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So, this was what a family was? Five people sitting in the same room, doing their own activities, obnoxiously close to each other?
What the fuck?
His eyes narrow slightly at another bang of the hammer and the sound of wood splitting, as Gil swings too hard yet again.
"Dammit."
"Lad, it be wood-" Harry grins as he leans forward and rests a hand on Gil's hand that was holding the hammer, "an' it ain'nah doin' nothin', so don'nah be treatin' it like it be insultin' the Cap'n."
T can't help his snort.
Gil frowns, "I keep tellin' myself not to swing full force, but my arm doesn't remember how." He takes a deep breath and slowly pulls his arm up a few inches.
Bang. Split.
"Dammit."
He was getting so upset about it, but he couldn't stop the warmth in his chest as he snorts. "Gil, man I think we got your weapon wrong, we should've built you a giant hammer."
"Maybe." Gil huffs as he glares at the smaller hammer.
"Aye lad, and for now, be ah handin' me that one or we ain'nah gonna be gettin' this done."
Gil frowns as he reluctantly passes Harry the hammer.
"You've been working full force for over a week Gil," Deez gently reminds him as she slips from her chair to stand behind him, "And our swords were huge, so you had to work even harder on them." She soothes before she presses her lips to his cheek and wraps her arms around him in a hug, "Don't be so hard on yourself."
Why did being such a huge dick come so naturally to him? What the fuck was wrong with Faustina? Why would she make him like that? "I didn't mean it bad, just sayin' that your go-to motion is to swing and that's probably going to fuck you up in a fight. You've never gone that hard doing one thing with a sword before, not like a whole week of nothing but."
Gil furrows his brow as he looks up at T, "I didn't take it bad," He shrugs, the action lifting Deez completely off her feet, "I kinda like the idea, just don't know how we could make one."
"Oh." T blinks as he looks away. Of course he misread the situation. He takes a deep breath, this was going fucking great. There were too many people to follow to really give any of them enough attention to notice what the fuck was wrong. Ugh. That was just wonder-fucking-ful. Was it going to be like this all the time? He swallows.
Oh. Shit. He blinks. What had he done? Agreeing to join the fucking family? Had he been on the fucking morphine drip? He was going to make such an ass of himself. Whatever. He couldn't make a bigger ass out of himself than he already had. "I mean Yensid probably has a book on hammers," He shrugs. "And we already know how to make molds, we'd just need to ask Yensid about the formula, though at this rate he'd probably give us what we need to figure it out on our own and call it extra credit or some bullshit. But I guess math that actually applies to life might be a little more of an incentive to give a shit."
Gil chuckles, "Yeah. Yensid said I could ask him questions anytime." He nods excitedly, "Good idea T."
"Sometimes. No prob."
"It's sweet that you comforted our sweet boy when he was frustrated baby girl," Uma taps the pencil in her hand against the paper in front of the vacated seat, "he's better now, but how's that letter coming?"
Deez groans as her head droops over Gil's shoulder. "I'm trying, but I can't even remember what I wrote in the first letter. I didn't edit it at all and I don't even have notes."
"Oooh," T hisses, "that's fucking rough. You get so pissed when anyone tries to read those before you're done, and I get why..." He shakes his head, he'd read several. "Have you tried asking Hook for pointers about how to talk about yourself for hours on end? He's like the master of that shit."
Gil chuckles as he pulls Deez the rest of the way over his shoulder, "Another good idea."
"What side ya be ah bein' on there, sweet boy?" Harry glares at Gil, though even T couldn't miss the warm amusement.
"The side that helps Deez write her letter and makes Uma feel better." Gil grunts as he stands with Deez in his arms, "You good with hammerin' the rest together?"
Huh. That was something he could help with. He'd read Deez's articles enough to know her style well enough to write something about her. He picks up his pencil and pulls over the spiral ringed notebook so he can start writing.
"Ya big ol' suck up." Harry laughs as he waves Gil off, "An' if ya do be ah wantin' pointers Baby Girl-"
"I know who to ask." Deez finishes for him with a small grin before Gil plops down in her seat, keeping her in his lap as he taps the page in front of them.
