Heya Descendants,

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A week later...

This pace was going to be the death of her. The death of Harry. The death of her sweet boy. The death of all of them. She was convinced of it. That was exactly what her mother wanted. For them to be worked to death. Because they were still no closer to finishing whatever the hell it was that her mother wanted for the shop. It had been over a month of this hell and she couldn't see land yet. If she wasn't so tired she'd probably scream in frustration. Ugh. Who the hell was too tired to scream?

"It were'nah lookin' like her original shop." Harry mocks in a voice half whiny with exhaustion, "It be ah lookin' to fuckin' fancy. It be lookin' too much like her first damn shop."

Gil furrows his brow and wraps a supportive arm around Uma's back, pulling her closer to him every time she weaved to far away. His eyes bounce between her and Harry in concern. "We should be gettin' ta bed."

Such a sweet boy. Maybe she was too hard on him. He was always right there to help her, with no complaints, even before she thought to ask. She smiles up at him and absently caresses his chest before she leans in closer. Her sweet boy. He was so close to ignoring her order to let her walk.

"We're almost home," she offers encouragingly, "just a little further boys."

"Aye that we bein'." Harry heaves in relief. "Thanks be ta whatever sea god be grantin' us what wee hours o' sleep we be ah gettin' ta night."

"It really ain't no trouble to carry you, ya know..." Gil offers offhandedly.

"It ain't about the trouble." Uma reminds him, "It's about dignity." She huffs, with a stomp of her foot that nearly sends her tumbling.

"Yes, captain." Gil slowly nods with a frown, his disapproval of the situation stamped on his face. As Harry's yawn carries over his words."

"Aye Cap'in." Harry rocks his head from side to side, eliciting loud cracks before he groans, "Ya be ah holdin' ta that dignity."

"Damn fuckin' straight, it's the only thing I have going for me right now," Uma grumbles.

"Ya have us." Gil reminds her with a frown.

Uma pouts, "I didn't- That's not- I'd never-" She hangs her head. "I meant for myself." She finally lets out in a frazzled huff.

"He be ah knowin' Cap'in, he can'nah be helpin' his worryin'." Harry reaches over and lazily ruffles Gil's hair, "All that worry he be ah havin' for missin' members be ah havin' ta go somewhere."

The three sigh in relief when they finally make it to the gangplank. But the sound of hammers banging against wood nearly makes Uma cry out once they board.

Was it was haunting her in her own ship? She brings her hands up to her pounding temples. What new level of hell was this?

Gil frowns as he looks around the ship in confusion before he looks over the sides of the ship for Ursula.

"What the fuck be ah happenin'? No way she be ah workin' our ship, less it be ta drive us mad with no sleep."

"Or just hitting the side of it ta be cruel." Gil points out with a frown.

"Oh, thank Poseidon." Uma lets out a sigh of relief, "I thought it was in my head." She admits with a frown, stomping her foot in frustration as an inhuman noise leaves her throat. She was going to kill whoever the fuck was doing this to her, so help her gods. She couldn't go another minute with that racket. She didn't even care if it was her mother at this point if she dared to fuck with her sleep anymore, she was fucking done. If she was ever going to fucking snap, today would be the day. She was fucking sure of it. Albeit she had no idea where she was going to find the energy. She just knew she would when she found the prick fucking with her for this.

"Oy Cap'in, ya be havin' T and James ta be thanking for this racket," Tim hollers down from the crow's nest, his voice full of contempt. "They be at it since fuckin' nightfall." He huffs.

Uma's eyes turn to Tim with a murderous expression as his tone grated on every last nerve. She got needing to yell, but fuck, did he have to yell so damn loud? And be such a prick about it? Fucking asshole was lucky he was good with a blade, or she'd fucking boot him right now.

"Want me to go get 'em ta stop, Captain." Gil quickly offers, drawing her attention back to him, before she could do something reckless.

Like, forget she had a fear of heights.

Uma growls, "Let's just go see what they're up to first before I start killin' people." Her hands coming up to tug at her braids as she stomps across the deck with a renewed vigor. She was going to strangle T. Whatever the fuck was happening, she already knew it was his idea. James was a good hand but didn't have the balls to take initiative in something that made this much damn fucking noise this late, or rather early in the morning, it was.

Harry and Gil exchange worried glances before they hurry to catch up with her, following her down into the dark depths of the hold with no light source.

All three grimace as the pounding echoes louder and louder around them with every step.

"T!" Uma shouts after she covers her ears against her own voice. The scream was so raw it made her throat hurt.

