Hiya Descendants!

Welcome to another week. We're glad to be here. And glad to see you.

Today we're bringing some Poolside Distractions to help beat the heat. We hope you enjoy the chapter and don't forget to let us know you were here. Twisted left a review/ questions at the end of the chapter if you want to hit that up.

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-Dark-

Uma sighs as she watches T disappear down the gangplank.

Shit to do. She clicks her tongue. It didn't even begin to cover what he did without them. No wonder the kid always had bags under his eyes. He was always fucking busy flitting around the isle. She knew that he always accomplished a lot for her crew and family, and Mal's gang. She just hadn't realized how far it extended. She was just trusting that he'd be back tonight with more sets of lock picks so they could work on learning how to pop them as a family.

She still didn't feel good about what T was doing, but a deal was a deal. And T had given her all the details she could handle, and more. It seemed T was much more willing to talk in the safety of his own room. One on one. If he didn't think she was going to use that in the future, he was dead wrong.

But, now she was the one who had to deliver the news to the rest of their family. She was the one who was going to have to deal with their reactions. But after Gil's pointed accusations and verbal spanking, she knew better than to attempt to hide anything from them.

Her Sweet Boy was a lot of things. Caring, agreeable, thoughtful, creative, tender- She could go on forever. But he was also hard in his convictions. He also wasn't someone she particularly wanted to test right now.

So, open and transparent conversation it was.

At least she'd gotten a promise from T that he wouldn't seek out anymore deals with Senior.

She opens the door and walks in, taking a deep breath as she braces herself for what was coming, "Morning." She greets with a resigned sigh.

No wonder T hadn't wanted to tell them the full story. She didn't want to tell them either.

"Uma!" Deez whines breaking through her melancholy as she looks up to find her kicking her legs aggressively from where she was pinned under Harry and Gil on the bed.

A small grin slowly claims her lips as Gil tickles Deez's sides and looks up. "Mornin' Captain." His boyish grin lights up his face.

"Don'nah be mindin' us none." Harry winks at her before he snatches one of Deez's feet and tickles, eliciting another round of shrill giggles, "We just be ah showin' our Treasure here what ah distraction be ah lookin' like."

Uma chuckles. She could only imagine what brought this on. Her eyes linger over the table where she could see Deez's writing supplies out before she looks back to the chaotic laughter on the bed.

She could wait to talk to them. She didn't want to ruin this moment. "Well, best to teach her that lesson." She walks over to the table, leaning against it as she watches them.

Her thoughts wander back to T, how long had it been since he'd played like this?

Had he ever? Sea Gods knew Faustina hadn't. The closest she'd seen T play was when he was teasing her boys, or defending Deez from them, and that barely counted.

"Uma!" Deez screams through her gales of laughter before panting and dissolving back into giggles, "UmaUmaUma! Help!"

"Can't be ignoring cries from my Baby Girl for help." She teases as she leaps into the bed with them and joins her boys in tickling Deez.

"Uuuummmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaa!" She cries out in betrayal as tears stream from her laughing eyes.

Laughter bubbles over her lips as, for a moment, she just basks in the joy of being a kid.

She forgets her responsibilities. She lets the worried thoughts of T slip her mind for the time being. She could figure something out for him later.

"Pleee-" Deez trembles under their hands as she struggles to breathe and speak through the laughter, "-eeaasseeee!"

Uma giggles giddily, "Well, since you asked so politely." She quickly turns and tackles Harry. Her fingers moving up and down his sides as she pins him into the bed. "Three on one just ain't fair anyway."

"Oh now-" Harry dissolves into laughter, "-be ah careful Cap'n. Yer rank- It ain'nah gonna- be savin' ya." He struggles to say, unable to pull off a threatening tone through the laughter.

Gil's rich laughter rumbles as Deez manages to slip his grip on her before she claims one of his feet, keeping him off-balance as she repays the favor now that there weren't two of them on top of her.

They could talk later. It wasn't anything that couldn't wait.

She wanted to bottle this moment like a model ship, preserving it forever.

