An hour-ish later...

"MAAAAAAAALLLLLL!" Harry sings through the town as he pushes people out of his way, upturning bins and kicking baskets, "Dragon!" He staggers, doing his best to imitate his codfish father when the asshole was shitfaced. Might as well make a scene.

"What the fuck man?!" Jay after he pushes his way through to Harry. His sword already in his hand. "What the fuck are you doing in our territory?"

"Ah, Jay!" Harry grins wildly as he growls and snaps his teeth together, "I be here lookin' ta fight! We be ah havin' somethin' that be ah belong'in to ya."

Jay frowns, "What the fuck-"

"You mean belongs to me, right?" Mal asks from behind Harry, knife poised over his kidney.

"Ah wee Dragon, I be ah knowin' if I were ah loud enough I could be ah drivin' ya from yer den." Harry whoops as he holds his hands up, sashaying his hips from side to side. Anything to keep up his crazed reputation.

"What did you do with Carlos?" Evie demands after she finishes applying lip gloss with a smack of her lips.

"Oh! The pup! We uh," He laughs maniacally, "We nicked him."

"No shit!" Mal hisses, her knife pressing into his side deeper.

"Where is he!" Jay rushes forward, grabbing Harry's sword from his chest belt.

"Where ya be ah thinkin' we be keepin' prisoners?" Harry laughs maniacally, "He be in he Brigg."

"What do you want." Mal presses the further into him.

"Hold up Mal." Jay narrows his eyes as he walks forward and pulls Harry's sword from his chest belt. "E." He holds it up behind him.

"On it." Evie bats her long eyelashes, as she runs over to take it. "Although this totally clashes with my outfit, ya know."

"Where's his hook?" Mal asks suspiciously.

"He ain't stupid, he knew we were gonna catch him with that scene." Jay shrugs.

Mal narrows her eyes. "Why not just send a low-level messenger."

"Ya be thinkin' Uma be trustin' naught but me ta be deliverin' this message?"

"Think she'd be smarter than to send us a trade- But then this is Uma we're talking about."

"I be ah thinkin' ya don'nah be soundin' all that interested in the pup. How sad for him." Harry catches Jay's gaze, holding his ground for a long moment before he turns his head to the left. They'd never had to use this signal before, but he prays to every sea god and goddess he'd ever heard of that Jay would get the message.

Jay's eyes widened slightly for a fraction of a second. His eyes dart around before they land on something in the distance. "Don't be stupid." He warns Harry before he walks towards a line of clothes.

"What the fuck does that mean." Mal snaps. "What the fuck did you do to him?"

Harry lets out another maniacal bark of laughter. "Lets jus' be sayin' we be havin' a much cleaner Brigg."

Evie gaspes as she steps forward with a fire he'd never seen in the princess's eyes as she slaps him so hard it echoes around the street.

"The pretty princess be ah havin' ah fighter's spirit," Harry frowns as he nods in appreciation, "Good ta be ah knowin' ya ain'nah just ah pretty face."

Evie growls as she balls her fist together and punches him in the chin, so hard she spins as Harry stumbles into Mal.

Jay grabs Evie by her arm to balance her, "E, don't break a damn nail and summon the wrath of your fuckin' mother."

Evie sniffs indignantly, "But-" She growls, the sound so feral it took Harry off guard.

"E." Mal snaps at her.

Evie lets out an indignant huff but clamps her mouth shut, her jaw tense.

Jay gives Evie a look of warning before he releases her, "Turn him Mal, let's get him restrained." He nods as he holds a length of stolen clothesline out up, "Sounds like we're going to be doing a trade."

"You heard him." Mal sneers. "Turn." She digs the blade in a smidge deeper. "Now."

Jay, quickly binding his hands behind his back. The side of their eyes meet for a before Jay tilts his head to the left as if cracking it.

Harry swallows a sigh of relief after that, and when the bonds aren't quite as strong as they should be. Jay had remembered after all. Good. One less thing he had to worry about.

"I did'nah be knowin' this group be gettin' so kinky." He waggles his brows at Mal before he's yanked back by the ropes.

"Shut up." Jay cuffs the back of Harry's head before he nods to Mal, "We're good."

"Then march you fucking moronic drunk." Mal kicks Harry's back hard enough to make him stumble. "Now." She growls.

Harry obligingly walks, though he makes it more of a saunter as he follows the barked orders. When he sees the crowd dispersing he grins.