"Speaking of wanting to ask…" T starts writing in his and Deez's code. "Why are you guys here? Don't you wanna go check out Deez's heated pool?" He asks, not looking up from his notebook. Sure, it wasn't going to be a fully-fledged out letter, but it sounded like she needed all the help she could get. "This is dumb," But he knew Deez could make even his skeleton of an article shine with enough of that flowery shit.
Uma shifts in her chair until she can level a glare at T, "Why is this dumb?" She asks pointedly.
"Because you could actually be enjoying your reunion in a heated pool, teaching Deez to swim instead of doing homework?"
Deez looks up at him with narrowed eyes, but they turn thoughtful as she looks down at the blank letter before she lets her head hit the table. "We could do that." She whispers, "If you want to Uma."
T snorts. Water or the sea. Either way, she was screwed. But at least this way she would have the whole family to support her. "I mean seriously, what if you have to set sail or some shit? What if she falls overboard then? Bitch sinks faster than I did."
Uma sighs as she looks back to Gil and Deez, "The only reason we'd set sail right now is if there's an emergency." She turns back and closes her eyes, "But, I would feel a lot better with you knowing how to swim Baby Girl."
"I know," Deez groans again, "Hence the big damn pool I can heat so no one freezes." She huffs.
T snorts. Since when had Deez gotten so snarky with Uma?
"Deez." Gil frowns as he pulls her away from the table, "You built it without anyone telling you to do it."
"I know." She huffs before she hides her face against Gil.
Uma chuckles, "Well, if you don't mind some alone time T-"
"I don't. Go have fun, enjoy torturing Deez."
"Ah, family time." Harry snorts as he collects the hammer and table parts, "Ya be ah needin' anythin' afore we be ah headin' out then?"
T waves him off, "I still haven't touched the math book, I'll just focus on that shit or whatever."
Uma waves the boys out of the room, "Get the dingy ready, I'll be right there."
He looks up from his letter curiously.
"It's okay if you need personal space," Uma explains as she stands up, "you know that right?"
T blinks. Was it? They never seemed to give Deez any. Or did she like it that way now? He wasn't sure anymore. Dammit. There was nothing he hated more than not knowing shit.
"I'm just saying." Uma holds up her hands, "And you're right, I do want to help Deez out with getting over her fear. She's really put a lot of work into this, and while I have been getting their updates, I'd love to see it and just be there together."
"Then why the fuck are you still here?" T snorts with a raised brow, before he turns back to his letter, "I'm not going to do anything stupid."
"I know that." Uma sighs, "Look, I trust you can take care of yourself and won't leave us. I just didn't want to end our time together yet. The whole family." She crosses her arms over her chest, "It was nice to have everyone I care about in the same place." She shrugs.
"But you finally have time to go do the thing I know you're dying to do. Just go. It's not like there isn't going to be more of this." He shrugs. "You've spent fuck only knows how long making sure I didn't fucking die, I'd be a real douche to up and ditch now."
Uma is slow to smile, but she does, "Did you miss the word trust?"
"Did you miss, just go?"
"I'm going sir boss a lot," Uma chuckles, "But, I'm looking forward to the whole family getting to go next time."
T salutes her, "Sounds good."
"I'll make sure James keeps the rest of the crew busy." She promises with a shake of her head as she turns to the door.
"The dream." T sighs as he watches Uma leave.
She would be lying if she said she wasn't excited about this. To actually get to teach her cousin how to swim. To see what Deez had spent weeks working on. To spend some time just having fun without having to worry about who saw them and who didn't.
So when she sees the stone pool, she can't help her excitement as she turns and pounces on Deez, "It's gorgeous! You really outdid yourself." She hugs her tightly, "This is such a great way to teach you how to swim! Very clever." She giggles cheerfully.
Deez smiles before she hides her face against Uma's hold, "I just wanted to make sure you guys didn't freeze." She admits with a muffled voice, though Uma could feel the heat of her blush against her skin even through her shirt and jacket.
