Sup Descendants!

Hope all of you guys are doing well! We know how overwhelming life can get in a few short days, for instance, my engine caught on fire on Friday. Wasn't expecting that, so... Yeah...

Oh look I can do short intros. Learn something new every day.

-Twisted


A few days later… And ungodly early in the morning...

T can't help the smirk as he closes the door to the hold, his boots squelching from the water still dripping off of him. He had been pissed when he'd first heard about Ursala's plans for the reconstruction.

But now? Now, he'd turned an OV's shit show against them. He wasn't sure if Uma would throttle him for being stupid enough to defy Ursula like this, or be amused. Either way, he was sure it wouldn't be entirely unappreciated.

He takes the stairs two at a time, high with glee that he'd managed to tie Uma's hands once again. His emerald eyes bright with mischief.

The ship needed wood, and fuck Ursula. It was that simple. Uma would hate it, but in the end, she'd see where he was coming from. It was one of his favorite things about her. Her eventual acceptance that he'd done something useful. Even if she loathed the steps. There weren't many people on the isle that could swallow their pride or ego. It was what he appreciated the most about her. Even if it was just part of her paying back her debt to him.

Mal, however? Par for the VK course. Not that it bothered him, he knew Mal was still suspicious as fuck of him. Her violent outbursts when she didn't understand why he did something stopped bothering him a long time ago. He expected it. And for some reason enjoyed doing shit for her and her gang just to elicit the reaction. He liked being the one occasionally doing the confusing, instead of just being confused.

Uma's reaction though? Spot fucking hit.

"If'n it ain't the big dick himself, walking the ship like he owns it." A rough voice calls out.

T looks around the deck before his eyes settle on Tim. "Funny, only dick I see around here is you." He states dryly.

"Ya think yer somethin' real special don't ya, trickin' the captain into letting you roam the ship, tricking the boss lady into letting ya hold a knife on ah man while he be ah eatin'."

T tilts his head to the side trying to figure out if the man was seriously that ignorant, or just stupid before he settles on the latter. "Fucktard. If you think the Captain can be that easily duped your a fucking bigger idiot than I thought. And as for the knife incident, well, just don't be a disgusting fucking pig, and it won't happen again. At least not for the same reason, anyways."

"You threatenin' me ya little guppy?" Tim glares as his hand hovers near his waist.

"Why," T smirks at him, "Feeling threatened? Some fucking pirate you are." He crosses his arms as his eyes sweep over the old man judgmentally. "Tch. I'd put my daggers on Shrimpy having more balls than you." He rebukes. Huh. He had no idea this fuck was a part of Uma's crew. Whoops. This was new. Wouldn't say it was awful. But was certainly something he would have to keep in mind for the future. He'd never been confronted by an adult on the ship. They usually just left each other alone.

"Look here ya lousy snot-nosed shit, yer days here are numbered. So if I were you I'd get out while the gettin's good."

T's eyes widen in mock surprise. "You know how to count?"

Before Tim can answer they're both surprised by laughter.

"Oh aye, he can be ah countin'. Uma be the cap'in, I be number one. Gil be number two. Which be ah makin' you…" Harry glares at Tim.

"A member o' the crew." Tim reluctantly continues.

"Aye, that it do." Harry folds his arms over his chest, "So be ah good pirate and be shovin' off mate."

"Aye," Tim grumbles as he sends T a nasty snarl before he shoves passed him, pushing T into the wall on his way up the stairs.

Harry remains silent as his eyes follow Tim up the stairs. When his back disappears he turns to T, "He still be ah havin' torn sails over the chip shop?"

"'Parently." T shrugs. Not his problem if the man couldn't listen. And disrespected the hell outta Uma by fucking up the shop while she was fucking exhausted. He'd warned everyone in that shop to knock it the fuck off. Not his problem if they didn't take him seriously.

They fucking did now.

"I'll be ah tellin' him ta be backin' off or the cap'in be ah hearin' 'bout it." Harry rolls his eyes as he pushes off the wall.

"Tch." T shrugs, "S'not worth it." He waves his hand dismissively. "She's got enough on her fuckin' plate. I don't give a shit what that deaf fuck has to say. It doesn't ruffle my sails any." And he meant it. It was annoying, sure, but manageable.

"If ya be ah wantin' ta be handlin' it yerself, ya be ah havin' that right." Harry shrugs.

"Nothin' ta be handlin'." T shrugs, "No offense to your crew. I get it's pretty slim pickings when it comes to her options."

"Oh aye, that certainly be ah lookin' like ah whole lot o' nothing." Harry chuckles before he waves his hand in front of him, "But if that be how ya be ah feeling, I be ah havin' more pressin' questions."

T tilts his head to the side. That was blunt. Huh. "Sup?"

"What ya be ah doing in the hold?"

"What I usually do in the hold? Drop shit off." He shrugs, his eyes sweeping over him innocently.

"James seems ta be ah thinkin' ya be havin' a fuck ton o' wood ya be ah droppin' off."

"Well, James wouldn't be blind then."

"I see." Harry chuckles before he looks up at T with an unusually stern face, "Where ya be ah gettin' the wood T?"

T looks away from Harry's penetrating eyes. "It fell off the barge." He shrugs.

Harry crosses his arms over his chest again as he slides closer, "Oooh did it now?" He gives T a side look, "And I don'nah be supposin' ya be havin' anything ta be doin' with the fallin'?"

