You practically frolicked out of your ship, Harry following hesitantly behind. "Are you sure this is such a good idea, Y/n?" Harry asked, jogging slightly to keep up with your near-skipping paces.

"Well, of course. We haven't got any better ideas, and we're running out of time." You reasoned.

"But there's so many unsolved variables." Harry argued. "What will they do when we ask? Will they hurt us? Kick us out?"

"Harry, they already let us go. We'll be careful." You assured. Harry sighed.

"But we just left. Wh-"

"Harry!" You interrupted, spinning around. "Relax." You instructed, placing your hands on his shoulders. "We've got each other's backs." You smirked. "Besides, I doubt they can outrun, or outsmart us."

Harry let out a deep breath through the nose. "Fine."

You smiled at his change of attitude, even if it was miniscule, and continued on your way. You knocked on the large metal door once you arrived. The faint voices you heard from inside stopped abruptly. You heard footsteps approach the door, the clanging on the hard floor growing louder. The groaning of the door in front of you brought your attention back to it. A woman in a maroon dress stood there, one hand on the doorknob, the other on her cocked hip.

"Gabriella, who is it?" A voice from inside spoke – Frankie.

"They're back." She spoke, not taking her cold eyes off you. You heard more approaching footsteps and sure enough, Frankie came into view, an annoyed look on her face.

"What do you two want?" She questioned, her voice sharp.

"Funny. We were wondering the same thing." You retorted.

"You were wondering what you wanted?" Gabriella asked. You rolled your eyes.

"We were wondering what you wanted." You clarified, sending the raven-haired girl a glare.

"We wish to be left alone." Frankie admitted. You glanced at Harry.

"How do you mean?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Sheng and Onnika appeared behind them, crowding the doorway.

"We finally got control of this place, and then you two show up." Frankie complained. "We're the 'b' team."

"Actually, more like 'c' or 'd' team, but whatever." You muttered under your breath. She didn't hear you, but Gabriella might have, seeing as she sent you a glare.

"So, since you two showed up, spending a lot of time around Ursula's Fish and Chips shop, we naturally became nervous that we would lose control." Frankie explained.

You rolled your eyes, unsympathetic. "Does the Isle need to be in someone's control?" You asked. Frankie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Look, we're just sick of being nobody's, alright? I'm sick of being in the shadows. First my father's,-"

"Literally." You muttered.

"-then Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos, and you guys." She admitted. You turned to Harry, having a silent conversation, before turning back to the quartet.

"Look, we'll leave you be. Just remember that no one needs to be in control. It's not always best."

"In this case it might be." Frankie replied shortly. You frowned slightly, taking that into consideration briefly, before turning and walking away, Harry on your heels. Once out of earshot, he spoke up.

"Well that went well."

"I told you. Nothing to worry about." You told him, turning to face him with a smirk. "Now, about Uma." You noted to yourself in a whisper. You were pulled to an abrupt stop by a pressure on your forearm. You turned, seeing Harry with his hand wrapped around it.

"We don't have to. It's pretty clear she doesn't want to come back." He spoke quietly. You stared up at him in shock.

"Oh." You replied softly. You both stood in silence for a moment. "Well, we could give it one last shot; say goodbye." You offered. Harry looked away in thought. You stood there patiently, waiting for him to come to a decision. He finally turned to look at you.

"One last shot." He agreed, releasing your arm. You nodded and started making your way to Ursula's Fish and Chips shop, mentally preparing what you were gonna say in your head. You pushed open the doors moments later, your eyes immediately settling on the bright blue hair of the woman in question. You looked up at Harry for a final confirmation, saying with your eyes, 'this is your last chance to turn back.'

Harry stepped forward, you following close behind. Harry approached Uma. She stopped what she was doing for a few seconds before realizing who it was, and continued to work.

"Uma, I just wanted to tell you that we're leaving." Harry started. Uma remained silent. Harry looked back at you for instruction. You nodded your head, urging him to continue. "I, we, were wondering if you'd like to come with us."

Uma remained silent as she walked away, to the back of the shop. Harry looked back at you again, and you urged him forward. He walked quickly after her, disappearing behind some doors. The temptation to eavesdrop was intense, but you resisted, instead picking at your nails.

The minutes drug on at their normal pace, but to you it felt like time had slowed to half-speed. You watched the clock tick on, every other sound just a white noise in the distance. The ticking reminded you of the clock that had gotten eaten by a crocodile many years ago.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the doors open. Your head whipped around in that direction, but who emerged was either Harry, or Uma. You sighed and took a seat at the counter, pouring a little salt into your hand and playing with it. The door opened again and you turned, slightly less urgently than before, seeing Harry emerge, looking rather disgruntled.

A frown immediately made its way onto your face, taking over your features in a concerned fashion. You stood and walked over, throwing the salt in your hand onto someone's meal.

"Thanks!" They shouted. You glanced back at them and gave a polite smile, before the frown came back. You quickened your paces, meeting Harry.

"Are you alright?" You asked. He nodded, looking up at you. You frowned. "Let's get outta here." You said. He nodded again, and you placed your hand on his back, guiding him in the direction of the door. You looked back to the back, seeing Uma. You sent her a displeased look, continuing on your way.

Once outside, you turned to look at Harry. "Are you okay?" You echoed yourself from earlier. He nodded.

"Yeah. She made her choice." He shrugged. "I made mine." You nodded.

"Shall we go?" You inquired. Harry nodded again.

"Lead the way."

He followed you, you had decided to take the longer route to get one last look around, until you approached the hidden limo. Reaching up, you pulled the tarp off, revealing the limo. You climbed inside, Harry sliding in next to you, and started the car.