Trigger Warning: Ones listed before and slight references to suicide

Disclaimer: I still don't own Descendants sadly :'(

So without further ado here's chapter 2.

Author description of the ship for reference in the future:

The Jolly Roger has three levels below deck, the first level has a doorway to the left that leads to the kitchen and one to the right that leads to the sleeping quarters for Captain Hook and his family. Ivy's room was the first one down the hall on the right, Calista's was next to hers, followed by Hook's office. Catherina and Hook's bedroom was across from his office, Harriet's room across from Calista's, and Harry's room across from Ivy's.

The dining hall is also on this level tucked away behind the kitchen and the bedrooms. It had a few long tables and some windows that looked out over they bay and out to sea, it would have made for a lovely view if not for the clouds that surrounded the Isle.

If you continue going down stairs to the second level you'll find the guns, cannons, and ammunition that would have been on the ship. All that remains now is the cannons, the rest had been taken when everyone was sent to the Isle. There was also a loft to this level which was the sleeping quarters for the rest of the crew to sleep in either beds or hammocks.

The third level was a cargo bay, it didn't have any windows so you have to bring an oil lamp down with you to see. No one has set fire to the ship yet but that doesn't stop Hook from preaching to his crew about how carful they needed to be.

On the deck there was usually a small crew of five or six that would sleep in hammocks to keep watch over the ship at night and make sure nobody snuck aboard.

Ivy's P.O.V.

My dad told me that Jafar was my real father when I was eight, he had called us all into the dining hall and sat us at one of the tables. They both seemed tense and had never been like this in all my life. Mom gave dad a quick glance and we all prepared ourselves for the news that was to come.

So as four expectant children listened intently to what they had to say, they both let out a sigh then dad began to speak.

"Ivy," he started and I felt my face pale. My siblings turned and looked at me before directing their attention back to our father wondering what was wrong.

"Yes," I choked out.

"We're not your real family."

"What do you mean you're not my real family, who else could I belong to?" I asked as my fear turned to confusion.

"Sweetheart you're adopted," mom finished for dad. I just looked at them still slightly confused and not quite sure what they meant.

"What does that mean?" I ask hoping for a clearer answer.

"It means you're not our blood," mom said softly.

"So if I don't belong to you then who do I belong to?" I ask keeping my emotions in check upon hearing my father's stern voice in my head, emotions are weaknesses. My mom just looked at me and started to cry softly.

"You're Jafar and Jewel's daughter," my dad said as he pulled mom to his side rubbing her arm trying to sooth her.

"Did I say something wrong?" I ask concerned that I had been the one to make mom upset.

"Of course you did she's crying isn't she!" Harriet yelled jerking her arm toward mom then turning her head toward me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Just go! You don't even belong here you mutt!" she yelled at.

I ran from the dining hall to my room crying at her outburst at me. I could hear mom and dad yelling at Harriet with her yelling right back, but I couldn't make out the conversation. Then I heard Calista's door open and shut, I figured Harry had taken her to her room away from the yelling.

Suddenly the lock to my door click and slowly open to revile Harry standing there triumphantly with a hair pin in his hand. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him locking it again before turning to face me. I could see a cloud of fog form from his breath it was so cold in my room.

It was getting late and the season was drifting closer to winter each day. We didn't get many weather changes but we got a lot of temperature changes and the closer it got to winter the colder it got in my room. It made for chilly nights with a cold and frozen nose in the morning.

We were due for a cold season this winter and when it got this cold I would go sleep in the kitchen and curl up against the stove/oven and hope it was still slightly warm from supper if Mr. Smee had cooked that night. He would usually come into the kitchen on those cold nights and bring me a heavy blanket he kept for me.

I often helped him cook and clean because I liked to and the company was nice. Dad was always busy with Harriet and mom was taking care of Harry and CJ, just trying to keep them both alive. So I stayed with Mr. Smee most of the time which meant I was at the beckoning call of the crew. Did it mean I waited on them hand and foot, no it didn't, and they knew I wouldn't. However I would cook them a meal for them when asked. I often got many compliments from them when it came to my cocking skills but that was about the only time they were nice to me. Now I understand why or at least presume it was because of the fact that I'm not a Hook by blood.

I was a natural born thief but it took me a while to get swordsmanship under my belt. As for my siblings they were right the opposite, practically born with a sword in there hand it seemed. Thievery was the learning process for them.