Uma pulls back but doesn't let go as her eyes sweep over Deez. "Is that why you built this? So we could teach ya to swim at a safer temperature?" She squeezes Deez for thinking about her boys. After all, it wasn't like cold water ever bothered her. She chuckles as she leans down to kiss her forehead, "Talk about two fish with one hook."
"Well yeah." Deez looks up, "And then I got told you guys would like just being able to rest here too. So, I'm hoping that seeing you all enjoy it will make it better for me too."
"Is that so?" Uma smiles, "Then let's heat this baby up and show you how much fun water can actually be."
"Aye! That be ah soundin' like ah perfect plan ta me." Harry grins as Deez walks over to a bolder and rests her hands on it.
"Wait till you guys get in it." Gil beams as he rubs his hands together, eyes bright with anticipation. "It's like a bath, but bigger and better. I just know yer gonna love it."
She should have brought them soap and shampoo. Harry would have gone bat shit to groom everyone in such a large basin. A small smile pulls at her lips. There was always next time.
"As long as I get to warm it up first." Deez teases before she looks up and sticks her tongue out at Gil.
"Oh? There be ah reason Gil ain'nah waitin' for the water ta be gettin' warm?" Harry chuckles as he looks between the two.
Gil lifts a brow at Deez, "The sea wall broke and she almost drowned."
"I was talking about you threatening to jump in without me warming it first." Deez huffs.
"Oh," Gil responds sheepishly. "That too."
"You almost drowned?" Uma demands with a frown.
Deez hangs her head as she moves to another boulder, "Gil got me, and then made me stay in the water until I could think straight again."
"Thank every sea god for that." Uma lets out a long breath, "But let's get to fixing that, so you stop giving us heart attacks, shall we?" She rests her hand on her hip as she looks her cousin over with disapproval.
"Aye aye captain." Deez huffs again.
When gentle steam begins to rise from the water Deez looks over to Gil, "Wanna check it?"
Gil nods, "Yeah." He grins as he reaches his hand into the water before he lets out a moan. "Perfect."
"Enjoy." Deez waves her hand at the pool before she inches away from it until her back hits the stone wall.
"Last one in is a fried clam!" Uma shouts as she kicks off her boots. She pulls off her socks, leaving a trail of clothes in her wake. Her laughter bubbles up when she sees Harry and Gil tripping over themselves to do the same. As strong as Gil was, and as fast as Harry could be, graceful they were not.
"Not looking forward to that new nickname." Deez chuckles from her vantage spot.
Uma laughs as she dives smoothly into the water. Her moan bubbling as the warm water engulfs her. The water sends a pleasant shiver down her spine as she spirals and flips under the water in her excitement.
It felt amazing, and it was probably the warmest she'd been since winter hit.
She breaks the water when she feels a shift in the pressure. The cold air raises goosebumps over her skin as she wades in the deep end, waiting for her boys to come to the surface. She turns to Deez, "I fucking love you so much. This is..." Tears of happiness blur her vision as she realizes she'd been rendered speechless. "Just so thoughtful." She smiles brightly. "Thank you." Her voice, breathless. "You literally carved us a paradise."
"I love you too." Deez chuckles as she pushes her hair out of her face, "So," she bites her lip before she looks back up, "you do like it then?"
"We be ah lovin' it ah lot more if ya be ah joinin' us." Harry points out as he swims up to float next to Uma, "Things always be ah better when we all be doin' them."
Uma runs her hand against the surface of the water as she splashes Harry, "Don't rush her, she'll join us in her own time." She sticks her tongue at him.
"Ya be ah lucky ya be the Cap'n." Harry snarks as he mockingly pinches her tongue between two fingers before he swims away.
Her eyes brighten before she's on his tail. She dives low, kicking against the floor to leap out of the water to land on his back only to push him under. "Luck has nothing to do with it."
"Aye, ya be right as always," Harry admits once he twists under her, floating on his back to look up at her with a sly grin.
Gil chuckles as he sits on the seat Deez must've carved into the side of the pool, "Wanna sit on my lap? Promise I won't do anything but hold you." He offers her. "Get you used to the water?"
Deez frowns as she pulls her knees to her chest. "Maybe when less is happening? I don't want to ruin your fun."
