Author's Note: Sorry guys, just a short one this week. I had planned on posting another one but I didn't want to have two darker topics right next to each other, so I wrote this one instead.

If you want more Descendants fanfiction to fill your week, go check out my new story Dyscalculia – I really enjoyed writing that one.


The argument had been going on for awhile now, but Uma had been tuning it out. It was one of the rare nice days on the Isle and the crew hung around on the deck of the Lost Revenge, enjoying the rays of sun.

Uma sat on the steps on the deck watching the crew. Some fished off the back of the ship, others sparred with their swords, while a few were quickly finishing off their chores so they could come and enjoy the sun.

Currently what drew her eye was a group of pirates sitting in a circle in front of her, playing a game of cards. Over the last few minutes an argument had been going on around the circle accusing people of cheating. It hadn't fazed Uma initially, the crew argued all the time, but it's insistence on continuing was getting annoying.

"For the last time, I don't have it!" one member complains after they passed on their turn, unable to put any cards down in the game of Sevens.

"Well the rest of us don't!" another retaliates. "Why would we stitch ourselves up?"

"Exactly!" the first member yells. "Why would I stitch myself up?"

An overlap of voices yell across the circle, none of them listening to others trying to get them to calm down.

"Alright!" Uma stands up from the top step, towering over the group. At the sound of authority in her voice everyone in the circle freezes and goes quiet, watching their Captain as she comes down the steps. "What card is missing?"

"Seven of Spades, Captain" one crew member answers.

"Everyone put down your hands" Uma instructs.

Obeying the order, they all lower their hands, murmurs starting to breakout when they realise no one has it.

"Someone will be sitting on it" one of them suggests.

"Stand up then" Uma commands, gesturing frustratedly for them to get up after they remain sitting still. Feeling like she's commanding a bunch of five-year-olds.

After the scramble to stand up, the group move their feet checking for the card underneath their shoes.

"It's not here" one voice stands out from the confused mumbles.

Uma scoffs and shakes her head before climbing back up the stairs on the deck.

"Alright! Everyone, listen up!" Uma yells, her voice carrying out across the deck. At the command all the crew look over and she nods her head, gesturing for them to file in. As they do, she explains, "it has come to my attention that we are missing a card. The Seven of Spades."

She looks down at the group now obediently standing in front of her. "First one to bring me back a new one gets tomorrow off their chores!"

A smile spreads across her face as the crew immediately turn tails and scramble off the ship, pushing each other out of the way. The Isle is a tough place to live and it's funny how having one card to complete a deck, could make it just that little bit better.