"Nope." T grins. It wasn't completely a lie. Technically the goblins had pushed it into the water. Sure he may have helped it along by giving them something to give their 'queen'. Hoping Mal would find the gift useful at least. It had been one of his favorite fucking daggers too. But it had been totally worth it if it meant fixing the damn Revenge.

"Uh-huh." Harry sighs as he drops his arms to his sides, "Ya don'nah be thinkin' I want ta be stoppin' this stupid expansion whaleshit?"

T frowns, unsure how to answer the loaded, and he hoped rhetorical question. "I mean, I would assume..." He says hesitantly.

"Aye, I just don'nah be wantin' anythin' bad ta be comin' back on me lady cap'in."

Ah. That's what this was about. "I ain't that stupid." He huffs in offense. "Not tryin' to cause more problems. Just fix the ones I can." He shrugs, "And as it turns out, this one could be."

Harry slowly nods, "I would'nah be ah good first mate if I did'nah be houndin' ya fer answers." He shrugs, "Just had ta be hearin' it from yer own lips."

"Fair." T nods, "Well, it's not like they dumped all of it into the sea… Not that they weren't going too. They definitely offered." He leans against the wall. "The goblins aren't scared of the sea bitch with the Mistress of Evil on their side." He crosses his arms over his chest. "And compared to the amount being shipped over, I doubt the shit I collected- From the ocean, by the way, would really constitute much looking into…" He shifts in discomfort. "Wanna see?" He asks after a moment's thought, "Since you're concerned I'm a complete ass hole? When really I'm just half of one."

"Don'nah be bein' like that." Harry chuckles, "But sure, I be ah lovin' if ya could be ah showin' me the spoils ya be ah fishin' from the ocean."

T snorts before he turns and heads back down the stairs. "I hid it anyways. Figured you guys could fix up the Revenge after the shop gets its completely unnecessary upgrade. Since ya know, it would look hella bad if ya fixed it now." He comments dryly.

"That be ah smart thinkin'." Harry nods as he follows after T.

"Sometimes." T shrugs. "Gives you guys time to warp it too."

"Gil me lad is gonna be real happy ta be hearin' he can be ah gettin' back ta work with the ship," Harry chuckles, "When he ain'nah workin' the swords with a certain fire princess an' all."

"And practicing drawing, and whittling wood, and learning new songs on his flute, and figurin' out how to read." T continues in amusement. He'd never really thought about it before, but Gil had a fuck ton of hobbies to keep himself out of trouble and from getting lonely when the other two worked the shop. Good. Idle time alone was fucking awful.

"Kid do be ah likin' ta be busy it seems." Harry frowns, "And it be ah keepin' him away from the shop the way Uma be ah wantin'." He winks, "But again, his favorite seems ta be any time spent on that little piece o' paradise Deez be ah makin'."

T smiles. Of course the Sea Three, or at least Hook, would see Hyades' sanctuary as paradise. He couldn't blame them. It was nice to just get the fuck away from everything every once in a while. "Isn't that true for all of you?" He asks as he walks past Hook and walks through the dark room without so much as stumbling. He was proud of how much shit he'd collected for them over the years and was excited for the day they'd finally get to utilize it. The Revenge the closest thing to true freedom they would probably ever taste.

"Aye, I do be supposin' it be true." Harry grins before he stumbles into a crate, "How ya be ah findin' anythin' in here without ya be havin' ah light?"

"I put most this shit in here, and organized the rest." T shrugs, "I spend a lot of time down here." He starts pulling out the hidden wood. One large piece after another, before he has a stack that comes up to his hip, and was probably as tall as Hyades and just as wide. "That's all of it." He pats the stack. "I mean if ya can see it…" He mocks.

Harry mockingly laughs in a high pitch, "Ya be thinkin' ya be ah real riot ya do."

"Inaccurate." T grins, "I don't think it, I know it."

Harry rolls his eyes, "Ya know, I'd be feelin' ah bit more witty if I were'nah bein' busy bein' impressed. This be ah good haul mate."

T preens at the compliment, glad for the darkness. "So, not pissed then?"

"I ain'nah bein' pissed at all."

"Good." T nods. And he was happy to hear it. He'd been concerned the two of them, Uma and Hook

"We just be ah needin' ta be tellin' Uma now."

"Sounds like a 'num'bah' one kind of problem to me." T taunts.

"What sounds like a job for my number one?" Uma calls out as she easily walks the pathway to join them, "I was looking for you and Tim said he saw ya come down here."

T stands up straighter as he salutes Uma, "And I'm out." He pats Harry's back on the way out. "Laters."

"No T, don'nah be doin' this ta me." Harry pleads as he tries to snatch T and hold him close.

T laughs as he easily dodges Harry's frantic grabs, "So much for pirates having night vision."

"Where did all this wood come from?" Uma asks just before T can make it out of the hold.

"T be ah doin' it." Harry quickly points out, "But it be ah good haul he be ah fishin' up from the sea."

"Tch." T rolls his eyes. "Way to throw someone under the ship, Hook."

"Ya stayin' or goin' T?" Uma asks as she struggles to hold a straight face.

"And I'm out." T dips out.


Hey guys!

Seems Twisted and I have switched author notes. Poor Twisted's car though right? She and that car have been through a lot together, so it's loss is felt.

Anyway, question time!

What do you think of T's new nemesis?

Did you enjoy Harry and T's interaction as they explored the hold?

Are you surprised T 'found' wood that 'fell' off the barge?

Do you think Uma found it amusing?

Let us know your thoughts. :)

We'll be back soon with another chapter and songlist.

Lots of love Descendants!

-Dark-