I'm sorry it took me forever but I'm back now so you can't yell and besides, this is a long chapter. I plan to update every weekend. Btw, I'm still accepting prompts, don't worry I have ideas of my own if you want to read them. This isn't a fanfic that can't continue without prompts.

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Prisoner 3

"I need you to spray the ointment on Gil's wound." Harriet mumbled to Uma as she threaded the needle preparing to stitch up Gil's still bleeding wound.

"Which one?" Uma questioned as she stared at bloody mess one and two.

"The biggest, most wicked one." Harriet motioned to his stomach. Uma quickly sprayed the healing liquid onto Gil's wound before Harriet got to work.

Uma didn't like watching Harriet stitch up Gil's wound, especially since the cut wasn't even straight. It was jagged and disturbing to look upon. Harriet seemed to be calm with the stitching, she wasn't even grossed out about the blood.

"Harriet...," Uma breathed as calmly as she could, "how are you so skilled at stitching?"

Harriet sighed, trying her best to make the stitching as expertise as possible with the crooked cut. "I think you know."

Uma nodded. She knew exactly why. Even when she had backed her first mate into a corner and demanded an answer to some of his various injuries, and he had reluctantly told her, she didn't, wouldn't believe it. It's funny how the kids that have the most abusive parents are the ones that are left behind on the Isle to die. Worst part is, one almost did.

"Mind getting your feet out of the dirt and pass me the gauze?" Harriet questioned as the tension dropped in the room.

Uma calmly gave the object to Harriet.

"I need you to help me hold him up so I can wrap him up." Harriet motioned to Uma.

Uma gently placed her hands underneath Gil's shoulder blades, before she slowly lifted him. Not even a whimper of pain escaped Gil's lips. To say they were worried about Gil, was an understatement. They were terrified.

Harriet began wrapping his newly stitched side with the fresh gauze. Wrapping it three times to make sure it was tight, Harriet helped Uma lay him back onto the mat. Now they just had to deal with the arrow wound on his knee. Uma sighed. At least Harry wasn't this badly injured... right?

Harry awoke in a different position. His hands were bound high above his head and chained to some kind of knob up above. His feet were just low enough so that they weren't dangling. Now that he thought about it, and it hurt to think, the basement he was being held in kind of reminded him of an abandoned meat locker. Makes sense, any animals were killed for food, and the ones alive are either too genius to catch or are owned by smart owners who knew that reproducing animals is a better profit than killing them.

Harry groaned, realizing for the first time that breathing really hurt, and even the slightest movement would elicit a pained cry. The world tilted wildly when he moved his head, and for a moment, he almost forgot what happened. When he tried to concentrate on his surroundings, they would just blur together and make his head hurt worse than it already top it all off, he was still hungry, and the fact that he didn't know the condition of Gil made it that much worse.

Brick and Cornelia had decided to get a little fresh air, well, as fresh as the Isle air could get, after Harry's attempted escape. They had picked a little pub that the frequented and that wasn't too far from the abandoned meat warehouse.

The dingy restaurant was nothing like Ursula's fish 'n chips. They crowd was nasty, the food was despicable, and the place was small, but if you wanted any gossip, this was the place to be. The Chipped Rumor. The reason they were here was for information on Uma and her crew.

They had been sitting there for about thirty minutes when they heard a middle aged woman speaking about their prey. Cornelia sidled her way towards while Brick stayed behind hoping to gather some more information from different customers.

"What's this I hear about Uma?" Cornelia questioned when she was within earshot.

The lady looked her up and down before answering, "depends how much you're willing to pay."

Cornelia flashed two gold coins and plopped it into her hands. Instantly, the ladies demeanor changed and she was all mouth.

"Heard this from my cousin that visits her restaurant almost everyday. Turns out, her first mate, Harry Hook, is missing and," The lady paused as she held out her hand for more money. Cornelia reached into her pocket and drew out three coppers and a silver coin. The lady frowned and shook her head, but Brick walked up and placed a gold coin in her hand. "that'll do, so Harry's missing and Gil, Gastons rejected flesh and blood, is about to leave the Isle."

Cornelia glanced at Brick who shrugged his shoulders. They left the lady with her spoils and walked out the pub.

"Was that you?" Cornelia asked Brick immediately.

"No," Brick shook his head, "I reckon it was Gaston and his boys."

"What?!" Cornelia glanced at Brick with wide eyes. Is he saying that Gil gets abused by his family? Sunshine boy, the same one who stole her necklace and thinks the Isle is a great place? Brick nodded his head as they entered the building where Harry was confined.

