Third installment of the week! Review if you have a prompt for me. Also, review if you just wanna show this poor author some love.

Recovery

A few hours had gone by with seemingly no change to Uma. Harry and Gil had been in a whispered argument about who had the credentials to guard Celia. This was a hiccup that they could care less for, not to mention it was basically babysitting. Dr. Facilier watched with amusement, enjoying the pirates heated banter.

"Ah'm naht good wit' bairns Gil." Harry hissed running a hand through his disheveled hair.

Gil scoffed shaking his head in disagreement. He had seen the way Harry dealt with CJ and she was a spitfire. "You have the most experience out of all of us, plus, CJ seems to think you're an awesome sitter."

"Tha's differen'." Harry glanced at Uma's prone figure, wishing his captain would just wake up and make the decisions that she was so great at. Obviously Gil wouldn't understand looking out for family, since his was basically nonexistent. He only took care of CJ because his father was incapable of completing that task and he wasn't alone, Harriet did most of the work... "Ah kin ask mah sister."

Dr. Facilier thought about either Harriet or CJ keeping Celia safe and he was pleased. Both girls had a name for themselves and most scum on the Isle would think twice about hurting his daughter. Maybe he would have to thank James for having such impressive children, but then again, no one in their right mind would compliment anyone on the Isle. A sure sign of weakness screaming that their kid was better than your kid. Since none of the occupants had anything negative to add to Harry's suggestion, the young pirate took off in search of his sister.

The Isle never changed. The same bleak corners coupled with children filled with no hope. Depression seeped through the walls and drowned those who happened to be unfortunate enough to live there. As high and mighty Auradon was living in its golden seat, they would never have the gall to admit that what they were doing to these young kids was wrong. Just because the parents were royal screw ups and were fueled by unbridled revenge did not mean that their kids would grow up the same. However, these villain kids were never given a chance, and eventually, their parents legacy would be the only thing driving them to keep going.

Harriet had given these kids something to live for. The ocean always seemed more beautiful with the golden barrier taunting them of their captivity. Someday, they would sail across the blue seas and create a world of their own away from their parents. Sitting on top of a rickety roof, the wind tousled Harriet's hair all over the place. Suddenly, a low baritone voice broke the silence of the sea, Harriet recognizing the person immediately.

"Why are you up here all by yourself?"

Harriet smiled softly, watching two kids sword fight with broken branches, "just thinking of the future Andy."

Anthony scoffed still not used to the nickname. He didn't like it, but it was a price he was willing to pay. Wrapping his arms around the daughter of Hook, Andy buried his head in her neck. He had just finished attending a meeting with his group. Even though he wasn't a part of Harriet's crew, she had expressed that he was welcome to join whenever. There would always be a spot for him. "And?"

"..." Harriet did not respond having noticed a familiar figure racing through the alleys. Last time she had been in their territory was when Gil tried to end it all. If he was visiting her, than something dire must of happened, her brother did not come over for leisure visits. Even though she had hinted that she would like to catch up on their very short child hood. "Harry! Up here!"

The son of Hook glanced up at the roof before adeptly scaling the pipes that were on the side of the building. He seemed to be out of breath, like he had been running for hours. Despite the fact that he was wearing black eyeliner to accentuate his blue eyes, Harriet could clearly see that her brother had not had a chance to rest. "What's up?"

Anthony silently stayed put, daring Harry to say anything negative about him. He had tried to be friends with Harriet's younger brother, but they always seemed to be walking on eggshells. "Ah need ah favor."

The dark haired lover of Harriet rolled his eyes at the request. Of course that's why he was here, he would never show up for anything else. "Figures."

"Somethin' ye wid lik' tae say Tremaine?" Harry challenged. There was something Harry couldn't stand about Anthony, but he couldn't quite describe it. It was almost like he had met him in another life. Maybe it was the history behind his family, how they treated their own family like dirt. But Harriet had insisted that he was nothing like the stories, that he raised himself like a prince. Royal blood really does affect the mind.

Anthony shook his head. He wanted to be friends with Harry, but talking was not going to do it. He had to help him, show him that he really wanted to be a part of their family. CJ liked him well enough, so why couldn't he?

Darkness. Pain. Voices. Those were the three primary things that registered in Uma's muddled brain. Her limbs felt like jelly not to mention her extreme hunger. It felt like she had been swimming underwater for weeks without end. As much as she enjoyed doing nothing, this was torture. The voices suddenly hushed, almost like they could hear her think. Then they resumed. Uma tried very desperately to resurface back to the living world, but an invisible weight pulled her back under. Thankfully, the pain that had assaulted her senses disappeared into the void as well.

Last installment of the week. I'm going to go back through the chapters and fix Harry's dialogue lol. I realized he didn't exactly have an accent. So.. yea