Uma frowns as she releases Harry from the dunk she had him in. "That's probably for the best." She gently kicks off of Harry as he breaks the surface. "Seriously Deez, this is amazing. We could make a whole thing out of this." She begins to float on her back before she feels hands wrap around her waist before Harry's head breaks the water in front of her. "Like a family spa day." She nuzzles against Harry's chest.
"That's what…" She purses her lips to the side as she looks away, "that's what Dad called it, or at least told me I should try to make."
Uma's smile slips for a moment. Senior. She still hadn't gotten a chance to talk to Deez about what her father had done. "Your dad's been acting fucking weird lately," she states as she studies her.
"Aye." Harry nods in agreement.
"Any idea why?" Gil asks curiously.
Deez frowns and curls into herself even tighter into herself. "I'm not entirely sure. But he's been like this since before the howler. Since his-" She makes pointed air quotes, "caring parent moment."
Uma snorts, "What the fuck is that? Since when the fuck did Senior start giving a shit about what you do? And what the fuck is a caring parent moment to him?"
"I know I'm luckier than most," Deez shrugs awkwardly, "My father doesn't do the things that everyone else has to worry about. He's just usually on or off. Either he doesn't care what I'm doing, or he only cares because it's not convenient for what he wants me to be doing." She sighs as she rests her chin on her knees, "He calls them caring parent moments when he like, checks in or whatever. Lets me ask questions. Talks to me." She sighs again and shakes her head, "I used to think he only did it to see how my abilities were coming along," Her voice trails off, "But now, I'm not so sure. He's always so hard for me to understand."
"Yeah, no fucking kidding." Uma frowns. If Deez didn't know why her father had violated their memories- "Think he wants something?"
"He always wants something." Deez rolls her eyes, "And it's frustrating me that I can't figure it out this time. Nothing makes sense. And all my hunches just aren't adding up to anything."
Uma takes a deep breath before she lets it out. That was problematic. If Deez couldn't connect the dots, then something with Senior had to be different this time. "When did this so-called 'caring moment' happen exactly?" Maybe that would give her some idea of what the fuck was going on.
Deez frowns before she looks away, hugging her legs closer to her chest as her hair falls to block her face.
Uma raises a brow, as she breaks away from Harry and gently swims her way over to the edge where Deez was. "Baby Girl?" She asks, confused why that question would have shut her down.
"It was when I found out what was wrong with T." Deez explains without moving, "I ran away from Yensid and ended up with him." Her voice was muffled, but Uma could still hear the cracks from her trying to contain her emotions.
"Oh…" Uma frowns her eyes narrow before she pulls herself out of the pool and walks over to join her, one arm coming around her shoulders as she slides to sit beside her. "It's okay Deez."
"Uma!" Deez looks up at her with a furrowed brow, "You're supposed to stay in the water."
Uma chuckles as she inches closer to her and the heat already radiating from her, "Why? You're like our own personal heater." She teases as she pulls Deez into her lap between her legs and hugs her from behind. "I'll go back to join the boys in a minute." She shoots a look at the two. "Neither one of your asses better leave that water. It's colder than we're making it look."
"Which is why you should go back in-" Deez twists and pulls at Uma's hand, "You might tolerate it better, but I know you don't like it."
Uma shrugs as she takes the offered hand and squeezes. "You looked like you needed a hug."
Deez instantly drops her eyes, "I didn't handle it well." She admits softly, "And, I'm scared my father used it to his advantage. A lot changed that night."
Uma's lips turn to a frown as she studies Deez closely. That checked out. Deez was the first to figure out T's split personality issue. "What changed?"
"He's, not going to work with anyone else. Or at least that's what he said. He said he'd stop hunting me down to," she fidgets with her hands, "to see if I'm strong enough to get the bands off. And he promised to help T once I break them… Actually- he promised to get us all out of here if I can free him."
Uma tilts her head to the side. Well, that was different. "Last I heard your father told my mother to kill T." She frowns.
"Yeah," Gil agrees, concern clear in his tone.