Cornelia walked down the stairs still perplexed with this new bit of information.

"You know, we could use their alliance." Brick spoke.

"Are you kidding?" Cornelia searched Brick's eyes for any signs of him jesting but was shocked to find that he was dead serious.

"Just think about it, Jr. and Bronze are ruthless, and they hurt people for fun, even their own brother." Brick smiled.

"Yeah b-" Cornelia stopped in her tracks. She had moved the curtain out of the way only to reveal that their prisoner was no more. The shackles were broken and the place seemed to have been vacant for almost half an hour. He was gone. Harry was gone. Their prisoner had escaped. There was no way he could have done it on his own, Brick had made sure of that. So the question was, who did it?

Uma had arrived at Brikers lighthouse a little earlier than planned. She wanted to get a feel of the are she would be dueling Cornelia and winning Harry back. Little did she know that Cornelia wouldn't be keeping her end of the bargain. Harriet had come along despite everything Uma tried. So instead, she promised she'd watch from a distance.

"Uma! So glad you could make it." Cornelia smiled as she waltzed up towards Ursula's daughter.

"Cut the chase Corn, where is Harry?" Uma questioned. She saw Brick but Harry was not there.

"Well we left him, in case you brought any friends to free him while we were battling, but it seems you've kept your end of the deal," Cornelia shrugged, "don't worry, we'll get him once we have a clear winner."

"Yeah? Who's the ref?" Uma asked as she drew her sword.

"Brick." Cornelia answered as she prepared for battle.

"Ready,"

Cornelia and Uma nodded their heads as they waited for the imminent fight.

"Set,"

Cornelia assumed a defensive stance while Uma got herself ready to assault Cornelia.

"Battle!"

Uma charged for Cornelia. The fury in her attacks were evident. She wasn't just fighting for her pride, and her honor, she was fighting for her crew, Gil, and Harry.

Cornelia was ready for her, she parried each swipe and cut, and when she had an opening, she pushed Uma back to create some space.

Uma quickly covered the gap and doubled her furious barrage. She was so fast, that Cornelia already had a couple cuts and scratches. Rolling out the way of a fatal blow, Cornelia kicked Uma in the side. Finally, she had landed a hit on the slippery octopus.

Uma frowned at the hit, but it quickly disappeared when she saw how tired and weak Cornelia was. She needed that kick to catch her breath, and Uma needed that kick to see how much damage she's already dealt. Cornelia was clearly outnumbered.

Uma stalked around Cornelia. She flashed a cruel smile, before she planted her boot in her face. Cornelia fell back, and tried to get up but was met with a stabbing pain in her leg. Uma had stuck a knife into her thigh.

"Ahhh!" Cornelia cried out in pain as she struggled to push Uma away from her before she caused anymore damage.

"I won." Uma breathed as she stared down at her opponent.

"Actually... you lost." Cornelia breathed raggedly as she motioned for Brick to intervene.

Uma frowned. "I knew it. Harriet!"

Harriet emerged from the bushes her pirate sword already ready for battle.

"I suggest you tell us where Harry is before we beat you both, and kill you." Uma growled as she and Harriet advanced on them.

"Brick don't. It's not worth it." Cornelia cried out in pain as she ripped the knife out of her thigh. "We don't have him."

"WHAT?!" Harriet took a step forward anger etched throughout her entire body.

"Yeah, what the h-"

"He was... taken from our custody. By the time we got there he was gone." Cornelia grumbled not at all happy to relay that they were terrible guards.

"Where was he?"

"I'm not-"

"-the old meat factory." Brick cut Cornelia off.

"Leave." Uma ordered.

"What?" Harriet looked perturbed and confused.

"Leave before I kill you." Uma clarified.

Brick picked up Cornelia without another thought and left.

"If they don't have him... then who does?" Harriet asked.

"I have a pretty good guess." Uma snarled. She did not look happy.

Harry had awoken with a start. He wasn't completely aware of his surroundings so he didn't see the shadow creeping towards him. He tried to move despite his injuries, and was surprised to find that he was no longer chained but strapped to a bed. Cornelia or Brick, probably Cornelia, must of had pity on him.

"You're awake."

Harry's breath quickened, which increased the pain in his lungs. He stared with wide eyes at the silhouette of a figure. Then he realized who it was, when they stepped into the light. He was confused, he still didn't know why they were there and where he was.

"Mal?"

Such a long chapter ughhhhhhhhh. Please review it means a lot! Seriously it does.