"Sup, got us a new group activity." T grins as he dumps a bag of metal on the table.

Deez tilts her head as something bounces onto her letter. A padlock? She furrows her brow as she picks it up, "Melting metal is not what I'd call a group activity." Though now that she was looking closer at the pile of locks and thin metal strips she guessed blacksmithing wasn't what T had in mind.

"Not quite." T shrugs.

"T, hood." Uma huffs as she reaches up and tugs the hood off T's head.

T sighs. "Right."

"We're picking locks-" Gil slowly pushes his workbook away, "as a family?"

"Aye." Harry grins as he reaches over Deez and plucks the lock from her hand, "I see ya be findin' plenty o' locks." He winks at T.

T shrugs as he perches on the back of the last chair. "Figured they could work their way easy ta hard."

"You did promise to teach me." Deez frowns as she grabs another lock.

"And you kept dodging it." T leans over and ruffles her hair.

"I was already working on so many things-" She pouts as she reaches out to claim one of the thin strips of metal, "-and controlling my strength to this degree seemed really hard."

T waves her off.

"Same." Gil rubs the back of his head sheepishly, already holding a broken lock pick, "I mean I know ya taught me how to do this before…But it's been years and I wasn't that great even back then."

Deez hides a smile behind her hands. It felt nice in a strange way to know she wasn't the only one who had to worry about breaking the picks.

"So-" Uma clicks her tongue. "You gonna show us how to do this or what?"

T nods, "I figured Harry and I could both do it and show you different techniques."

"Cause we be ah lock pickin' completely different." Harry grins as he snatches the pick from her hand.

"Hey! Get your own shit." She glares, trying to stifle her laughter.

Gil chuckles as he reaches to hand her a new lock pick.

"Gonna show us tonight, Pretty Boy?" Uma's brow lifts.

"Aye Cap'n." Harry ruffles Deez's hair before he sits on the edge of the table and spins to face them. "Ya be ah needin' ta be feelin' for tumblers ta be jiggilin' them up, but ya be needin' ta be doin' it carefully or ya be breakin' the pick."

"Yeah…" Gil blushes.

Uma grins, "It's okay Sweet Boy, it looks like T brought plenty of picks too." Before she watches Harry carefully.

Deez frowns as she watches Harry until the lock in his hand pops open.

"Easy," He smiles before he shrugs, "once ya be gettin' ah load o' practice."

"No kiddin'." T grins as he picks up one of the bigger locks and picks set and slowly demonstrates another way to pick the lock with a different set of tools. And then another. And another. "Doesn't matter what works for you, as long as it pops."

They both made it look so easy. Deez furrows her brow as she looks down at the lock in her hand. She sets it on the table before she looks through the pile, grabbing a couple of the different tools T had been using as well as the pick Gil had already given her. She slowly inserts one of the tools into the opening, wiggling it around the way she'd seen Harry and T do. But she had no idea what Harry meant about 'feeling' for the tumblers.

She looks up in frustration when she breaks the third pick. Uma was also glaring at her lock as she tried to get the tumblers in place. Harry was helping Gil as T looked between her and Uma with a thoughtfully.

She glares at the lock in front of her. How was she supposed to understand this if she couldn't see what she was doing?

She raises an eyebrow before she looks back over her shoulder, "How mad are you gonna be if I break a lock?"

T tilts his head and opens his mouth before he shuts it, "Depends are you twisting it off or something or just breaking it because it's annoying you?"

"I want to see how the inside works." She huffs, "And it's annoying me." She adds with a shrug.

"Ah." T's eyes brighten as he leans forward and picks up three locks with a dial and numbers. "Only if you do it for the other two."

She can't help the smile as she takes the locks, "Oh darn, twist my arm." She presses her fingers to the seams on the dial until she can pop the front of the lock off. "Stupid lock." She glares at it before holding it out.

Uma gladly accepts the first one. "Thanks, Baby Girl."

She passes Gil the second, "Thank you." He sighs in relief.