The pounding around them falters for a long moment before it picks up again.

Uma turns to Harry, her eyes bright with unshed tears of pain. "Go tell them to stop." She does her best not to whine. By the look of her first- and second-mates' faces, the attempt had failed horribly. Ugh. This night was getting worse by the moment, worse with each pound of the hammer. She lets out a small 'humph' with a pout. Damn it all to the darkest depths of the sea.

Harry nods once before he glances up at Gil. He points towards Uma with his chin, smiling when Gil instantly cups his big hands over her to better protect her ears.

"T!" Harry hollers at the top of his lungs.

She had never given T's name a second thought before this moment. It was odd, sure, she knew that, but it had never bothered her. But right now? Right now she had never been so annoyed at the boy's name. What kinda stupid short fucking not a name, name was T anyways. She scowls.

The hammering stops again.

"T!" He shouts again now that the noise had stopped.

The silence makes the boys sigh in relief. Gil hesitantly dops his hands from Uma's ears now that the noise didn't seem to be starting up again.

"Yo!" T walks out from the shadows, his annoyance sliding from his face when he sees the three of them. "Oh." He frowns in surprise, before his eyes land on a wavering, yet still managing to maintain a murderous expression on her face. "Whoa." He falters in his step, eyeing the three of them warily.

Uma lets out a groan at the kid's response to them. It was rare that the kid ever showed an emotion besides playful and amused, and that was if he showed anything at all. And thus his reaction to them, as sweet as it was, pissed her the fuck off. How bad did they look to elicit that response from the usually stoic kid? He didn't even tell her he looked like shit.

"Don'nah ya be hearin' that sound enough when ya be ah helpin' out at the shop?" Harry groans.

"Heard." T's eyes sweep over the Gil and the Captain, with a frown, "Apparently not, my bad guys…."

James walks out of the small patch of shadows T had emerged from, "Oooh…" He grimaces, "Sorry, Captain. You got back earlier than normal."

"Which we're happy about," T adds carefully as he notes the look in Uma's dark encircled eyes.

Uma glowers at the two of them before she folds her arms over her chest, "What the hell ya two doing, and why is Tim so fuckin' pissed off about it?"

"Existing?" T shrugs, "What doesn't piss in that man's craw." He rolls his eyes.

"What T means is that Tim can't handle going so long without sleep." James quickly recovers T's non-answer, before it could set Uma off. "And we're working to finish up the repairs while you're stuck working in the shop, Captain."

T frowns, "But we're done. So ya'll can go to sleep." He crosses his arms, his weight shifting to one foot to another with indecision.

Uma pouts her bottom lip out. She wanted to see how the repairs looked, but she also wanted, and needed, sleep. She rubs weakly at her tired eyes, nearly losing balance for her attempt, missing Gil and Harry's grimaces.

T's eyes narrow as all three of the other boys move closer to catch her before they catch themselves and step back. He lifts a brow but doesn't think as he steps forward and sweeps her up into his arms. Like Gil usually carried Hyades. He was afraid if he didn't, Uma was going to land on her face. "Seriously Uma… Offer still stands, give me like five minutes and I'll have that shit in a blaze quicker than a three-year-old Hyades." He offers.

Jame's eyes widening in surprise, as he looks away with a hand to his face.

Uma chuckles at the image before she blinks, "Fuck, she'd probably just have us rebuild the whole damn thing." She whines before she looks around in confusion, "T, put me down."

T starts walking towards the cabin. "In a minute." He dismisses her.

Harry and Gil share a look with James before all three shrug.

"He's ah ballsy one, I can tell ya that." James salutes the two before he turns, "I'm gonna go do things... and not make noise."

"No." Uma snaps, "Now!"

Harry and Gil quickly catch up with T, though they stay a few feet back in case Uma decided to try to order them to intervene. It was just best to stay out of sight and let T do this.

"Not crew," T reminds her with a shrug as he continues walking. "So kill me tomorrow or something." He adds nonchalantly. His eyes everywhere but on the girl in his arms. "When you're pride doesn't outweigh your logic…" He adds, "Or like when you can actually lift a weapon." He grumbles darkly as he makes his way up the stairs.

Gil's lifts his eyes to the wood planks above them and lets out a sigh, but he couldn't argue with T's assessment either.

"T" Uma growls darkly. She was exhausted, but even she was surprised when the boy's only response to her command was to hold her more securely to his chest and continues on his merry fucking way.

Harry jumps around them, carefully ducking under Uma's line of sight to get the door opened.

