GrangerWeasley, if you see this, I'll translate it for you.
Harriet pushed Hunter until their feet were secure on the ground, where she slapped his arm. In that moment Hunter couldn't tell why she was angry this time, but she was definitely furious and he was the reason –which was something that happened a lot lately. The daughter of the Captain stormed off, leaving him behind and disappearing in a corner. He has no other option than run to catch her. He gripped her wrist and turned Harriet around.
"Wait, why are you angry? You were the one that was late this time!" exclaimed the boy.
Harriet leaned against the wall, looking at the wall behind Hunter, "And you were early! You're never early, why's that? Why today, of all days, you have to come early?"
He shrugged, "You realize that you are angry because I choose not to be late, do you?" said with a sigh. "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see you, is that bad?"
She denied with her head, looking at the ground and trying to avoid Hunter to see the red color that tinted her cheeks, "Yeah, and it was true that you are worried about my reputation," muttered, kicking a small stone with the tip of her boot.
"It is," confirmed him.
"You really expect me to believe you knowing the big liar you are?" she looked him straight in the eye.
"Yes," he nodded. "You know why I am such a good liar? Because I know how to lie and to lie properly, you sometimes have to give away a little bit of truth. And you may be my little bit of truth, Harriet."
The girl snorted, "Yeah, sure. You almost got me there. Good joke."
"It is," he shook his head. She was stubborn so there was no point in trying to correct her. "Anyway, I'm here to teach you how to improve your pickpocketing skills. It's really quite easy. First, you have to get close to your objective, as much as you can." He got closer to her, barely leaving an inch between them. "This time you're going to be my objective so don't push me or slit my throat when I do my magic, deal?"
"No promises," smiled her.
Hunter laughed, "Cool, I guess I'll steal your blunt sword then," said with a smile, making her laugh. "Now, to properly steal something your objective has to be distracted."
"And how are you going to distract me?"
Hunter shook his head slowly taking her hands in his, "I don't think I need to distract you."
"And why's that?"
He smiled, letting her hand go and raising his own to show her the bracelet she was wearing not so long ago, "I believe you find me distracting enough."
Harriet looked down, blushing. "Give it back," she muttered, without looking at the boy. After all, it seemed like Diego was right, Harriet Hook had at least one weakness, and it was him.
He opened his hand, letting her pick her bracelet before guiding her to the market where he gave her his last piece of advice, "when confronted, always keep your cool".
The daughter of Hook soon discovered that it was quite simple to bump into someone, but it was a lot harder to pickpocket in that exact moment like Hunter did, so she decided that she was going to steal to the people who was still –and, if she was lucky, she maybe could take something from the stalls.
She spotted Professor Yen Sid and walked toward him only to be stopped by Hunter who promised her that he will explain it later –with the condition that she had to steal something truly amazing. Harriet begrudgingly accepted, going after a man whom she has seen looking at a fob watch. He laughed when, in her attempt to steal that fob watch, she made the man fall to the floor.
After an hour of sliding hands in pockets and retrieving all that were there, both of them went to a little alley, where, once they were sitting in the floor, he asked her to show him what she had. Harriet put all the things that were in her pocket in the ground between them. She had taken her fair share of coins and little trinkets, including the fob watch –which Hunter thought she hadn't taken at all- and a handkerchief.
"Well, something here is worthy to have you telling me why we can't take anything from Yen Sid? That man deserve everything for bumping my grade."
"I don't think so. There's really nothing interesting," answered him, shrugging.
"What about this?" asked Harriet, holding a golden ring. Hunter tried it on, proving that it fitted.
"Guess it's nice enough to buy you some time story. You know, when I was a baby whoever was taking care of me let me to die in the forest, I wouldn't have survived if not-"
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here, Clay," cut a voice.
"A little rat that wasn't in the right place, John."
Hunter jumped to his feet, "Come on, Harriet, time to run."
He took her hand and made her stand up. Putting his hands together he boosted her to a broken window before using a pipe to get himself there, barely escaping the Clayton's who have discovered him the last day when he was retrieving a telescope. The woman who was there looked at them, scared, but Hunter throw her a fistful of recently stolen coins, putting a finger to his lips to keep her silence.