When she pops the third lock for once it's T that snatches it from her, "I wanna know." He tilts his head to the side as he studies it before he slips picks from his pocket and fiddles with it.

Deez grins, "I'm just glad you're not calling me a cheater like you used to."

T shrugs, "The quicker you learn the better. Besides, this was just clever." He grins before the lock pops. "Huh." He shuts it again before handing it back to her. "Neat."

She takes the lock and looks it over before she takes a tool and carefully pokes around at the strange tiny mechanisms. She smiles, suddenly wishing Carlos was here. He'd have loved this kind of work.

She's pulled out of her concentration when Gil curses. She looks up to find a small pile of broken picks next to him.

"Gently Sweet Boy." Harry soothes as he starts massaging Gil's shoulders.

"The picks are too thin." He pouts as he drops another set.

Deez frowns as she looks at the pile. She wasn't sure how much it would help, but she remembered how much easier using the hammer got for him after Carlos wrapped the handle. She reaches across the table and collects the bent and broken pieces in one hand before she slowly starts heating it, rolling it until she can mold it around the pick she'd been using.

"Huh." T lifts a brow as he watches her intently, drawing both Harry and Gil's attention.

"Deez! You're forging!" Gil cheers, pulling Uma out of her concentration.

Deez looks down at her hands, "Well, you needed a bigger handle so I thought I'd-"

"Baby Girl," Uma claps, grinning ear to ear. "Look at you! Melting metal on the ship." She laughs. "That's, I'm so proud of you."

She blinks before she stands, "I guess I didn't even think about it." Her brow furrows before she slowly walks over to the tub and dips it in the water, smiling at the familiar hiss of the heated metal suddenly cooling.

"Best way to live life." T deadpans, either oblivious or just straight ignoring the glares being shot in his direction. "But, seriously. Very clever. I was literally just thinking we should forge him stronger picks outta rebar."

"Trip to the cove?" Deez asks excitedly as she turns back to the table with the dripping tool in hand.

"Hell yeah we can be ah takin' ah trip to the cove." Harry pumps his fist.

"Sounds good to me," Uma rolls her shoulders. "How long have we been at this."

"Round two hours." T supplies with a shrug.

Harry eyes T, "How long were ya plannin' on makin' them go?"

"Till they popped a lock?" T blinks, the silent duh almost palpable in his tone.

Deez chuckles as she dries the tool off on her hoodie and sets it in front of Gil, "Is that a good size?" He takes it, testing the weight and the grip in his hands before he nods.

"Yeah, thanks Deez."

"He's gonna need two D." T offers her another lock, and a pick to stick in it. "Think you can do it thoughtfully this time?" He challenges.

"Sure." Deez half grins as she takes the lock, "And you said I wasn't melting locks today." She'd melted metal on the ship and hadn't left a single scorch mark. Her grin widens. She really could control her fire, even without thinking about it. It made her chest warm. Her family trusted her not to burn the ship, but almost more importantly, she was starting to trust herself.

T rolls his eyes, "Don't make a habit of it."

"I'll do my best." She beams before she starts rolling the lock between her hands.

"Uh-huh," T responds with a raised brow. "See that you do."

She quickly repeats the process until she's able to present Gil with a bigger handled set of tools, "How's that?"

"Much better." Gil grins boyishly before he bends back over the lock with a look of concentration.

Harry nods in approval. "Aye, that be ah much better tools for our Sweet-"

"Hell yes!" Gil pumps his fist as he drops his new pick set. "Done!" He grins proudly as he points to the popped lock.

Deez claps happily, dancing in place in her excitement to have helped.

"Great job," Uma grins, pride shining in her eyes. "And awesome teamwork."

"Fuck yeah man, knew you'd be the first ta get it." T reaches over her seat to punch Gil's shoulder playfully.

"We're still going to the cove tomorrow though, right?" Deez asks as she leans against the back of Gil's chair, absently running her fingers through his hair.

"I really wanna make some sets for you guys out of rebar to reinforce the metal so it doesn't break on you guys." T nods.

