The second Harriet steps onto the Lost Revenge she is met with swords at the neck.

"Can I not see my brother peacefully?" she taunts the crew members around her, raising her hands submissively in the air away from her sword.

"I have doubts that your visit will be peaceful" Uma tells her from where she watches leaning casually against the main mast.

"It's not you that I have a problem with" Harriet assures her.

Uma nods her head, she is aware of the fact already, but she fixes her with a warning look. This is her ship after all.

Not one to break protocol unless completely necessary, Harriet unsheathes her sword and hands it to a waiting crew member. When the weapon is out of her hands the swords immediately withdraw from her neck.

"Good security system" she says as she makes her way over to Uma who waits for her.

"You're lucky your brother wasn't up here; he wouldn't have been quite so gentle" Uma considers as they set off below decks.

Harriet scoffs not finding it difficult to picture having a hook to her throat and her arm twisted behind her back. "What have you done with him?"

"Kept him in my quarters all day" Uma tells her.

"I assume you have the same stance about him working as I do?" she asks.

"Less passionately" Uma admits. "He's stronger than you give him credit for."

"It's not his strength I'm worried about" Harriet sets her jaw. Part of her is annoyed that her brother's captain still allowed him to work while he is ill, but this is the Isle of the Lost after all – it's not like they have much choice. "He's incredibly stubborn."

"Don't worry, I've kept an eye on him" Uma dismisses the slightly pointed tone. "Why else do you think he's been with me most of the day?"

"Fuck" Harry curses quietly as his sister steps into the room, followed by his captain who chuckles at his reaction.

Harriet doesn't find any humour in the situation, seeing her brother pushing himself straighter in his chair from where he had been slumped over a desk, resting his head in one hand. "You said you were going to rest today."

"And I'm also a compulsive liar" Harry is quick to point out.

Harriet says nothing verbally, choosing to glare at him as she leans her weight on one hip and crosses her arms over her chest.

"And who's to say that I wasn't going to after this?" he continues in his sister's silence.

"Well, were you?" Harriet puckers her lips sassily, looking him up and down.

Harry sighs and looks away from her, clear that he wasn't planning to.

"You're lucky that Uma kept you in here and out of trouble. I doubt you could win in a fight" Harriet says as she marches over to him at the desk.

"Wanna go up to the deck and find out?" all attempts of him taunting his sister are cut short as she stands in front of him and places her hand onto his forehead.

Uma watches in surprise as Harry closes his eyes defeatedly and submits to her touch. She would have at least thought that he would try and either duck or try to bat her hand away. Though at his easy compliance she considers that he may be worse off than she'd thought.

Not liking the heat that she finds, Harriet shakes her head and withdraws her hand to whack him playfully across the head. He makes a noise of protest, opening his eyes and now batting her hand away in fair game.

"You're coming back with me. You need rest" she demands.

"The working day isn't done" he reminds her. "I'll rest afterwards."

"For you it is" Uma choses that point to cut in. "If I had known you promised your sister that you would rest, I would never have let you stay." Uma turns to Harriet with a look of apology in her eyes.

"Come on, Harry" Harriet nods her head to the door.

Harry makes the mistake of groaning frustratedly which sets him coughing chestily into his elbow. Harriet stands calmly on the spot until she realises that the coughing fit has gone on for longer than she'd expected for it to. Nervously she turns toward Uma and finds her filling a cup with water from a pitcher on a table.

As Uma makes her way toward him the coughing dies down and she hands him over the cup. While he drinks Uma flicks her eyes over to Harriet, a clear sign that his cough is getting progressively worse.

"No more complaining" Uma says when he puts the cup down. "If you could beat this without proper rest you would have kicked it by now."

No longer seeing the point in arguing, Harry nods as he stands up. "Where are we going, your ship or back home?" he asks his sister.

"My ship. There is no way I'm letting dad see you like this" she tells him.

"Then why can't I just stay here?"

"Not that I doubt that Uma would keep a good eye on you, but I know that you'll find a way to work on something around here" she justifies as she moves her arm behind his back to guide him out of the captain's quarters.

"Uma, she's going to hold me captive" he complains in a way in which she finds somewhat endearing.

"And you will let her" she instructs as she walks out with them, following them up to the deck. "Make sure you get some proper rest. Take tomorrow off if you need to, but I don't want to see you until after noon tomorrow at least."

Harry nods solemnly as they step into the daylight. Harriet continues to lead him through the crew on the deck to the gangplank where Uma gives Harriet back her sword after retrieving it from a crewmate.

Harriet nods to her in thanks and curtsies in mockery "thank you, for your hospitality."

Uma laughs and flashes her a smile with a nod, before turning to her first mate and uttering words that the Isle's rules on sympathy forbid. "Feel better, Harry."