"It be weird ta be ah sayin' we be lucky she ain'nah listenin'." Harry frowns as he swims over to the edge to watch them.
Uma chuckles mirthlessly, "No fucking kidding." What the fuck was up with T and the OVs? First her mother. Then Mal's. Now Deez's. How many OV's did T fuck with? The thought had her heart pounding. What the fuck did T get into in his free time?
"No idea why he be ah takin' such an interest in T then?" Harry asks, snorting before he continues, "Asides the fact he still be among the livin'?"
Deez blinks several times as she watches Harry, "Um, well nothing solid, just my little hunches."
"I be ah takin' the dots there Princess."
"Well," Deez leans back against Uma and she takes one of the braids to fidget with, "I know this, interest, started around the time T made the deal with Maleficent. And I know Mal was also mad at my dad around the same time. So I think he was involved in that whole shitshow?"
"Huh." Uma runs a hand absently through Deez's hair, "So after he walked in on us then?"
"Walked in on you?" Deez furrows her brow.
Uma shares a look with Gil and Harry before she shifts at the memory of the look on T's face. "Yeah, during one of our family feel-good times."
"Oh?" Deez tilts her head to the side, shifting her gaze to all three of them. When she gets back to Uma her eyes widen slightly, "Oh. That's what family time is?"
"Well not always, sometimes it's just cuddling or falling asleep together." She explains with a shrug. "We don't always have the energy to have that kind of family time with the way my mother used to run us into the ground." She was surprised that Deez knew what family time was. When she turns to Gil he only grins sheepishly.
"You guys never said it, but I always knew you were closer than everyone else, even without hearing Ma-" Deez blinks before she looks over to Gil. She takes a deep breath before she continues, "Without hearing Mal complain about it."
"Tch." Uma snorts. "She would complain about that. I don't know who's worse when it comes to that shit, Mal or T."
"Mal," Gil responds. "Definitely Mal."
Deez chuckles as she nods her head, "The one time I hugged her I actually thought she was going to bite my head off." Her laughter slowly trails off, leaving her with a small frown.
"I believe it." Uma chuckles, "Repressed bitch." She adds before she catches Deez's shift, "What'cha thinkin'?"
"Mal liked when I hugged her, but she freaked out about it because Jay and Carlos were there. I just, I wonder if she ever got my letter. She never said anything to me, but I gave her that out. And I guess... I just realized I might never get to ask her."
The three of them go silent at the somber notes in her tone.
"Well, they haven't been sent back yet." Uma squeezes her hand again.
"Aye, an' if they were ah gonna be stupid they'd ah done it by now," Harry adds with an encouraging smile.
"Yeah," Gil grins, "And if they don't mess up, maybe one day we'll join 'em."
"The dream." Deez deadpans before she cracks a smile.
Uma snorts at her perfect impression of T. "Isn't it though? Your dream? That's why me and Yensid keep trying to get you to write that damn letter."
"I did write one. Two technically." Deez corrects as she looks over her shoulder at Uma, "I did send one letting the king know that T and I had joined your gang and I asked if he would pass the message on to Mal and the others that we were okay."
Uma nods in approval. "At least that's something."
"And it is my dream to get us all out of here." Deez admits softly, "It was just such a long shot, I never thought about the during or after of all of it."
She bet she didn't. Deez had been a mess when they'd found her. Distraught over being left behind. "I'm glad you didn't go with them. I don't know what I would've done if you'd left us."
"I wouldn't have left you guys." Deez shakes her head, "I just wish I could have said goodbye. And could have made it to you before the problems started."
"Imma hold you to that," Uma grins as she rolls to her knees and hugs her, before she leans back "As for the rest of it," she waves her hand, "I'm sure as much as Mal would never admit it, she wished she could have said bye to. Her whole gang probably does. And you're working on the whole fear of water thing. Don't kick yourself over it."
"I told her I would work on my fear of small places so she wasn't alone." Gil smiles, clearly proud of himself. "It's only fair."
Uma shifts her head so Gil could see her smile, "that's a great idea." She turns back to Deez, "I'm in."
"In?" Deez furrows her brow.