"But I usually-"

"Gentle." T frowns. "They're not swords. It just makes more sense for me to do them. You four can play in the pool, get that one swimmin' better." He nods towards her. "And I'll just pull her when I need her. It'll be good practice for her. She still hates gettin' in and out. Win-win."

Deez nods before she drops her eyes. How was she going to be when they got to the pool? She hadn't thought about how her practice with T might affect her desire to swim. She frowns, but she wouldn't have looked forward to the cove if she were afraid of it, would she? She bites her bottom lip as her hand seeks the shell around her neck. She was just going to have to hope she hadn't ruined her family's fun with the pool.

It didn't matter how many times they came here, he was sure it would never get old. It was nice to just sit and relax. He was sore from being hunched over for so long last night, but he was sure by the sounds Uma made as she sunk into the warm water he wasn't the only one.

But with Deez on his lap, and Uma in Harry's he didn't have any complaints. It was rare that they just had a quiet day to recharge.

It was weird not being the one smithing today. He hoped T would hurry up so he could join them. As much as he'd advocated for T to have his freedom, he still didn't like how often he isolated himself.

How often both of them seemed to isolate themselves.

It was definitely something they were going to have to work on, but wasn't something he felt like he should push too hard right now.

He was just happy to have both Deez and T around.

He smiles as he squeezes Deez closer to his chest, content. The cool salty breeze was an amazing contrast to the warm water.

He could live in this moment forever and be okay with it.

Deez smiles up at him as she runs her hands over his shoulders, occasionally hitting a sore spot she was only too happy to work on for him.

She'd acted a bit weird when they'd come to the pool. Almost like she'd grown more hesitant around it. He wasn't sure exactly what had caused the backslide, but when she got in despite her obvious concerns, he'd let it go, chalking it up to how long it had been since they last visited.

He's pulled from his thoughts when Uma suddenly lets out a long resigned sigh.

Oh, he frowns, that was never good. He looks around in confusion. What was wrong? It was weird Uma would be the one to interrupt such a tranquil moment.

Uma picks her head up from Harry's shoulder. "I don't want to ruin this moment, like at all-" She swims out of Harry's lap before she turns to face them, easily treading water to keep herself in place. "but I can't keep putting this conversation off because I want to enjoy moments with you. It's kind of how I messed up in the first place."

Gil holds Deez to his chest tighter as the somber tone of Uma's voice concerns him. She sounded so grave.

"Ah couple mornings back T and I had an-" Uma closes her eyes as she dips slightly under the water before she renews her kicking, "interesting conversation."

"Ah, that be what the face be ah 'bout?" Harry titters after a sigh of relief, "What interestin' thing our Problem Child be ah gettin' inta now?"

"Well, I made him the deal you suggested Sweet Boy, and he took me up on it, and surprisingly well."

"Anything to get away from us for a while." He sighs as he looks towards the cave. What was up with that? He rarely joined them, and when he did it was to get shit done. It was like he never just wanted to chill with him anymore. He missed them just working on their own projects, sitting together quietly lost in their own worlds.

Had things really changed that much?

He wasn't sure when it started happening, but T seemed to be going non-stop. He wasn't even sure he slept half the time.

Had he always been like this and he'd just missed it?

Deez places a light kiss on his cheek before she shifts to sit behind him, the better to watch Uma while working on his shoulders and back.

"Give them some time to adjust." Uma swims forward to rest her arms on his and Harry's laps, "There's a lot of new stuff going on for all of us." She smiles softly, "Your advice Sweet Boy."

"I know." He sighs. And he stood by it. That didn't mean he had to like it though.

Uma takes a deep breath before letting it out. "Well, we already knew he was making deals with Senior. We just didn't know how many or what he got from them."

"So he did get a few good things?" Deez asks, her voice hopeful.

Uma rolls her eyes. "He traded working on your abilities and bringing you to your dad for a blow dart- Which I guess is some type of ranged weapon."

Deez's hands still on his back, "Oh. Oooh… That was actually a pretty good trade." She says, her voice impressed.

