The deck of the ship was cold and murky from a slight fog that was just settling in. Harry was on the sterncastle deck, the wheel of the ship right in front of him. With no reason to turn the giant wheel, he stood firmly watching it in silence. His eyes only straying to flicker to the white-grey sky overhead. The clouds enveloped the sky like a cloak and the shining sun was obscured from view but still, it's brightness peeked through. It reminded Harry a little of how he felt now.

Like the clouds hid the sun, the Isle had hidden Harry's love but still, he managed to let just a small piece shine. He knew that practically everyone on the Isle had an inkling of suspicion that what he implied he felt for Uma was very real. He was definitely not subtle about his feelings. Yet still, it seemed everyone acknowledged that Harry was so obviously in love with Uma memo but her.

They had played an enticing game of question and rejection for years now. The more Uma rejected him the more Harry just assumed Uma had a mouth-watering desire for him. He was slowly throwing a light on the potential of what Uma and he could be and now that they were off the Isle; Could they actually be together? Not as friends but as something more.

But did she actually return his feelings?

Harry's affections were simply branded as a mere obsession by the residents of the Isle. Yet, still accusing whispers were always thrown behind the scenes because of the clear vulnerable fondness in Harry's eyes. He revered Uma, bared himself on her altar ready to sacrifice it all, if only she just said the word. But sometimes it felt like she didn't see him at all.

Well, not in the way he wanted her to. He loved her, it was so glaringly obvious. Even the most violent cold-hearted members of their crew caught on. The main reason no one really prosecuted him on his blatant affections for Uma was only because of Harry's status as the Isle's resident budding homicidal mania which caused them to stray away. Far away.

It took Harry so long to claim that title, for him to finally change from scared lost little boy to the person he is now. If he could even call himself a person, he felt more like a shattered glass. And with Uma still gone, there was no way he could glue himself back together. He'd just stand there foolishly attempting to pick up the broken pieces even as they fell from him and he bled the glass piercing his tender skin.

Did Uma miss who he used to be? The blubbering boy who constantly needed her validation? He knew he didn't. He loathed being seen as a coward, the weakest link in the Hook line. The weakling everyone said would never survive, now he thrived, anger his sword and love his shield. He remembers the time Uma and him were practicing their sword fighting on his father's ship. Uma was wiping the floor with him, as per usual. Not that he minded, he loved hearing the clanging of their swords. The look of determination on her face as she thinks of her next move and smoothly pins him to the ground of the ship. That part he enjoyed most of all. Who wouldn't love the hottest sea goddess in existence on top of them?

Uma's chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath and she gives Harry a wink. Uma then quickly lifts her blade away from Harry's neck and waits expectantly for Harry to get up. But almost like he was stuck in a trance he stayed looking at her with adulation in his love-struck eyes.

"Get up, Harry," Uma commands as she taps her foot against the hardwood. Harry still in awe of her celestial beauty stares up at her with pure adoration as his body seemed glued to the ground. Uma repeats his name again and he gives her a lazy smile, no awareness in his eyes.

Uma continues to breathe heavily and glances around to make sure no eyes were on her and Harry. Sure that absolutely no one was watching she walked over to Harry and reaches out her hand. Harry instinctively takes it and pulls himself up. Harry and Uma stand close to each other and Harry takes the opportunity to interlock his fingers with hers. He suddenly says her name in a way that leaves Uma feeling unguarded and slightly vulnerable.

Her heart beats erratically sounding like her mom's tentacles against the Fish and Chip Shop floorboards as she studies their interlocked hands trying to interpret the strange feelings combusting inside. Awareness seems to come over Uma as she notices the many whispers and gasps filling the deck. Uma swiftly pulls her fingers away from Harry. And his eyes fall onto their hands that were once intertwined, opening and closing his hand feeling empty from the loss of her heavenly touch.

"What are you guys looking at?" Uma huffed angrily, clenching her fists tightly. "Come on, Harry," Uma demands as she makes her way off the ship. Harry nods walking behind her with his eyes facing downward. Just before they reach the gangplank and exit the ship, he hears someone mutter a question under their breath.

"Do you think he lets her win?"

"No, he actually is that pathetic." His sister Harriet answers with clear animosity in her voice. Harry glances up and accidentally locks eyes with his sister. She angrily rolls her eyes and Harry brings his attention back to the wooden ship floor and quickens his pace behind Uma. Always the family disappointment, ironically the only thing Harry never disappointed his family with was his upstanding ability to constantly disappoint them.

