Harry found his heart hardening with every doubtful comment whispered about Uma. She wasn't coming back, they said contempt and anger dripping from their voices. They were demanding for the useless search for her to end, for Harry to give up all hope of ever seeing Uma again.
Harry's usual response was gripping their mouths in his hand, his sharp hook that he always carried in the other, playfully caressing their throat. He'd violently demand they'd say it again, and let the sharp hook linger on their jugular. He'd give them a threatening manic smile.
Terrified they usually backed off, preferring to keep alive. That ended today, with one member bravely standing up to Harry whose uncontrollable nature had finally tittered over to full insanity. Harry lifted his hand gripping the hook that never left his side firmly.
He gave an eerie grin and his eyes seemed elsewhere, as he loses himself in rage, hatred, and anger all emotions that were usually subsided by Uma. He felt lost, empty, with a false sense of freedom, even though he was happily living out his darkest fantasies.
Harry's eyes looked crazed and wild, and everyone watched on in fear as the man begged for his life. Harry felt the mans blood drip from his fingers, and he laughed with glee. This felt good. This felt right.
The man had stopped breathing awhile ago, but Harry doesn't retreat. He continues and everyone's stomach twists up feeling disgusted. Gil walked into the room, wondering why a crowd had gathered. He made his way through and looked on in horror as he saw what Harry was doing.
"Stop!" He screams rushing at Harry.
He pushes Harry down, both falling to their sides, and Harry fights against him. Gil says Harry's name and Harry slowly comes back to reality. He turns and locks eyes with Gil, his breathing is erratic and hard. Emotions stir in Harry as he recognizes his best friend since childhood.
"Harry, Calm down," Gil pleads.
Harry pushes Gil away and gets up. He looks around the room watching as everyone looks away from him cowering in fear. Harry bites his lip in frustration and goes to brush a hand through his hair. He stops as he looks down at his hand, the man's blood starting to dry. The smell of blood begins to overwhelm him.
What have I done? He thinks as the harsh realization of his actions hit him. Uma would be angry, she'd yell at him and curse his name. Telling him, that's now how they handle things on her ship. He felt a sense of guilt as he imagined the disappointment on Uma's face.
He briskly runs away pushing past anyone in his way and locks himself in his quarters. He doesn't eat for days. He feels numb to any emotion that tries to flicker inside of him. How could he go back? He killed someone, not just anyone, someone from his own crew.
He wanted to go back to the old Harry. The Harry that had Uma beside him restraining him from losing all control. He had felt the rush and thrill of bringing death to another. He loved it. There was no way he could go back to how he was before. That Harry was as dead as the crew member he killed.
He was a new Harry, a distraught somehow more violent husk of the Harry everyone once knew. Harry starts breathing heavily, his chest feeling tight. He cried in anger, or was it fear?
There was an internal battle going on inside of Harry, as part of himself attempted to try to mend its self back together. It was useless, Uma was his needle. Without her, he was loose thread being ripped at the seams.
Harry recalls a memory from his childhood. Harry and Uma had been adventuring one day and came upon a hidden spring of water. Fresh Water. It was their secret, they didn't tell a soul not even to their best friend, Gil. They would swim together neither speaking a word, as they both relished in the cool water.
Uma enjoyed the silence, and Harry enjoyed observing Uma's pure delight in being able to freely swim again. The water was her domain. It was her home, and sometimes he found himself fearing that one day it'll take her away from him. Was that what was happening now? Did the sea call to Uma, beckoning for her touch as much as he?
Uma once broke the silence to speak of her life before the Isle. She spoke of her mother's craftiness and how her mother escaped after her revival. Her mother had managed to avoid detection for four years before Uma ruined it all.
Uma grew tired of the isolation and wanted to explore. She swam too far away and got caught in a fisher's net. The fisherman looked shocked to see a child that looked suspiciously like Ursula the lost sea witch.