I could feel Harry's eyes boring into me as he stood there and I just couldn't handle the silence any longer. All my thoughts boiled down to one singular word which felt kind silly.

"What," I asked barley a whisper, as I did I felt the warmth of my breath against my lips and saw the cloud of fog that had formed. It drifted up to my nose and made me shiver then sneeze. I knew I would catch a cold but I didn't care, I honestly wanted to go jump into the water and test my luck with the crocs and hypothermia.

"Come on you'll catch a cold," Harry said and extend his hand out to me even though he hadn't moved from the door. I hesitated at first but soon scooted off my bed with my blanket and walked over to him putting my hand in his. He led me out of my room shutting the door behind us, then we crossed the hallway and went to his room.

His room was much warmer than mine since it wasn't against an outer wall of the ship, I was slowly starting to gain feeling back in my fingers and toes. We sat on his bed and he placed his blanket around me as it was thicker than mine.

"Harry?"

"Yes."

"Am I not your family anymore?" I question scarred to lose the only life I had ever known.

"Of course you are still my family even if were not tied by blood. Were family by heart and will never be torn apart," he said pulling me to his side and taking the edge of the blanket wrapping it around him.

"Promise?" I ask still not sure if he's lying or not.

"Promise," he says and kisses my forehead before pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me.

"What about Harriet?" I ask.

"She'll come around," he said reassuringly.

"Alright," I say in response trusting he wouldn't lie to me. We had always been close, he had always been there for me and it didn't look like he was stopping now.

Harry's P.O.V.

I could tell she was still uncertain but I knew she had faith in me and that's all that mattered because even if Harriet never came around she would still have me. I don't think Calista would reject her since they were so close growing up.

"Hey Ivy?"

"Yes Harry?"

"You wanna go grab a book from mom's room and come back here and read?" The spark in her eyes was the best thing I had seen all day. She jumped up from my lap with her blanket wrapped tightly around her and started pulling on my hand. Getting up I left my blanket on the bed and we walked down the hall to mom and dad's room to get a book.

She selected a book called The Oceans Princess(1), then we headed back to my room. Once we got there we sat back down on my bed and she crawled over to sit beside me. I wrapped us both back in my blanket and we got settled in to read. Just as we were about to start the door to Harriet's room slammed shut and someone knocked on Ivy's room.

Just before I could yell out that she was with me I felt her put a hand over my mouth. When I looked down at her she just shook her head and gave me a pleading look. Nodding in understanding she took her hand away from my face and pulled the blanket back around her.

Then we heard mom say, "Leave her alone dear." I looked at her and she just looked down into her lap and I knew it was ok for me to tell them she was in here.

"She's in here," I holler and we hear a few footsteps as our parents turn to face my door. It opens and mom is standing there with dad behind her. I wrap my arm round her waist and move her closer to me.

"Harry don't let them take me," she mumbles as she buries her head in my chest. I tighten my hold on her waist and wait to see what they are going to say.

Cat's P.O.V.

When I saw Ivy's mouth move ever so slightly and Harry tighten his arm around her my heart broke. I wasn't emotional about a lot of things but these were my babies, blood or not, they were mine.

"What do you have there?" I ask gently seeing the book in Ivy's hands.

"A book," she said cautiously as she held it up so I could see. It was The Oceans Princess one of my all-time favorites.

She loved doing things that were unusual for a child on the Isle, she would read, write, draw, and design. Sometimes you would even catch her humming a tune and tapping her foot to the splashing of the waves against the ship. There was something unique about her and I loved it. She had hope in her eyes and a light that radiated from her. She was trying to fill a whole in her life that she hadn't even known was there.

Whenever the crew used to play music with washboards, blowing jugs, harmonicas, and a few washtub bass's she would dance along to the rhythm and have so much fun doing so. Sadly those days were long gone now and all that's left are the memories to warm our hearts and make us smile. The scene before me would be another treasure I'd hold close to my heart. It was a moment in time where Harry was willing to stand up to us and protect his little sister. Because even if she wasn't Hook by blood she belonged here with us, with him.

(1)Once again not a real book, however there is a story on wattpad called The Ocean Princess but there is no correlation between the two as I have not read it.

Till next time stay awesome and long live evil.

~TheWinterSoldier42