Ah, disappointing, maybe that's why Uma didn't love him either? Maybe he wasn't up to par with the type of man she wanted? She was a treasure, a jewel that had just been shined, sparkling brightly for all to see. And what was he, coal at the very least? Sure, coal had its uses. Many actually, it gave warmth and power but it was such a common necessity that it was usually rendered useless. Uma could easily replace him in her heart if he was even there.

Harry rubs his eyes and shakes his head in frustration. Why was he thinking of this? It wasn't the time. He had to find her first. Before he could even imagine her words stabbing him like a tentacle through the heart. He's known her for years and still, he couldn't fathom her actually returning his feelings?

His confident facade only hid his broken demeanor for so long. His straight-up unstable nature, however, was always on display. The tide of love was high and Harry was barely holding on. He just wanted to be more than Uma's number one. But Harry wasn't the type of guy who just gave up like that. Oh no, persistence was his main trait.

And flaw. It wasn't his fault that he was a little too much to handle. If he'd ever stop being persistent; the reality that life was meaningless and Harry would never get what he wanted would drown him. And the only thing Harry wanted was for him to be drenched by all Uma's love that would be his and only his. In fact, all he ever wanted was to sail into Uma's heart and set ashore in her love.

A memory abruptly unlocks in Harry's intangible mind, one that seems forever ago but was actually just two years. Harry, Uma, and Gil were inside their school Serpents Prep Gym for Accelerated Piracy: Hostage Taking and threatening class. Someone had to act the role of hostage and naturally, Harry thought it should be Gil.

Gil, however, disagreed, it was always him. This had to be, what the fifth time? He was really starting to get tired of it. Harry didn't expect him to put up a fight but flashed Gil a fake smile as he pretends to think of something innocuous to say.

"It can't be me or Uma, we're too good to be caught," Harry answers with a sanguine expression as he starts to motion towards Gil, "You on the other hand." Harry throws a taunting look at Gil, who crosses his arms in a defensive stance.

"I'm capable," Gil argued jeering his chin up in confidence, insecurity lingered in his eyes however and Harry laughed at his useless disguise.

Capable? If you're so capable, then why did you leave us? Harry goes to say something but Uma quickly interjects giving Harry a warning look.

"He can," Uma defends her mouth twisting in aggravation this argument was so repetitive and she was getting tired of it. "I wouldn't have let him join us, otherwise."

"I'm still trying to figure that out. Why him?" Harry sneers as his eyes narrow on Gil who he throws a resentful scowl.

He didn't understand, why Uma wanted to break up their perfectly fine twosome? They had adjusted and gotten much closer without Gil there. Why did she have to go and bring him back?

"Harry, this isn't the time or the place," Uma grumbles looking around the school gym, sure enough, eyes were staring with interest.

"Do you actually care about his feelings? Because he didn't care about ours! He left us!" Harry fumed, his jaw tightening and his unblinking eyes set on Gil.

Harry had faced constant ridicule for associating with Uma still, after that awful shrimpy incident. But, he never parted from her instead training himself to become stronger so no would dare call her shrimpy again. Gil, however, ran away like a coward and decided that spending time with his empty-headed brothers was much better than Uma and him.

"That was years ago, and it was understandable." Uma maintained but she had to admit it was still painful to think about. She was just relieved to finally have Gil back. She always had a soft spot for the boy, so when he left she took it pretty hard. She understood Harry's ire but she'd forgiven Gil.

She's known Gil, her whole life, he was always going in and out of Harry and hers. But he was reliable and she trusted him. Trust was something extremely rare on the cutthroat Isle of the Lost. So, Uma would cling to her friendship with Gil, even if he did hurt her unexpectedly and excessively got on her nerves.

"To abandon his best friends when they needed him?" Harry scoffs, "Real understandable." Harry lowly mutters under his breath.

"Harry, look I was young and-" Gil started, but Uma swiftly cuts him off.

"You don't have to explain yourself, Gil." Uma nods deciding to assert her dominance as captain she glances at Harry, "You're playing the hostage, Harry." She orders and Harry's mouth fell open in disbelief.

"Me?" Harry asks confused, he then lifts his chin up peering at Uma like she was a saporous meal; "If you want to tie me up darling I'd prefer a more private setting."

"Then how could anyone see my handiwork?" Uma replies cheekily placing a hand on her hip, Harry's back straightens and he gives a grin that if one squints at would seem oddly reminiscent to a disembodied cat from wonderland.

