I'M BA-ACK!

That is probably my favorite Mal line...

Prompts, come! Come to meeeee!

Yep, lost it a long time ago... Let's just get on with it. So an AU where Uma lives under the sea... just... humor me...

So I like to imagine Descendants Ursula looks more a Once Upon a Time Ursula because of Uma (you can just look it up online if you haven't watched OUAT. {I haven't}) so that's what I'm imagining. Also cuz Ursula IS Triton's sister...

Coco378... *pats head* It's alright. I'm back. Just relax, my friend. I am here.

I told you guys I lost it a long time ago... I tell you why after the story because you probably don't want me ranting much longer.

Up Where They Walk

"These dishes aren't gonna wash themselves!"

Uma groaned at her mother's snap, before she grabbed another tray to serve to a merman who was tapping the table impatiently. She didn't understand why merfolk bothered eating down here. It was so much better to eat in cool, fresh air...

Uma pushed away those thoughts as her tentacle swiped a dirty dish. Why the water didn't clean it immediately, she chalked it up to the magic the merfolk all possessed.

Whatever. She sighed and filled out another order absentmindedly. Although there were other workers, Ursula tended to use Uma -her own daughter- like a slave. After the whole disown kinda thing, Grandpa Posidon decided to give a little pity and allow Ursula to own a chip shop (of all things) just outside the city of Atlantica.

"Waitress!" A elder mermaid called. Uma's attention snapped back as she lifted a tentacle to refill the kelp-coffee (again, stupid merfolk magic...) and ignored how disgusted the lady looked at her appearance.

And you look so much better, Uma thought bitterly. She waited until, finally, the clock read two-thirty. Thank you Ariel for modern technology, she thanked her cousin, who, after marrying Eric, had not forgetten about her people under the sea.

Twenty years later, they were caught up with the rest of the world.

She rushed to get out of the shop and to the little home around back, shimmy off the frock she used as a waitress, into a blue blouse with gold trim (she despised wearing just a sea shell bra, along with her mother. Modesty is important) and was out. She sighed, jetting herself along the colored reef and saying hi to her cousin Morgan, who was out swimming with Chaos, Danger, and Uriah.

The two rays glided up to her, and she giggled as the other cecaelia quirked an eyebrow. Uriah snapped her teeth, obviously unhappy about how rays were getting more attention than a shark.

"Nows when you wonder when Floatsam and Jetsam find a girl," Morgan said.

Uma laughed dryly. "As if. Ursula won't let her 'precious babies' out of her sight." She crossed her arms. "Though she says she'll want little minions someday."

Morgan gasped mockingly. "Minions?! Hasn't she ever gone for just pets?" Uma laughed, shaking her head as she waved and continued on.

Once she was sure no one was following her (and Morgan, who was the only other soul who knew about her little escapes, had managed to confuse anyone trying to) she made a quick left, heading for the dangerous cove where thousands of ships laid, sunk.

She smiled as she saw a Auradonian ship, the telltale cannon ball hole right through the crest.Looks like a pirate attack. But since there were no bodies, she could only assume one certain bunch of pirates.

Either the Jolly Rodger, the Wasp, or the Lost Revenge had passed by. Uma smiled and dove inside, hoping for the former.

"Hope Harriet's not trying to outdo him again," Uma muttered to herself. She sighed one more time before searching around, and smiling again at the quite easy-to-spot blue chest. She threw open the lid, and anticlimactically, no fish swam out. But then again, this ship was newly sunk.

She found some trinkets and treasure that made her grin. A pretty conch shell, an old English coin. She placed a few of the pretty necklaces around herself, wrapping some around her waist as well. Uma took out what seemed a bunch of wood slabs, but she knew better.

This was what she came for. The messages hidden and locked away only to be discovered by her.

Uma pulled out the first part, holding the others tenderly with her tentacles as she began to read.

Dear Uma,

Oh, how I've longed to see you again. It's been such a long time, hasn't it? A year. Just too long for me.

Harriet Co. sunk this beauty, which, by the way, was so smartly named The Beauty, but she let me place this here. She keeps wanting to start another rivalry, but I pass it off. I cannot afford The Lost Revenge to take another beating like that.

My father still won't let CJ get a ship yet. It's so funny, since she already has a little crush (some kid named Zevon. Sounds like a laundry detergent, right?) and a first mate. Freddie is pushy too, though I'm not sure a voodoo witch doctor's daughter would be a great first mate. But she's fourteen, which is way too young to be captain. Though she wants to pretend she's older.

Alright, I'm prattling about nothing again, aren't I? I miss you, darling. It's been too long for me to wait. Neverland isn't any fun without you.

I've been so distracted we almost lost a raid. A pretty little supply boat from Cinderellasburg. But they had those gorgeous necklaces I snitched for you, dear. Made for a princess. I hope you like them.

I must make this short. I'm sorry. We're planning a large raid on one of those big yatchs. They've got loads of loot, and I'm betting that there's not a lot of crew.

I love you, my sea queen. I hope we can meet again soon.

~Harry

Uma frowned, blinking her eyes as she stared upward. Harry was always busy, no doubt being a young pirate captain came with duties. But they haven't seen each other in forever.

She grabbed a seashell-shaped purse she found and stuffed it with everything in the chest. Everything that Harry had gotten for her. She slowly swam upward.

Up to the surface.

Because she had a plan.

A plan that would include a loved one, a thrilling adventure, a search, and of course, a pinch of magic.

The End... Or Is It?

Yes there will be a part 2. Don't worry. Just getting it the mood of things again.

And yes, requests please. I. Need. Ideas. My brain was sucked out by these aliens from the planet Back-To-School, called Summer Reading and Algebra, and I need some help fighting for it back. *puts up fists* COME AND GET ME YOU SCHOOL MONSTERS!

Anyway, yeah... *runs down hallway* I'M COMING FOR YOU! GIVE ME MY BRAIN CELLS BACK! NO MERCYYYYYY!