Captured and taken to the Kingdom Of Auradon, Uma had no choice but to reveal her mother's location. Soon after they place, Uma and her Mother on the Isle, trapping them forever just like the rest of the villains. Her mother had resented her ever since, compensating by neglecting her daughter and downing her constantly.
Uma always regarded that event as the lowest point of her life, a point she'd never reach, ever again. She vowed to get revenge on Auradon for taking away the sea from her. From taking everything from everyone on the Isle.
And Uma would have achieved her goal if she wasn't thwarted by her long-time sworn enemy Mal. Mal. That traitor definitely has something to do with Uma's disappearance, Harry's face twisted up in anger at the thought of the girl he once foolishly thought he loved.
A knock on the door breaks Harry from his thoughts. Gil was on the other side announcing himself and asking if he could come in. Harry stays quiet and silently hopes Gil would just walk away. He doesn't.
Instead, he hears the jingling of keys and the unlocking of the door. Harry looks up and sees Gil opening the door with a smile and tray in hand. Gil's smile slightly falters as he catches sight of Harry's bloodied hook, on the ground. He tells himself not to think about it as he tries to pretend the earlier events hadn't transpired. He had to focus on getting Harry back to normal. It's what Uma would want.
"Brought you something, I thought you might be hungry," He chirps happily, setting the tray on the unused desk in Harry's room.
"I'm not," Harry simply states with a glare, longing to let loneliness persist.
"Come on Harry," Gil begs, "It's your favorite and just the way you like it."
Harry's stomach growls, and Gil gives Harry a smug smile. Harry grunts in annoyance, but reluctantly arises from the bed walking over to the desk. He grabs a piece of fried fish on the tray and takes a small bite. He gingerly chews and savors the taste. Gil beams with joy, feeling proud of his accomplishment for getting Harry to eat. Harry slowly chews and rolls his eyes in annoyance. After finishing the fish piece in his hand he scratches his head in slight irritation, as Gil continues to stare.
"She'll be back soon," Gil assures silently, feeling fearful as he watches Harry's body stiffen.
"Leave," Harry demands angrily, fearing that he might actually hurt his friend.
Gil's eyes widened in surprise, and he takes a step back trying to assess the situation. Realizing that every potential scenario ended in his untimely death, he reluctantly walks to the door gripping the handle.
"You're not the only one hurting, she's our friend too," He says referring to the feelings of him and the crew.
Harry doesn't say a word in response, only wanting to see Gil gone. He knew if he replied the argument may turn deadly, so he bit his tongue. Gil walks out the door solemnly, and Harry grabs the tray off the desk, walking back to the bed. He takes a couple more bites, before feeling frustrated, and throws the tray across the room in anger.
Harry screams in anger, fear, and loneliness. He was a mess of emotions right now, and couldn't exactly place his feelings. His mind screamed blood, and his heart screamed for Uma. The room felt stifling and Harry has an overwhelming urge to leave. He glances at the window in his cabin and feels relieved to see the darkness of the night sky.
Grabbing his hook, he furtively leaves his cabin praying Gil is long gone. He makes his way up the ship, using passages rarely used by the crew, and finally reaches the top deck. The cold night breeze hits him hard, and he shivers slightly, as he walks to the bottom of crow's nest. He hears hushed whispers around him but ignores them all as he makes his way up the crow's nest.
Once up top, he roughly pushes himself in. He catches his breath and looks up at the stars shining brightly in the night sky. He sees the star his father used to speak of, the star that leads straight to Neverland. He imagines himself having his father's adventures and his biggest enemy being a cunning ten-year-old boy.
Maybe in Neverland, he'd find a crocodile who'd finally bite his hand off. He'd try to get Tick-Tock to do it for years, but the crocodile was old and tired now. Harry had long given up on the idea of finding a crocodile to take his hand, so he could finally wear his father's hook. No longer having to carry it around, and feel like a fool for not living up to his father's legacy.