"You've talked me into it," He walks over to the x on the mat where Gil stood and pushes him away taking his place, "Out of the way."

"Feel free to place your hands everywhere, while tying," Harry says bouncing on the heel of his boots and enthusiastically gesturing to certain parts of his body he wanted Uma to especially linger on.

"Never mind, Gil you're the hostage."

"But-" Gil tries to argue but Uma glares him into submission, "Fine."

Harry moans in disappointment, "Are you afraid you might ravish me, right here?"

"I'm going to need you to stop talking, now."

Harry just smiles moving towards Uma, he catches a stray braid and starts to play with it, "You know darling, we can always play hostage and villain by ourselves."

Uma grabs Harry's waist and he peers at her surprised. She gives him an eel-like sinister grin and grabs his hook, "How'd you like this against your throat?"

Harry drops Uma's braid and teasingly pulls his hook away from Uma's hand, "Take off my hand instead and we'll call it a date."

"Focus, Harry."

"It's hard when the loveliest sight I've ever seen is in front of me," Harry smirks and lightly caresses Uma's cheek with his hook.

Uma rolled her eyes and Harry just grinned in response. It was always like that, his persistence was staggering and irritating. Uma liked it to a point but most of the time she just wanted him to shut up. All eyes always seemed to be on them and she couldn't help but think of how Harry's lustrous flirting would definitely get them both in trouble one day.

The memory fades but Harry's vision seems to darken as his body starts feeling unnaturally hot. Which was odd because man could never be hot. Pangs of memories shoot at him. Memories that he hoped to stay forever suppressed. It felt like the world was having it out with him. These harrowing memories were coming to the front of Harry's mind much to frequently lately and he hated it. It was like someone was writing an excessive fanfiction of his life and recounting every terrible thing that ever happened to him.

Harry didn't have a chance to finish any thoughts as the memories played like a record being rewound, making Harry feel like a hipster girl who could rewind time.

His father was drunk, again. The times he was sober were so rare that Harry almost forgot how his father's words sounded when actually enunciated. His sister Harriet was playing the piano, the keys seeming to dance under her control. And the sound! It was absolutely bewitching; Harry would close his eyes and envision so many stories.

He wanted to play too. He wanted to stroke the keys and make music that stunned you with its engaging tale. Maybe, he could even make a song about Uma. Just the sight of her brought a wondrous tune on her own. So, he asked despite knowing the bottle in his father's hand only made him crueler.

"Father," Harry says reluctantly, "I would also like to play, the piano."

Harry squints his eyes and feels a strong tension in his shoulders as he prepares himself for the impending hit he knew would come. This was a terrible idea. But, the music sang to him like a lost friend that needed to be held.

"Piano," Hook scoffed and Harry widened his eyes in relief, "That is a harpsichord, you uncultured mishap."

Ah, so his father's weapon of choice today was fatally destructive words. Better than getting hit. He still had faint bruises from the last encounter with the abusive captain. Harry tried to internally prepare himself for whatever mental blow was coming. But he knew once the words hit him they would forever be trapped in the compounds of his repetitive mind.

"Oh, I just thought that because it looks-"

"You just thought," Hook mocks his voice gruff with discontent," Harriet takes after me, a prodigy, and you, what are you?"

Harry finds himself thinking unable to find a clear defining answer he replies with the most logical one.

"Your son?" Harry answers confused, everyone always commented on how much he looked like his father. And though he was still young there were spouts of his father's temper in his eyes.

"My son?" Hook laughs as if it's the funniest thought in the world and lifts Harry's chin. "That you are, aren't you?"

He examines Harry roughly, mushing the poor boys face between his fingers. "Of course, I am, father."

Who else could he be?

Hook releases Harry's face violently and takes another long swig from his bottle, "Do you know why I named you Harry?"

"No, sir," Harry replies turning his head back to face his father. His jaw feels sore from the painful handling.

"I named you after my brother. You remind me of him."

"I do?" Harry replies hopeful, a pleased look on his young face. Maybe, this conversation could turn around?

"Oh, yes. I'm sure you'll share his fate as well."

What did that mean? Harry knits his eyebrows in thought thinking of all the possible things his father could be implying.

"What happened to Uncle Harry?"

"He died young my boy, and I'm sure you will accurately follow suit." His father spat in a wobbly singsong voice his words like a heavy slap to the face.