Uma turns to Deez, "You think so?"

"Well yeah. I uh," She sighs before her hands start working again, "well he caught me working on Gil's flute, so he told me to make a longer tube for the darts he had."

"Huh." Gil frowns. How could a glass straw be a weapon? His brow furrows. And like the darts they had at the chip shop? Those definitely wouldn't fit in a straw.

"What it be ah doin'?" Harry asks as he turns to Deez curiously.

"Remember spitballs? Think that with little darts." He could feel her shrug, "I never asked who gave them to him, but I know they entertained him for a little while."

"He's-" Uma's eyes narrow thoughtfully, "She wants to see if she can make something potent enough to affect people without having to be close. And he wants to use it."

Huh. That sounded like a cool idea that smelled of trouble. If the two managed to figure something out- That would be as exciting as it would be dangerous. He just knew deep in his heart that type of weapon would be used against them.

Uma was going to confiscate that thing so fast.

"So what did he get for offering to be entertainment?" Deez asks curiously.

Uma closes her eyes again before she continues, "Well, that one's actually a lot more complicated than Faustina let on." When she opens her eyes she looks to Harry before she backstrokes away just out of reach. She sighs, "He made a deal to provide two lackeys to Senior, and in exchange, he'll give T a list of-" Her lip curls in disdain, "-scumbags involved with their- their ring."

His eyes widen before he turns to Harry. T wouldn't seriously have promised to give Stromboli and the Coachman up to Senior, right?

His eyes narrow. No. He would. If it meant getting a list of all the other sick bastards running around on the isle. That's just how T worked, he probably hadn't even thought about Harry when he made that deal. He'd probably just thought of the people, the kids it would save.

Harry's eyes narrow dangerously, "What that be ah meanin' Uma?"

"It means if T or his-" She takes a deep breath before letting it out, "Goblins." She sighs, "Find them first they're being taken to Senior."

That was still weird to hear. He couldn't blame Uma for her exasperation. For not liking people, or at least being around them, T had gone out and recruited himself his very own army. He had eyes and ears almost everywhere now. He'd know about Maleficient's moves before they got a chance to be played. "Wait," Gil frowns, "What type of entertainment is T providing?"

Uma dips under the water slightly, before she pops back up. "Messin' with the Core's OV's." She sighs.

His eye twitches as he feels his muscles coil. T had agreed to mess around with not only Maleficent but Cruella and the Evil Queen too? His jaw tenses. What had he been thinking? They'd barely just gotten him back from his OV in time. He'd nearly died. Almost let Faustina die. How was he already back to being so reckless?

He watches as Harry shuts his eyes and brings his hand up to his forehead. His lips twisted in disapproval.

"Senior actually offered a third deal to him too, but T- Even when talking to me about it was pretty damn vehement that he'd rather- Her eye twitches as she throws a nasty look towards the alcove. "Fucking die, then to agree to it."

"What was it?" Deez asks as she rests her chin on his head as her elbows sit on his shoulders.

"Senior wanted reports on you. What you were doing. What you were getting into. Anything, in exchange for a secret he learned from T when he did the eye thing on him."

"Well dying instead of doing that is extreme." Deez sighs.

"Yeah," Uma sighs in a tone that coincided with his thoughts.

He was slightly impressed T was able to walk away from something like that. T was all about knowing everything. Next to Carlos and Deez, T was the most curious person he knew. He wasn't sure which one of them was worse. The only difference was T was willing to risk a lot more to learn the answers than Carlos was. Deez though.

"That sounds like one of his-" Deez tilts her head to the side before he feels her turn, "T's about to call me." She explains as she stands and pulls herself out of the pool, "Be right back."

"D! Tag!" They all hear seconds later.

Well, that was probably the loudest he'd ever heard T.

Harry groans as he lets his head hit the stone edge behind him, "So he be messin' with more damn OVs and be pulling names from the two I be ah looking for the past couple o' weeks."

Uma rubs her forehead. "Yeah." She sighs.