Mal and Evie position behind him, as if he would run now. He can't help but shudder from the intense-Whatever- That was rolling off their princess. Maybe he had gone too far by mentioning the cleaning?

After several tense blocks, Harry spots a good side alley, one he knew was a dead end, "Oh… I be ah guppie for brains… I be ah forgettin' ta be tellin' ya the best part."

Jay growls as he grabs Harry by the front of his jacket and shoves him down the alley, "Enough games pirate!" He shouts into his face.

Mal's eyes narrow, as she and Evie block the exit of the ally. Their eyes dark as they glare daggers at him.

"Aye," Harry nods before he laughs and leans forward, "Ya be needin' ta punch me mate." He whispers into Jay's ear before he pulls back and laughs again.

Jay doesn't hesitate as a right swing connects with Harry's jaw.

Harry shakes his head and laughs, "That all ya be ah havin'?" He laughs and leans forward again, "Senior took Deez."

Jay's eyes narrow as he glares at Harry with a look of pure 'fuck you' before he swings again. He bends the pirate over to bring his knee to his stomach. "Stop fucking with us."

Harry coughs as he laughs. He could tell Jay was holding back, but they both knew they had to make the show a good one for Mal and anyone else that might linger. "Book Club." He coughs again, spitting out blood as it welled from a cut on his lip.

"That's where you pounced on my fucking pup." Mal's fists shaking with uncontained rage. "Imma fucking kill him." She growls.

"Mal! Let's get the story before we kill him." Jay rolls his eyes.

"I meant fuckin' T." Mal snaps. "He was s'posed to be with them."

Jay growls as he looks around, his eyes hitting every possible hiding place before he shoves Harry into the wall. "Talk rat!"

"He were," Harry nods as he inches up the wall with one shoulder, "an we ain'nah takin' yer pup, now that we ain'nah bein' spied on," he takes a slow, deep breath, testing the pain in his side, "It be where Senior be ah pouncin' on Deez."

"Liar." Evie hisses. "What did you do to him." She steps forward with clenched fists.

"I know we ah be ah concerned with reps. Why ya be ah thinkin' it had ta be me?" Harry faces Evie squarely, "Ya be ah needin' ta be fuckin' me up to be ah gettin' this story ta be nothin' more than gang shit. But be ah belivin' me, ya pup be in trouble and be needin' his pack."

That seems to take the wind out of her sails. She takes a half step back as she studies him carefully for a moment. "Trouble?" She asks her voice much lower as her eyes drop to the ground.

"Look, ya don'nah be trustin' me, fair." Harry shrugs, "But Senior be ah showin' up at the club and it be ah sendin' the pup…" His eyes widen, "I dun'nah even be ah knowin' what it be doin' to him, but Gil could'nah be leavin' him like that, so he be brinin' him back ta me."

"Gil?" Mal demands in confusion. "What the fuck was he doing over there?"

"Bo-" He stops at the violent jerk on his ropes.

"Does it fucking matter?" Jay rolls his eyes. "You know how long C can… Ya know."

"Be freakin' the fuck out?" Harry shakes his head, "It ain'nah being pretty."

Evie turns on her heels, hair fanning out gorgeously. "We need to go to the beach."

"Aye, me Cap'in be saying we be tradin' there." Harry nods.

Mal narrows her eyes suspiciously, bristling before she sighs. "Move." She turns as she starts heading in the direction of the beach.

"Aye dragon, ya be bein' the boss lady." Harry nods as he follows after her.

The four fall into silence as they walk behind the purple-haired leader.

Harry lifts his brow when the princess eventually steps next to him her hands twisting nervously in front of her. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen the girl so ill composed. The frown looked out of place on her painted lips as she struggled with something.

"Princess?" He whispers, unable to stop himself from prompting her to continue. Usually, he enjoyed their nasty back and forth, but this was not the time. Right now it hurt his heart to see her so, unsure of herself.

She chews her lip nervously. "Did you give him something to clean?" She whispers her eyes never straying from Mal's back. Desperation laced in her tone.

Harry's eyes soften in sudden understanding. It was good to know the isle's ice princess did have a heart after all. "Aye, we could'nah be figurin' out how else ta be keepin' him from…" his voice fades even softer, "It were the only thing that be ah stoppin' him from... Ya know..."

"Thank you," Evie whispers gently with her hands over her chest. She holds his gaze for a heartbeat before she falls back into step behind them with a look he can only describe as relief.

At least he'd worked some of his nerves out. Mal's gang was at least good for that. And there was Uma's promise to look forward to once this was all resolved.