"Yeah, in." Uma chuckles, "If you two are going to be facing your fears, Gil's right it's only fair that we work on this as a family."
"Well, good thing I be perfect an' ain'nah scared o' nothin'." Harry grins, "I can be supportin' ya when things be ah gettin' rough."
Uma chuckles, "Our Pretty Boy here's gotten over most of his fears when he was younger." She winks at Deez, "Don't let him fool you."
"Aye, all with the help o' this family. Ya be in good hands." He pats the water, "so, why don'nah ya be showin' us how good at gettin' in the water with Gil ya be?"
Deez stares at Harry until she stands with a huff, "Sounds like the only way I'm getting Uma back in the water anyways."
"You're not wrong," Uma smirks at her as she gets up, and takes Deez's hand. "Come on, just sit in our Sweet Boy's lap while me and Harry show you a couple of different strokes." She grins. It was probably for the best. Her Sweet Boy may be strong as hell, but he wasn't the most proficient swimmer.
The letter was by no means perfect, but he at least felt like it captured the spirit of what he thought of Deez.
T sighs as he leans back in the hammock and looks around.
Quiet.
Peacefully quiet.
T frowns.
Too quiet. Much too quiet.
He groans as he pulls out the math books. The pencil scratching across the paper was a nice, comforting sound in the void.
He gets several chapters done before it gives him a headache. Why were letters starting to show up in with the numbers now?
He growls as he knocks the books away, only to find himself in silence again.
He thought he wanted to be alone. Thought he couldn't stand another moment of everyone being on top of each other doing fuck only knew what.
But now? T frowns. Now he was starting to grow a bit stir crazy. It was one thing to be alone. It was another thing completely to be left alone and unable to do anything.
What was one quick stroll around the ship really going to do? He curls his toes, the skin tightening as it pulls oddly. He looks around the empty cabin out of habit before he shifts and slowly lowers his feet to the floor.
When his feet touch the ground he nearly falls over, quickly catching the post the hammock was connected to before he can fully topple to the floor.
Damn it. He frowns at how shaky his legs were.
How the fuck long had he been laid out exactly? He growls as he forces himself to stand up straight. No way was he going out on the deck with this bull shit.
He frowns as he waits for his legs to stop shaking before he makes his first step. His eye twitches at the pain it produced before he takes a deep breath. He'd definitely dealt with worse.
He pushes past the pain each step inflicts as he forces himself to walk back and forth across the room until he can get his shaking under control. Once he's confident he finally walks over to the dresser and goes through it till he finds a pair of Hook's pants.
His eyes twitch as he feels the tug of his stitches while pulling the pants on. Fucking Hook. He rolls his eyes.
How the fuck were these comfortable? He got his hips were wider, thank you fucking Faustina, but still, the pants were tight as fuck.
He walks over to the hammock and picks the math books up, pulling out the three pages he'd written for Deez to translate before he slides it under the blank letter she had been staring at with a snort.
He couldn't blame her. It was fucked to make her write a letter about herself. No one on the isle deserved to be forced to reflect on their lives to write an introspection. He could only imagine the shit show her last letter had been. Talk about some real torture.
He sighs as he walks over to the door before he puts his ear to it, shivering when it's freezing cold. When he hears nothing however he slowly opens the door and slips out. He doesn't even make it five feet when he hears a groan.
"Ah hells," James shakes his head before he smacks his hand over his face, "I knew the fuckin' moment they told me ta clear the ship ya were gonna pull some whaleshit like this."
T shoots him a shit-eating grin, "Well then at least you had some warning."
James slowly pulls his hand down his face, "Yer gonna be the death o' me mate." He lets out a long-suffering sigh, "But I could be ah dealin' with some street rat poking around the dock, s-long as ya be back in the cabin by time the captain gets back."
"This is why you're my favorite." T shoots him another shit-eating grin.
"Don't be sayin' that too loud." James half grins as he shoos T off, "Back in the cabin BEFORE the captain makes it back, or it be both our hides."
"Yeah, yeah." T waves him off, "I don't wanna hear it either." He continues walking towards the stairs. "But first, I want my pants back." He grumbles. "Later." He throws a hand over his shoulder.