Harry gapes at his father shocked and his expression quickly wilts like a dead flower. His mouth opened and closed as he fully processed the poison that was his father's words. Hurt crossed his young face as Hook laughed. "Why don't you go find that girl you always fond over? Ursula's daughter, shrimpy or something. It's not like you'll have much time with her, anyway."'

Harry shakes his head and corrects his father. "Her names not Shrimpy, It's Uma."

"I don't care." Captain Hook slurred with disinterest.

Harry was used to his father throwing words that punctured his soul and left him to soak in a torture of turmoil. But for him to call his Uma shrimpy? Harry's eyebrows narrow and his jaw clenches. He shakily clutches his fist as he starts to snarl. His father shoots him a dirty look and Harry immediately recoils and runs away. He runs to the hallway where he leans against a wall and his breath quickens. Harry places his palm over his chest as his lungs felt aggressively overstuffed. If anyone else had dared to call Uma shrimpy in front of him, they'd get acquainted with his ire and fists. But it was his father, the one person that could throw him around like a rag doll and he would never say a word to defy him.

A melody begins to fill the house. Harriet was playing once again. The music soothes Harry as he thinks of Uma. I want to play her a song. He imagined Uma sitting beside him. Her hand reaching to touch Harry's as they moved along the keys. Harry one to never let go of a dream, asked his father again. And when his father rejected him that time, he just ended up asking another day. As much as Harry feared his father he longed to play and see Uma's smile, again. It was so rare since that awful incident. The more Harry asked the more pain he had suffered. Sometimes, physical, other times emotional, and when his father was feeling particularly low, both. Stupid mind. Of all the things to remember, why that?

Harry clasps his hand on his pants clenching them tightly and then starts slowly breathing in and out. He brings his hands to his head and gently massages his temples. Think happy thoughts. What brought him happiness? Uma, Uma's whole being, oh and also Uma again.

He walks over to the ship's rail grabs onto it and inspects the sea down below. The ship was too far up for him to see clearly but still, he could make out echoes of his reflection. His makeup has faded and Harry felt oddly vulnerable.

He first started wearing makeup to emulate his father. The man he could never please, and he's pleased plenty. People still complimented his father's dapper features, still, a drunkard and awful man but a handsome charming one. And Harry definitely had his father's impressive visage, hook, and seductive personality.

Still, his father didn't want him. Sometimes, he wonders if his blind adoration for him made his father hate him more. Harry remembers the day he found out he was going to Serpents Prep, the boarding school.

His sisters Harriet and CJ were off to Dragon Hall and still living at home. But he was shipped off to the other part of the Isle. He was angry, one of the few times he'd actually ever felt anger towards his father. It wasn't fair.

He remembers Uma's common statement-Life isn't fair. He cried for hours, alone in his room. Telling himself he didn't care if his father heard, even if his sisters heard. He felt so betrayed and angry. The anger was like a scab being pulled and treacherous reality finally being shown.

He ran away. Running to the only place he could think of the Fish and Chip Shop but it was surprisingly empty and closed. It was never closed. Uma was forever stuck on the night shift; held captive like a prisoner with a life sentence.

Harry went to the only other place he could think Uma would be at the watering hole but she wasn't there either. He rushed to the one final place that he knew Uma probably wasn't at but he was so desperate to see her face or even see a tiny remnant of her. Uma's house.

It was big, definitely bigger than his. Uma's room was on the second floor. It was nice, spacious. Mostly empty. From what he remembered Ursula had destroyed all of Uma's furniture in a rage after Uma dared to protest working a late shift. The worst part, she wasn't actually aiming at the furniture. Luckily, Uma had used quick thinking and managed to use it as a shield. Harry shuddered at the thought of what if Ursula had hit Uma that night she was out for blood.

Harry swallowed hard as he roughly knocked on the door. The door opened minutes later slightly ajar and Uma's voice questioning Harry.

"I wanted to see you." More like needed. The relief he felt enter his body when he could only see but a glimpse of her was borderline heavenly.

"You've seen me, now go," Uma orders sharply closing the door. Harry knocks again and Uma throws the door open wider and pulls him into her house.

"You aren't allowed here, you know that."

Harry takes in the sight of Uma, she's fidgety. Her hands are shaking and she's looking around the house with caution. "I know. I just had to see you."

Uma places her hands on Harry's face suddenly and tilts his head so he's looking down on her. "Do you need another minute alone with my face or are we done?"

"Uma," Harry argues, roughly gnawing on his bottom lip, "I need you, please."

Uma drops her hands and places them on Harry's shoulder. "What happened?"