T nods in thanks before walking into the room. He lets out a nearly inaudible whine as he looks to the bed.

"I just wanted to maintain my fuckin' dignity. That's fuckin' all." Uma sniffs as she beats her fists weakly against T's shoulders.

T's steps freeze as he looks down at Uma in alarm. His concerned eyes sweeping over her before he immediately turns to the other two boys with a look of desperation. "I thought she'd be pissed!" He apologizes, uncertainty clear in his tone.

"Cap'in, ya don'nah be needin' ta worry lass." Harry quickly walks forward, "Ain'nah no one ta be seein' T not listenin' ta ya."

Gil tilts his head to the side slightly at T's reaction before he holds out his arms, "It's okay Uma. We're safe now."

T doesn't think twice as he takes a leaping step to Gil and hands Uma over. His eyes practically screaming 'Fix it'.

"I just want to sleep. I just want my damn family here," Uma clings to Gil like a lifeline, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, "and I want to sleep and not think about my mother for more than two hours. This is, this is all so fuckin' stupid. There are cleaner ways to kill people." She drags in hurried breaths around her tears, "This so ain't fuckin' clean."

"Agreed." T frowns, as he looks at Uma with concern.

"Aye, it be a miserable fuckin' way ta be ah goin'." Harry steps close to Gil and Uma and starts slowly rubbing her back. "But sleep be ah fixin' some o' it."

Gil nods, "You just need some rest Captain." He rubs his cheek over her hair like a cat would as he squeezes her to his chest securely. His voice as soothing as it was coaxing.

"Ya be ah good gettin' her settled like lad?" Harry asks Gil as he grips him by the elbow.

T rubs his upper arms anxiously, as he shifted from foot to foot looking more uncertain than any of them have ever seen him, "I can take her shift tomorrow- This morn- Today."

Harry tilts his head to T as he pats Gil's arm, "Be goin' on sweet boy." He fully turns to face T once Gil lays Uma on the bed and starts helping her get undressed, "Ya be havin' yer own problem mate, and ya be takin' on ah lot here recently. Why ya be ah offerin' ta go into hell ah top all that?"

T blinks up at him in surprise, "Why wouldn't I offer?"

Harry grimaces, "Don'nah be lookin' at me like I be askin' the most shockin' question ya ever be ah hearin'." He half grins, but the look doesn't make it to his eyes.

T drops his eyes, as he shifts awkwardly. "I feel bad that I haven't been around more to help out at the shop…"

"Ya be ah helpin' with Deez and 'parently the ship, mate." Harry shakes his head, "Don'nah be ridiculous, we be lovin' ya bein' 'round, but ya be the one ah pointin' out ya ain'nah part o' the crew." Harry runs a shaky hand through his hair, "And this be crew problems."

T shrugs, "I'm sorry, that sounded like an offer." He frowns, "What I should have said is I'm going to do this tomorrow, fuck you Hook."

Harry blinks and takes an alarmed step back.

"That better?" T asks him as he forces himself to stop twitching so damn much, now that Gil had gotten Uma's crying to calm down.

"T, that be ah mite venomous even fer you." Harry points out with a weak smile.

T shrugs, "Then don't be lookin' gift sharks in the mouth." He huffs as he looks away. "You all need a fucking break. I can run the shop by myself. Fuck, I can even work with your stupid crew to help with the construction tomorrow night or whatever… But this," He gestures around the room, "This is fucking stupid. Not you guys, just the situation."

"I can'nah be ah arguin' that." Harry rubs his hand along his jaw, "Look, ya can'nah be workin' both when ya clearly be nearly as tired as us already."

T shoots a glance at Uma before his eyes land back on Harry. "Like fuck I am," He wasn't so damn exhausted he was crying. "I drop when I drop, anyways." He mumbles as he looks away. "I can do a day of what you guys have been doing over a month of." He rolls his eyes. "I don't have an OV breathing down my neck, remember."

Harry narrows his eyes at T and crosses his arms over his chest, "Well fine. If ya be ah meanin' it, be askin' James if he be ah willin' ta be workin' it with ya." He nods, fighting off a yawn, "he can pull a group ta be helping out too."

"Right." T nods, "If that means you guys get some sleep, whatever you fucking want." He turns to start rummaging through his bag.

"What ya be ah doin' now?" Harry rolls his eyes.

"Reassurance." T mumbles absently, "If I can find it… " His attention focused on his task until he pulls out a vial of what looked like dirty water. Then another, until he had three in his hand. "Here." He takes Harry's hand and presses the vials into it.