His eye twitches at every other step. Stupid fucking stairs. He was going to be sanding them after this bull shit.
Once in the hold, he walks over to where he'd hidden a couple sets of extra clothes. He looks around rolling Harry's stupid pants off before quickly sliding into one of his. His eyes light up when he feels some heft in his pocket, and finds a lock pick set. Sometimes, rarely, he loved himself. He'd been feeling naked without one.
He lets out a sigh of relief when, for the first time in fuck only knows how long, he feels like himself before he turns to leave.
He was on his way back to the stairs before he turns on his heel.
Since when did they keep that door closed?
Huh. He walks over and turns the knob only to find it locked. Or put locks on a door? He chews his lip as his eyes narrow at the locked door.
Okay. He drops to his knees pulling out the kit before he begins picking the lock.
When he hears the familiar click, he pumps his arm in success before he stands and slips into the room. His eyes narrow at the darkness before he shuts the door softly behind him, locking it gently before he leans against it.
He waits for his eyes to adjust before he walks around, able to make out basic shapes. When he gets to what looks to be a table he pats the edge curiously. He smirks when he bumps into a lantern, confused when he hears the sound of glass tinkling. His brow furrows as he continues looking for a book of matches or a lighter until he finally finds one on the edge of the desk.
With a frown, he flicks it on. His eyes widen as he takes a step back at the sight. What the fuck? How? When? Better question- fucking why? His back bumps into a pile of boxes as he lets out a hiss of pain.
Sure. He could admit he'd been missing Faustina's disgusting smelling concoction, but not at this expense.
He groans as his eyes roam over the glass and metal wires holding them up. Wonderful. They'd found her room.
He winces as a sudden spike of excitement rushes through him. "Have you been here the whole time?" He accuses with a whisper.
"Since you slipped outta the hammock."
Great.
They were talking to each other again, that was just fan-fucking-tastic.
He walks over to the lantern and lights it.
There went a large portion of time he was going to spend off the ship.
His eyes narrow at the sudden burst of light as he looks around with a frown, before his eyes land on a folded note with his and Faustina's name written on it.
T and Faustina,
Look, Deez is a much better writer than
I am, but this was important to me and
Harry. Yes, we found the place, and no, we
haven't, and will not, tell anyone. We just
wanted you to have the things that seemed
important to you. That and the herb shit
you do is incredible and I would welcome
your skills in my crew. So, this is your space,
Do what you want with it. You're the only
one with a key. It's hanging by the door.
-Uma
A smile nearly splits his face, as he turns to look at the boxes all marked 'do not touch' on the sides of them. His shoulders slump as the tension and apprehension drains out of him.
A squeal of delight leaves his lips as his vision suddenly blurs with tears.
"Fine." He sighs, "Have at. It's not like I know what to do with the shit, but you're doing the fucking math and science workbooks for now on. You're such a fucking nerd you pain in my ass." He rolls his eyes, unable to keep the warmth from his tone.
"Deal." She chirps happily before she bounds over to the boxes and starts digging through them.
Heya Bitches!
What did you guys think of this chapter?
Was watching Gil trying to build that table amusing?
What do you think? Should Gil stick with a sword? Or should they build him a war hammer?
Uma's so thrilled about Deez's pool! What did you guys think about the Sea four's time at the cove? It was nice to just let them be kids for a moment.
Poor Deez. Even for our little dot reader, it's hard to understand the motives of Senior. Still, it must've been cathartic to get that conversation off her chest. You guys have any guesses as to what Senior's motivations might be?
Facing fears is never easy, especially on an isle where you are supposed to be fearless. That being said, how do you think the Sea family will fare facing theirs?
Bet none of you were surprised when T rolled off that hammock, being forced to sit with your own thoughts is the fucking worst.
Fucking Algebra showing it's ugly face up again. The bastard.
What did you think of that letter? Wasn't it an awesome discovery? Uma and Harry are the fucking sweetest for setting up Faustina's lab like that. Did it make you smile too?
Much love and appreciation!
-Twisted