He wasn't like his sisters, who were natural born-leaders. Both were captains of their own ships and made their father proud. He was a disappointment, a fluke of a Hook as his father would say. Uma was the only one that believed in him and thought he was worth something, well besides Gil.
So he wasn't Captain? Who cares? First Mate was a better position in his opinion. Besides, he loved watching Uma lead and have the crew fawn over her. She was such a beautiful entity to watch, and when she took control...well, Harry loved that most of all.
Love seemingly was Harry's greatest enemy. He'd die for it. He'd fight for it. And yet here he was alone, the one he loved nowhere in sight. He missed her terribly, and it seemed the longer she was gone, the more he fell apart.
Harry was getting cold, he left his jacket in his room somewhere, so he was left here shivering. He climbed out of the Crow's nest and made his way back down. He takes the same route as before, but instead of going to his room he finds himself at a whole different location, Uma's room.
They both had spent so many nights in here coming up with plans and ranting about the Isle. He wondered if the room still looked the same, knowing the thought was stupid because no one else had been in there. He opens her door slowly and hesitantly walks in.
The room was left untouched everything exactly where she left it. It's been days since Harry and Uma were in here discussing the plan for taking over Auradon and freeing everyone on the Isle. Harry closes his eyes trying to remember Uma's voice.
"I'll take over Auradon, and I'll be the queen," She muses happily, her hands dramatically waving in excitement. She places her hands on her hips as Harry ogles her feeling pleased.
She grabs Harry's arm and pulls him closer to her. Her other hand brushes his cheek, and he leans into her hand.
"And you my king of sorts," She adds, "We'll mostly rule together, just as we always planned."
"Mmm," He moans excitedly, enjoying the pleasure of her touch, as his face rubbed against her hand. "Sounds great. Wait, mostly?"
She moves her hand away feeling a strange feeling stir inside her. Gods, it's happening again. Make it go away. Make it go away.
Harry frowns at Uma missing her touch and saddened they weren't going to be equals. Uma walks a couple paces to her desk chair then leans on it for support.
"We have an agreement, Uma." Harry reminds her.
"I was just joking. Gods, Harry, you take everything much too seriously."
Harry flashes Uma a disbelieving look but decides to let it go. Uma crosses her hands across her chest in deep thought. "There's one potential dent in our plan," she admits.
"Besides, you taking more than your share?" Okay, maybe he couldn't let it go.
"Mal," She complained, wanting to rinse her mouth for even speaking that traitors name.
"Her?" That girl was no threat at all. Harry forgets being annoyed with Uma for her earlier remark and continues."The traitor will be very easy to dispose of." Harry beamed, happily gesturing with his hook.
"Ugh no, way too easy," She says at his implication, "She has experience in magic, more than me at the moment."
"It'll come to you naturally," He assures. "And we're not going to kill her?" He asks disappointed.
"I know, but magic, well big magic takes more skill and experience," She explains remembering her mother's teachings, "No, but we'll definitely make sure she suffers for the rest of her pathetic life."
"You can do it," he encourages, "Are you sure?" Harry asks about Mal's intended fate.
"Oh I'm sure," She says, "Mal's suffering is our true revenge."
He did enjoy suffering. A lot. And Mal's suffering well that would bring him great joy. Harry gives Uma a smile in response, and she gleefully cackles sounding a little like her mother.
Harry opens his eyes leaving his final memory of Uma. He looks around the room again, and something peculiar catches his eye. There on top of her desk was a map. A map he's never seen before. He walks over to the desk and picks up the map. He reads the title and gasps, letting the map fall to the floor. Atlantica the map had read. She was in Atlantica, and soon Harry would be there too.
A.N. I want to thank everyone who's supporting this story! I really appreciate it! Anyway, next chapter will be pretty intense. Lots of drama. Maybe even some reuniting? We'll see... In the meantime though, I'm working on a fic request which will hopefully be done this week, and a potential one shot? Not sure yet, please pray I don't start another series. Thanks, everyone, till next time!