"My dads sending me away, I'm going to Serpents Prep."

Harry waits for an emotional reaction from Uma. But her expression appears to be indifferent and deep in thought. "Well, do I have some news for you, Harry."

"What is it?" Harry apprehensively questions, his body tense as he waits for her big reveal.

"I'm going to Serpents Prep too."

"You are, but why?"

Uma scoffs at Harry's question as she played with the seashell necklace around her neck, "I don't have a choice either. Mother thinks Serpents Prep will make a villain out of me yet."

"You're already perfect, I don't understand."

Uma flutters her eyelashes up at Harry surprised he's been making a bountiful of comments like this lately. And before she'd just confidently accept them and wave him off. But now, they stuck with her and caused her heart to beat just a little faster. "Apparently, not enough."

"At least we have each other."

"Yeah, at least we have each other," Uma responds shakily with a sad smile.

And they did. But another ended up tagging along, Gil. Harry felt lucky to have Uma with him in every class but his mission to seduce Uma was usually accidentally thwarted by the son of Gaston.

Eventually, Harry and Gil manage to have some semblance of the friendship they had once before. Soon, their hatred for Serpents Prep was nulled by the fact they got to blissfully be with each other on a daily basis.

Although, Serpents Prep left little to be desired with it's forever under construction signs everywhere. It was still considered a relatively new school and was somehow even dingier than the other schools on the Isle. The best school on the Isle was awarded to the infamous Dragon Hall, the 'elite' school of villainy.

If you ask Uma, Harry, or Gil they'd tell you that title was debatable. Any school without them there wasn't even close to elite. And all three were thriving in Serpents Prep. Uma shined most of all. She was a walking overture of persuasion and leadership; so naturally, the other students were drawn to her and ran to join her flourishing crew. Most were already pretty impressed by her crescendo win at the ship race just last summer. She soared past everyone that day even Harry couldn't keep up and he definitely tried. Because of the bet, Uma and had made prior to the boat race and his inevitable loss; Harry was granted the title of first mate.

He was still getting used to the idea of not being a Captain. The look on his father's face when he lost and Uma won. Ugh, he hated thinking about it. Then, Uma had brought Gil back and proclaimed him third in command. And Harry was definitely not happy about that.

Bitterness still steamed in all three and it came full speed ahead when Uma's mother demanded she still works the late shifts at the Fish and Chip shop. Harry was furious, he thought Uma being away from her mother would give her a little freedom. But the neglectful sea witch never lets anything part once caught in her tentacles. So there went Uma's summers, all day and night working at the Fish and Chip shop. Never to escape.

Except they did. All their dreams were so close to coming true, and she was gone. Harry grips the wooden rail of the ship tighter his hands digging into the wood. He feels a prick on the palm of his hand and turns it over to see a splinter caught in his skin. Harry roughly pulls on the splinter his calloused hand nulling most of the pain as blood begins to drop from his palm. Where were his gloves, anyway?

He missed the feel of the smooth leather gloves that usually covered his hand. He also missed the subtle brushes from Uma he felt through his glove. Harry thinks back to the night of the joint school dance between Serpent's Prep and Dragon Hall. It was a disaster and the one and only joint dance they ever had.

Awful music seemed to blare everywhere but Harry's managed to block it out as his eyes scanned the crowd for Uma. She was late. Uma was never late. Harry wondered what was going on, this whole thing had Uma acting so strangely. He recalls her face a mischievous glint in her eye as she tells him she has a surprise. So, Harry ended up going, forgoing his previous plan to ignore the teacher's demands that students of Serpents Prep showed up so Dragon Hall didn't end up looking better than them. From the crowdedness of the room and the abundance of familiar faces, it seemed a majority of the school showed up.

The dance floor was empty neither school into the idea of invading another's personal space in a non-menacing manner. Anthony Tremaine was the only one to break the tension when he decides to approach Mal and ask her dance. Mal vehemently denies the invitation but a faint blush on her face indicated she was embarrassed by the idea. Anthony shrugs it off and walks to Harriet Hook who uncharacteristically graciously accepts Anthony's invitation.

Harry stood by the snack table taking a swig of his punch. He wonders for a second if his sister wasn't as strong in her emotions as she always presented. The air surrounding her and Anthony was suspiciously colorful and full of starry-eyed gazes.