"And what be this?" Harry asks as he glares at the small vials.

"The only way I can get a half-decent sleep," T responds as he looks away. "Just drink it, promise it won't kill you." He steps back.

Harry closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath, "Alright." He turns to the bed to find Uma under the thin sheet and Gil in the process of getting undressed, "Here, be ah drinkin' this lad. I be needin' ta give one ta Uma." He passes a vial to Gil before he slides into the bed next to Uma, "Come now love, be ah drinkin' this downright quick fer me yeah?"

Uma cracks open an eye, and whines but doesn't argue as she sits up and drinks whatever the fuck Harry was offering her.

Harry quickly kisses her, surprising her into swallowing. "That be me fiesty cap'in."

Uma sticks out her tongue with a look of disgust. "What the fuck was that? I know I said cleaner death, but at what cost?"

"Don'nah be worryin' Uma, it ain'nah gonna be death visitin' today." Harry runs a hand over her hair before he pushes her back onto the bed, "Goodnight lass."

Gil looks between the two and the vial in his hand before looking back at T and lets out a heavy sigh of acceptance.

"I need ta be ah kissin' ya ta be helpin' it go down better?" Harry grins at Gil.

"It probably wouldn't hurt," Gil admits looking away from T, from where he was leaning against the wall in observation.

Harry walks over and guides Gil to the bed before he pops the vial open and helps to tip it down Gil's throat, locking his lips over the other boy's before he can cough it back up.

Gil gags after Harry steps back, "Thank you." He comments with a look of appreciation.

"Goodnight sweet boy." He winks as he pulls the sheet up.

"There, I be ah tuckin' them in an everythin'." Harry nods to T as he crosses the room, stripping out of his red jacket to hang it on its peg of honor."

"Cool." T nods, "Now you so I can go get set up for tomorrow…" He crosses his arm.

"Ya don'nah be ah trustin' me ta be followin' them ta sweet oblivion?" Harry shrugs before he turns to toss his shirt into the pile Gil had made at the foot of the bed.

T frowns, chewing his lip with indecision. "You kept them from spitting it out though…"

"Aye. I be ah knowin' it be ah workin', but ya be ah warnin' me about smells before with the goop ya be ah givin' me before, I be ah figurin' that be holdin' true with tastes." Harry shrugs, "Yer shit works better when it be ah gettin' where it needs ta be, so I be ah figurin' spit out were'nah gonna cut it."

T shifts before he rocks back and forth. "Fair." He sighs. "Get some rest." He pushes Off the wall. "Later."

"Aye, you too." Harry leans over the table, pressing his fists against the wood.

T salutes him before he opens the door and slips out.

Harry waits a full minute before he punches the table. He didn't have an OV breathing down his neck his fucking ass. He kicks the bench as he tugs his shoes and pants off. Fuck. Why was it bothering him so much? He walks over to the bed, the knots in his chest loosening slightly at the sight of Gil curled around Uma.

He shouldn't be this angry. He should tip the shit down his throat and join them, forget his problems for a few hours. He thumbs the wax seal off the vial and raises it to his lips, only to stop at the sight of the little faded black and tarnished gold book peeking out under the table beside the bed.

His hand tightens around the vial as he bends and grabs the book from the floor. "Fuckin' salvation me damn ass." Going to the church had only brought him more pain and suffering. He was certain that creepy old man was T's OV. He grips the small book tightly in one hand as he stomps over to the window. He pops it open and chucks the book into the dark water of the sea.

"Fuck." Harry groans as he slams the window shut. Without thinking he downs the vial, grimacing and gagging as he slides into the bed behind Uma. Oblivion sounded pretty great right now.


So,

Was this chapter a fucking roller coaster or what?

Poor Uma and her boys. Being worked to death. And T. Kid was spazzed outta his gourd with Uma's breakdown.

We loved writing this chapter! It was a good time for Uma to have a very human moment, rather than be the leader. But more importantly, what did you guys think?

Did we do a good job with the feels? Did it hit the right spots? Anything make you LoL or want to cry?

And what about James' and T's repairs? Are you happy they finally started? Relieved?

What about T manhandling Uma? And ignoring her orders? Par for the course? Or surprised that he would carry someone bridal style?

How did you guys like T and Harry's mini-confrontation?

And most importantly, what would you have liked to see more of during these chapters? We'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions so we can try to naturally work more of it in?

Did Harry's snap at the end resonate with any chords?

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-Twisted