questioned, still not looking at her.

"One of the other bridesmaids took ill, I'm the only one who fit into the gown," Evie shrugged, skillfully spinning her lie. "I can't say no to royalty. Besides, what fashion lover in her right mind would pass up the opportunity wear such a lovely dress?"

Harry closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was looking at her. Evie didn't care for the shrewd look in his eyes like he was seeing right through her.

"So ye really are a naebody?" Harry said, clicking his tongue. "Not worth anything tae anybody?"

Evie's grip on the bars tightened, her temper bristling. If only they weren't in the way, she could throttle him for his attitude and everything he had put her through.

"A bit like you, I guess," Evie quipped, smirking.

Harry narrowed his eyes, unfolding his arms and stepping forward. They stood close together, separated only by the thick bars of the cell. Evie refused to shy away, to show that she was intimated by his nearness. The damn pirate clearly had issues with personal space.

"Well then, I guess that leaves one final question," Harry whispered, his eyes twinkling. "What tae do with ye?"

"Let me go," Evie said dryly.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of silver keys. To Evie's surprise, he unlocked her cell door, pulling it open. He gestured grandly for her to leave. Evie stayed where she was, watching him through narrowed eyes, waiting for the punchline.

"Be my guest," Harry said, grinning. "Planks up deck, don't let it smack ye on yer way down. Have fun swimming several hundred miles to land in shark and monster-infested waters."

Evie glowered.

Harry smirked.

"Didn't think so," Harry said in a sing-song voice. He reached behind him, pulling up a pile of fabrics Evie hadn't noticed that he had brought in. He tossed them to her before slamming the door shut and locking it. "Here, put this on. It should fit."

Evie unfolded the fabrics, noticing it was a dress. It was simple and elegant, periwinkle in colour. It wasn't like the elaborate and beautiful frilly gowns she normally wore, but she was thankful that she could finally get out the wedding gown. It was torn and ripped from her escape attempt on The Enchanted Rose and dirted from her night in the cell. Even without a mirror, she knew she must have looked dreadful.

Evie glanced up at Harry, quirking an eyebrow.

He grinned wolfishly, holding up his hands defensively. "Don't worry, I'll give ye privacy tae change. Make sure yer ready by sundown, ye and I are going on a wee adventure."

Evie swallowed, watching as Harry smiled evilly before spinning on his heels and waltzing down the corridor. As he left, she heard him whistle a vaguely familiar tune, though what it was, she couldn't recall.

Authors Notes: Harry was whistling Chillin Like A Villain. It's like one of the few hevie canon interactions we have, Harry whistling Evie's song. There's also a Pirates of the Caribbean quote in there. Why Harry told Evie his name is James will be revealed later, for anyone wondering.

Questions to be answered, I'd love to hear your theories! Why does Harry need Snow White? Who is the other person he is looking for (I know that one is painfully obvious lol)? Will Harry and Evie realise they knew each other? Will Harry capture Snow White or will Evie get away?

Also, to any fellow hevie writers, if you've got any hevie stories let me know so I can add them to the hevie community here on ! I try and keep an eye out for new ones but filter sytems aren't the best so I sometimes miss them ;A;

Reviews:

T. F. Crosby: The irony is she probably had the bracelet on only a few hours prior to Harry appearing on the ship. Who knows, maybe it'll make a come back somehow ;) I'm super excited about the identity reveal scenes! I actually have them written up already! XD

Evyyxoxo: I'm so glad the last update helped perk your mood! And thank you for your review! Hope u enjoyed this chapter!

BabyBearxox: Thank you for your lovely review! At the moment Harry believes he can use Evie to get to Snow White as he suspects they're friends despite what Evie said. Though if he changes his mind about her usefulness it'll be hard to say what he'll plan to do with her, since as a cook, she isn't of much value to them.

ataharcot: He was certainly not pleased to have his plan wrecked lol. Yipe, he was looking for someone! So as not to spoil I can neither confirm nor deny your guess, but I think it's pretty obvious especially after this chapter lol XD Glad you liked the chapter! Also cheers for checking out my tumblr! :D

NovaWolfe waterwitchxx: Thank you for your lovely review! I'm working on my other hevie stories atm! OUAM and HAH are the ones that are mostly typed up, so hopefully I'll be able to update one of those ones next! :D I'm glad you like The Dangerous Love of a Pirate! That was one of my favs to write! I'd love to expand on it someday!

mollichine: I goosed up with that ;A; I thought I'd had them introduced, but I've changed it so that Evie introduces her fake name to him. Can't have Harry figuring it out too soon ^_- Also, working on my other stories as we speak!

Thunderfiredragon: I'm so glad you liked the last chapter! Harry very well might make her be the cook, especially if his plan to use her to get to Snow fails. I'm thinking that I'll probs go with Evie being a bad cook. I know she's meant to be able to cook but in the mini Wicked World Series Evie made those horrible cupcakes so maybe she's not a great cook. It may have Harry questioning her cover story, which won't be too good for Evie. I'm super excited about sharing the reveals and Harry's secrets, which we'll get more clues about in the next chapter!

Thanks to everyone who read, fav and reviewed! :D