Harry took a sandwich this had to be his what, fifth? Oh well, he was hungry. The lunches that Serpent Prep served weren't exactly stellar. Ursula donated her week-old food to the cafeteria, which was usually hard and inedible. But still, every student forced down the rancid chum like food, as it was the only thing they had access to and was better than going hungry. Even though most of the students were used to that aspect of life.

Harry finishes off his sandwich and stretches in frustration as his body starts to feel weary from having to stand for so long. Harry hears his name and instantly straightens his body. He turns away from the table and watches as Uma walks towards him. He flashes her a crooked smile as he takes in the divine beauty of the celestial goddess that was Uma. She was wearing the same dress she always wore but under the multicolored flashing lights, she somehow seemed more ethereal than usual.

When she finally was in front of Harry no words could come to his mind. Uma nervously fidgets with her hands as she self-consciously waited for Harry to say something. He gave her a goofy smile and giggled. He wanted to slap himself. Say something. Anything.

"Uma, you're here, I've been waiting for you." He looks to the table beside him and grabs a sandwich off the plate, "Sandwich, darling?"

Uma regards Harry strangely, "Aren't you going to say anything about my dress?"

"You look hot, very hot. I could be burned alive but die smiling hot."

Uma smiles and grabs Harry's arm. She smoothly rubs it, "We should dance,"

"Really?" Harry gaped, looking out onto the practically empty floor where only his sister and Anthony Tremaine danced.

"Oh come on, you're not going to let your sister, Harriet, have all the fun?"

"Uh no, I just thought we came here to make fun of everyone not dance."

"We can do both, it's multitasking Harry, try it sometimes." Uma slid her hand from his shoulder down to his hand to interlace their fingers. She pulls him to the dance floor and Harry follows willingly.

The song changes and the DJ drops that bass. Uma and Harry move in sync to the music and all eyes seem to be on them. Uma laughs reveling in the attention.

More kids join the dance floor but Harry is enraptured by every move Uma's body makes. Harry bites his bottom lip as other feelings begin to stir inside of him. "Uma," he says but the beat was too loud for her to hear him.

The song changes to a slow one and Uma wraps her arms around Harry's neck. Harry examines Uma tilting his head as he consumes her alluring presence fully. "You're so beautiful,"

Uma eyes drift away from Harry and she tactfully avoids eye contact. "You already said that Harry," She replies coyly.

"I said hot which you also look."

Uma eye's peer upwards and locks with Harry's, "Thank you, Harry. You look decent,"

Harry's eyes twinkled with happiness, "Decent enough to-" He leans in closer till he just inches away from her ear, "kiss?"

Regret flashes in Harry's eyes as Uma's whole demeanor changes. She briskly pushes Harry away. Harry moves to touch her but she sharply moves her hand. Hurt crosses Harry's face as his eyebrows knit in confusion. "Uma?" He asks perplexed and Uma bolts into the crowd calling Gil's name.

Harry gawks on the scene before him heartbroken as he watches Uma place her arm in between Gil's. "We're dancing," She says dragging a befuddled Gil to the dance floor far from where Harry stood.

As his shoulders droop, Harry's head sinks to his chest as he chokes on the suffocating feeling of dejection and his body seems conquered by weariness. He drags himself out of the hallway and frustratingly runs a hand through his hair. Usually, Uma answered Harry's romantic banters coldly and he'd laugh it off it didn't matter anyway; he just wanted to be by Uma's side. But he knew this time, he'd stepped too far over the line between friends and lovers. Something he's been doing a lot more lately. Was it wrong, to want for more even though you knew you could never have it?

A lot has changed since then. Harry's feelings for Uma had intensified and his love for her grew more devoted. But still, he wondered if Uma would ever feel the way he did? Harry shook his head, it was silly to muse and wonder about that now. He had more important matters to deal with than to think about his inevitable rejection. It didn't matter anyway, he just wanted to be by Uma's side. Even if it weren't as the man she loved, he'd take being her first mate and best friend over anything, any day.

A.N. I've rewritten this so many times, so, to resist the urge to edit again I'm just gonna post this. Thanks to Timothy and Nomachocolate! I would have never finished this without you guys. Okay, so next chapter I will focus on the Auradon kids and the VK's. And, will totally come up with an elaborate plan to get Uma out of Atlantica. Also, Captain Hook will get more depth as we find out what's going on in the Isle. Oh, Nomachocolate and I created a discord server for writers with anxiety! Readers are also welcomed! Just PM me on fanfic or message me on tumblr and I will send you the link! Thank you so much for all the reviews and the reads! I hope you guys like this chapter!