Well, that at least explained why he hadn't wanted to talk about it. He counts back from ten.

Had he not met the girl living with him?

What if something happened? Again?

What if they were both captured and tortured? Again?

He would lose his ever-living shit, that's what would happen.

"Fuck." Harry's jaw tenses before he slams a hand onto the surface of the water, "Fuck!"

"Yeah," Gil nods, completely feeling Harry's frustration.

Uma sighs, "I don't like it either, but a deal with Senior is a deal that would be stupid to break. There isn't much we can do now that it's been made. But I don't want T messin' round with OVs by himself. Honestly, I think it's one of the stupidest things I've ever heard."

"Aye." Harry fumes.

Gil runs a hand through his hair, "Did he tell you what he was planning to do?" It wasn't like they could undo the damage, just prevent more from piling up.

"Does he know how to plan?" Uma scowls towards the alcove.

"We could always make suggestions." Deez offers as she rejoins them, standing at the edge of the pool.

"Or we could not encourage it, and make sure Harry goes with him when he goes out." He sighs as he gestures Deez closer. "To make sure he doesn't do anything to get himself killed. Again."

"Aye. Which means you need to stay with him this time." Uma glares at Harry. "If he's going to let Senior know when he's about to do something stupid he can let us know too."

Deez frowns down at them before she sighs. "Hand?" she asks quietly before she walks up to the very edge of the pool beside him.

His hand extends to hers without thought.

But then his eyes widen as he tightens his grip when she suddenly leaps into the pool without any type of warning.

"Deez!" Uma swims forward.

He pulls her up and into his lap, wrapping an arm around her waist. His heart was beating hard against his chest as he felt her pulse racing beneath his thumb. "You jumped." He states dumbly.

Deez shakily shoves her hair out of her face, "Seemed like a good time to work on a fear." It would have sounded nonchalant if it weren't for the quiver.

Harry narrows his eyes. "That be an awfully good reaction ta be jumpin' in on ah impulse Baby Girl."

"I knew Gil wouldn't let me stay under long." She presses her face to his chest, her one hand still clinging to his like her life depended on it.

"Nope." He whispers, one hand brushing through her hair. Why was he the one to nearly have a heart attack when she was the one afraid of the water?

"I don't know what that was…" Uma shakes her head, "But you've made some huge strides Baby Girl. I'm proud of you. Jumpin' into the water all by yourself. Never thought I'd see the day."

Neither did he. Last time they'd come to the cove she'd barely gotten down the guppy paddle and now she was jumping in the water? Sure she was still terrified, but she made the plunge without any type of prompting. It was as impressive as it was confusing.

When and where had that sudden boost of confidence come from? Usually, when her head went underwater she was done. Or she came back up screaming. This time she'd been silent.

What happened?

"I'm just making sure I don't go back." She squeezes his hand which he is only too happy to squeeze back.

"Aye?" Harry lifts a brow. "That be so?"

She nods, "Sorry for the upset. But I didn't think you'd let me if I gave a warning."

Sure he would have. Just more cautiously. "It's nice to see you facing your fears-" He pauses as he looks between Deez, Harry, then to Uma and the cliff. "T's helping you too isn't he?"

He feels her lashes brush against his skin as she closes her eyes before she nods.

Gil sighs as he pulls her to him tighter. Had everyone asked for T's help but him? He'd been thinking about it for a while. But after seeing the cliff dive with Uma he'd reconsidered. If that's what he'd done to Uma, what was he going to do to him?

He swallows.

He couldn't argue the results though. He never thought he'd see the day Uma jumped from that height, or see Deez willingly dip her head underwater. And he knew Harry was working with him on his fear of chains too.

Oh no. He was going to have to do this too, wasn't he?

Uma glares in the direction of the cave, "At least tell me you asked him he didn't just throw you in, right?"

"Why?" He blinks. "Would he do something like that?"

"Trying to be helpful apparently," Uma growls.

Harry tilts his head to the side before he lets out a bark of laughter. "I did'nah be ah realizin', but now I be ah thinkin' bout it, ya never would ah been agreein' ta that."

