A/N: So this is set out of canon with the Uma et al still on the Isle. Everyone gets a Christmas Tree right?
Enjoy!
It was Christmas and the harbour was bitter. The wind coming through the Strait of Ursula was icy cold and from the Isle you can see that snow had blanketed the other island. The Isle on the other hand had vicious sleet, icy winds and bitter frost hardening the ground.
Uma had huddled down in the ship, the thick blankets that had been so kindly donated by Auradon Royalty were giving her some level of warmth. It vanished briefly as Harry and Gil blew into the cabin. The trio had separated from their families on this very icy day and had brought themselves to the Jolly Roger for a brief pre-Christmas meet.
With them they had brought unexpected gifts.
Gil was dragging a rather ratty looking Christmas tree with him and Harry was balancing two boxes atop one another as they made their way into the Captain's Cabin. The ship wasn't entirely draught proof, and while it was usually blissful in the sticky Auradon summers, it was bordering on hellish in the cold winter months.
Uma had been warming up extra blankets for the boys and soon enough the two had abandoned what they had brought in and wrapped themselves up in the rugs, the three sat in close proximity on the lumpy bed.
"Whatcha got." Uma hummed, looking at the box.
"Presents. Oh, I should get one of them out." Harry left the triangle and hurried over to the old ironcast stove which had a small flame flickering desperately inside. There was a crackle as more wood was added and they were soon huddled around the stove, with a battered newly acquired kettle sat atop it.
"Where'd you get that?" Gil quizzed, watching the steam starting to curl out of the spout.
"Filched it from Jafar's." Harry shrugged and both of his friends let out a low whistle. To steal from Jay and Jafar was a feat worth celebrating.
They all started to move, staying closer to the fire than before but still close to one another. The kettle started to whistle to alert them that it was more than hot enough now and Uma fished out the coffee granules she had prepared.
"Sprout coffee?" Gil sniffed as she opened the tub.
"It's Christmas!" She said almost defensively.
"It's great I've missed sprout coffee!" He said eagerly and while he waited for Harry to stir the hot drinks, he stood the tree upright. There were popcorn garlands pulled out from the box as the drinks were sniffed appreciatively, and held in cold fingers. The rings of dried clementine were lost amongst the much preferred fishbones and banana peels. Round brown orbs had clearly been picked from the tiny spit of land below Uma's house because she recognised the undetermined crustacean species that washed up down there.
She started to hook loops through the empty shells, and hang them on the branches.
The trio rummaged between last years boxes, this years box of goodies while savouring the coffee and enjoying the crackle and spit of the wood in the stove. They chatted animatedly, whether it was about the Tremaines on the other side of the Isle, or how to get Dragon Prep back for the latest prank, or even what came in on the barges the day before while decorating the tree. Finally it was deemed finished, and the sad little branches of before had been festooned in paper, greenery, baubles and there was even a small huddle of candles flickering nearby to set the scene even more.
Finishing her second cup of sprout coffee, Uma stood back to admire her tree, wrapping her blanket around her shoulders once more and smiling softly at the warmth it evoked in her.
No matter what her mama might make her work on Christmas Day, she had right now, with her boys and their tree, in their ship. It felt like home.