I'm sorry. I am really sorry. I am back. FOR REAL. In fact, I am going to try and update like three times a week. I should really update everyday. I don't remember who did the last prompt, but I am going to go through some old reviews and pick those. I will also choose any new prompts. Y'all deserve the world. Also... this story is going to be before descendants 3 because... well, I can't have the sea three escaping to Auradon whenever they want lol.

I'm really back though, I briefly went to wattpad for a change of pace. Might of messed up my writing style askdfladbfhe. I'm a clown lol, that site is not for me.

Life vs Death

But then the angel voice called out to the pirate again, this time with more life and a hint of energy. Turning around, Harry raced towards his sea princess, sliding on his knees for the last few feet. Gil still had his hands pressed on Uma's side, visible tears escaping the side of his eyes.

"A-aye, cap'n?" Harry murmured softly, stroking the side of her face with affection. There was still hope, and hope was a dangerous thing.

Uma coughed, the words getting stuck in her throat. "F-facilier..."

Facilier? What did Celia's dad have to do with Uma. Maybe he was the one pulling all of the strings. Harry clutched his hand into a fist, his emotions clouding his judgement. "Dinnae worry luv, aw'll avenge ye."

Uma didn't have the strength to speak more, her eyelids closing in exhaustion. Quickly, he placed his hands on the side of her neck. It felt like eternity before he felt the tell tale signs of life. The slow pulse of life. While they had their brief chat, Gil had wrapped his bandana tightly against Uma's wound. Sliding his hands underneath her weak body, Harry carried the limp body of Uma. They did not have to worry about Brick nor Cornelia getting in the way, both injured in different ways. As much as Harry wanted to end both of their lives, he could not waste anymore time.

It was while they two lost pirates were walking in the alleys of the Isle with their fallen captain, that Gil spoke up. He knew that Harry was too caught up in his feelings to understand what Uma's last words really meant. Facilier had nothing to do with Cornelia or Brick, heck, he probably did not even know who they were.

"Harry..."

The son of Hook stayed quiet, his mind set on one task. Any small talk could wait.

"...when Uma said Facilier," Gil continued, having been around Harry long enough to know that he was welcome to explain, "she meant that he could save her."

Harry almost stumbled and fell with his precious cargo, the news hitting him like a block of concrete. He knew that they were going to save Uma, he just had no clue how. Not to mention, Dr. Facilier was formally a voodoo doctor. There was nothing that mentioned him having ways to heal others on the Isle. It made sense though, if everyone knew that he was a doctor, than nothing good would come of it. Sure, the first couple of weeks they might try to stay on his good side, but after awhile they will try to end him. Who needs someone on the Isle that could potentially heal your enemies every time they were injured.

"Gil, run ahead 'n' tell th' guid doctor that weh ha'e ah situation." Harry ordered.

Gil nodded, there was no use in arguing. He did have some concerns about how Harry was going to protect their captain on the walk towards the Arcade, but he kept that to himself. Even though Uma was unconscious and Harry was emotionally unstable, they were still a force to reckon with. Harry without his anchor was someone to steer clear of.

Once Gil was out of sight from Harry, he allowed the tears to fall freely. It was his fault that Uma was in this state, he was always so goofy and unconcerned with life. Why was he always the loose end? Why was he always the screw up? Every time someone wanted revenge on Uma, they came after him; every time someone wanted revenge on Harry, they came after him; even if they wanted revenge on the crew, they came after him. What was it about the estranged son of Gaston? Gil clutched his fist in anger storming through the sewage like passageways of the Isle.

A glint of light hit a glassy object near the lid of a trashcan. Moving closer to inspect the object, Gil realized that it was just a broken piece of glass from a bottle. He was about to leave it where it was when an idea popped in his head. Picking up the discarded treasure, Gil held it over the palm of his hand, putting enough pressure to draw blood. From this day forward, I am going to do better.

Dr. Facilier hummed a merry tune enjoying the banter of the Isle children. These priceless games were on hot demand, seeing that he was the only person to own one. The amount of revenue he received from these clueless kids was ridiculous. As he was standing in the middle of the spacious room admiring his handiwork, he noticed a blonde figure walking into the room.

"Long time no see Gil." Dr. Facilier greeted. Gil was one of his favorite customers, not only was he great with kids, but he treated everyone else as equals or even above him. It was very humbling. However, he noticed something off about his posture. He seemed injured, more mentally than physically. "What's going on."

Gil snorted softly, the only adult that actually treated him better than dirt. "It's Uma. She's hurt bad."

He could see the many emotions that flew through Facilier's mind. Then it was unreadable, he had come to a decision. Gil knew that Uma and Facilier had a few run ins, usually it was just business but there were a few occasions when it was friendly banter.

"Everyone out! The arcade is closed today!" Facilier yelled, shooing away the scared kids. In a minute, the place was filled with just the two of them. The door creaked open shortly afterwards. Harry had a determined glare on his face as he carried the limp figure of Uma down the ramp.

Thanks for reading! Next update is either gonna be Tuesday or Wednesday, depends on the response on this chapter honestly. OH. BTW. In case you didn't read, maybe hold the Uma whump for a little bit. Poor girls been through enough.