"Ya think?" Uma glares at him before she swims over to sit between him and Harry.

"Wait you didn't ask T for help? He just seriously did that on a whim?"

"We'd talked about how we were all working on fears, he offered to walk out to the cliff with me. Wasn't what I bargained for, but I wasn't completely blindsided." She shakes her head, "I've learned to ask questions."

Oh god. This sounded like surprise two point oh. Was he going to be next if he didn't ask?

"Baby Girl, answer me."

"It was my idea," Deez assures her, though Gil couldn't help but notice the shiver.

The three let out a collective sigh of relief.

"All of it?" Gil asks. He wanted to know what he was getting himself into.

She stares up at him for a long moment before she sighs, "Mixing in working on a new ability was a surprise."

"He still be ah wantin' ya ta be settin' fire in the water?" Harry questions as he leans against Uma, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to rest a hand on Deez's head.

"Yeah."

He looks down at her in concern. Was that why she'd been so scared the other day when he'd picked her up from the cove? Had she really been able to set fire under the water? And so quickly?

He knew she was incredible. That T could sometimes bring out the worst in people. He knew T could be relentless too. He wanted to know so badly what their practice was- But a part of him knew better than to ask. He just knew he wouldn't like the answer. Wonderful. Either way, he was going to be going into this blind, and most likely end up either hating or being afraid of T by the end of this.

"So, we were enjoying the water and having fun?" Deez prompts before she reaches a hand out and presses it to the stone, apparently using both methods to reheat the water to a nice steam.

"Yeah," He nods. Uma had given them a lot to digest. A calm, warm pool seemed like a good place to reflect on it. He smiles as Harry hooks Uma with his leg and pulls her to his chest.

"Aye, that we were."

Yo sup?

How did ya'll like this chapter?

Were you shocked that T left so quickly after that conversation? No. I didn't think so, but just checking. But were you surprised Uma okayed it?

So we all know Uma/Harry got a verbal smackdown in the last chapter- But still, what did you guys think about the Captain not being willing to test Gil?

What was your first reaction to Uma walking in on Gil and Harry teaming up on Deez? Yeah, we know she could knock them off if she really tried, but they're family. And Deez would never want to hurt them. Do you think it's sweet that she holds back?

Holy shit, T actually came back. And on time? I'm shook. Are you?

Seems like Harry can't help himself from stealing from Deez. Challenge, habit, or straight up teasing? What do you guys think of the interaction?

Damn, Deez lit up on the ship. Anyone else proud of her for finally having enough confidence?

Does Deez being hesitant to visit her family's paradise sound right to you? Now, why would Deez act weird about visiting the pool?

Poor Uma, right? She wants nothing more than to enjoy the time she's getting with her family. But Gil's verbal lashing still has that stinging reminder that she has to be open with them. Thoughts?

Oh Gil. He just knows that blow dart is going to get used on them. Agree?

Do you get the feeling Deez would have rather T just 'spied' on her? Do you also think dying instead of doing that is extreme?

Deez jumped in the pool. On her own. Proud of her? And lolz, how cute was she trying to diffuse the sitch at the pool? And how telling was her trust in Gil, besides being adorbz of course?

Everyone else is asking T for help with their fears. Think Gil will too?

Look at our Sweet Boy understanding Deez's moods, shame he doesn't like the reasons. What do you think?

Proud of Deez for actually managing a distraction?

And was anyone surprised by the fact T kicked Gil off smithing duty for the smaller more fine work? Cute? Obnoxious?

We'd love to know!

Much love and appreciation

-Twisted

(FF only)

FC- We're hoping you're doing better. Thank you for leaving reviews even though you're not in the best place. We really appreciate the shit outta you, but please don't feel obligated.

Dobby, we missed you at our last couple of isle fireside chats, we hope you're okay.

Quint Brit and Bookworm we're worried about you, and hope you're alright.

Tiffany! Much love. Thanks again for the beautiful bracelets, we really appreciate you!