"Come on, come on," he led Harriet toward the roof. "They won't take long to get to us, you'll have to follow me every single step, they won't go to the roof."
"Neither will I!"
"Well, if you want to stay here, you can. They're following me, not you," Hunter smiled, obviously liking the situation, the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
"They think you're going to the roofs, that's where you are most comfortable. You have to go to the streets again." It was a good idea, she was not wrong.
Hunter nodded, "Yeah, yeah, you're right. That's why I like to keep you around."
They ran to the door on the street, looking outside to check if the brothers were there. Both Clayton's were looking to the roofs, hoping to see the boy. It was their chance. Hunter took Harriet hand in his and break into a run, forcing her to keep his pace. They had almost ten second to run from them.
Running in the streets was hard –or so Hunter thought- with all the people, boxes, litter and rotten food –not edible- on the ground. But all of this made the run for the Clayton's hard too. Suddenly he took a turn to the left, entering an empty narrow street.
"Where are we going? Both our houses are in the other way!"
"They expect us to go there, and we will, but taking an alternative route. I know where I'm going, this was one of my escape route when I was starting in this whole business."
"I sure hope you do."
Whatever path Harriet could have imagine, it sure didn't ended in a cliff where she could hear the roaring sea below.
"Okay, we're jumping," said him, looking at her.
"No, you're kidding. What do you want? Kill us both? Let the Clayton's take you, at least that way one of us can keep living!"
"No one is dying, I've done this my fair share of times. Don't let the rocks scare you."
"I'm not scared of the rocks! I don't know how to swim!" shouted her, only to be shushed by him with a hand over her mouth.
"Shh! They will find us if you shout," he slowly lowered his hand. "Please, trust me. Just this once."
"Hunter! Where are you?"
"Yeah, come here, orphan. Clay and I only want to talk to you."
Hunter turned completely to Harriet. "Please, trust me. I won't let anything happen to you," said him nervously.
"You are nervous. Why?" noted her. "You're never nervous, in fact, it's one of your rules, to always keep the cool."
"When confronted. Look, I'm nervous because I'm telling you the truth, I never do that, I don't know how to properly tell the truth, but you have to believe me. We'll be fine."
"If I die, I swear I'll kill you before I do."
Hunter smiled, taking her hand and jumping.
The water was cold and he had lost Harriet as soon as they hit the sea. He raised his head above the water level and looked around, only to find her moving her arms around in an attempt to keep floating.
"Just lay still and hold your breath, you'll float!" shouted trying to make his voice heard above the noise. "I'm coming!"
His leather jacket was heavy with water and metal from the coins and trinkets he had in his pockets which he had to empty before swimming towards her –who, apparently, didn't heard him or didn't do as he asked. Hunter put an arm around her waist, kicking the water to stay in the same place against the waves. He instructed her to help him by moving her feet so they could go to the shore fast. Of course it wasn't that easy and the half hour that Hunter took usually to get there transformed into little more than an hour.
By the time they could sit in the sand she was quivering and shaking, hugging herself in an attempt to keep her warm.
"For Evil's sake, my jacket." Complained Hunter taking it off and looking all over it to the scratches that she had done while trying to hold onto him.
"Yeah, get worried about a jacket when I'm over here, dying of cold."
"You'll be alright! My jacket isn't!"
"How do you know that?"
"I would have die back in the sea to make sure you get here well and alive. You're just cold!"
"Why would you?"
"Because-"
All the words that Hunter would have like to say died in his lips when a loud noise made them look above, to the dome that had been hit by a lightning coming from Auradon. A crack formed in the magic barrier, running along all its length until it touched the sea. Clear water started to enter, breaking the dome and letting the two salty water –clear and muddy- mix in swivels.
"What that does even mean?" asked Harriet, who in an instinct action put herself in front of Hunter, blunt sword in hand.
"Well," Hunter said, looking at the hole and feeling something strange in the air, "things are about to get interesting."