Oh My Gosh guys guess who's back, ME! So sorry for the late upload but I have started school and don't have much time to write so I don't know when I will be uploading. I will try to upload once a month but no promises.

They are in daylight savings time currently. It is towards the end of September, early October. Sunset is about eight, eight thirty and sunrise is around six thrity to seven. She would be getting up at about five for this chapter.

This will always apply: To be more efficient there is a first watch and a second watch, but both groups sleep on the deck. A group contains six to eight crew members in it. Starkey and a few other crew members are always on night watch everyone else is rotational. The first shift is from sunset to midnight and the next shift is from midnight to sunrise.

Disclaimer: I still DON'T own Descendants :'(

So without further ado chapter 3

Cat's P.O.V.

"The Oceans Princess huh?" I ask with a small smile.

"Mm-hum," she says with a small nod.

"You know that's one of my favorite books," I say and start to cautiously approach her and Harry. She presses herself further into Harry and he decided that was it.

"Enough! Not a steep closer," he says as he puts his arm that had been around her waist in front of her sliding her behind him. His voice was slightly nervous and unsure but the courage in his eyes was enough for the both of them.

"Alright sweetie," I say slightly putting up my hands.

"You're not taking her," he says.

"Were not taking her darling we just came to talk." He gave me a questionable look and cast a glace past me to James.

"We promise," he said solemnly as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

Harry's P.O.V.

I could tell Ivy was still nervous but I felt her place a hand on my back and I knew she was willing to hear what they had to say.

"Alright shoot," I say keeping Ivy behind me.

"Well as I told you all she is Jafar's daughter and is not related to us." Dad paused for a few seconds before continuing. "She was given to us when she was a week old, they had not named her so we did. Since she is not a Hook by blood she will not be able to be an heir to me, however we will still keep her and raise her. Nothing will change she will still come to sword practice and help out Mr. Smee, but she will start running errands with you. She needs to become familiar with the Isle and seeing that you seem to be so found of her she will be your responsibility form now on when she is off this ship." When he finished he was looking directly at me and I knew there was no real choice, not that I minded looking after Ivy though.

"Alright I will."

"Good, now Ivy run along and go help Mr. Smee make dinner."

"Yes sir," she said as she discarded her blanket and the book on my bed and quickly shuffled out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen. Once she was gone mom went and got Calista and Harriet, once we were all in the room she closed the door.

"Now you three are going to treat her just like before and not any different," mom said.

"But mom," Harriet cried but was immediately put in her place when dad shot her a look.

"You all will treat her the same and if I find out differently than their will be consequences. Am I understood," dad said looking directly at Harriet.

"Yes father," she responded meekly.

"Good now return to your rooms and wait for dinner, there will be no sword practice tonight." And with that my sisters left the room followed by my mom and dad. Once they were gone I picked up the book and set it on my dresser along with Ivy's blanket.

About a little over half an hour later we were called in for dinner. The crew had already taken there seat and were being served by Ivy, she was shuffling in and out of the kitchen with a tray in each hand. Both trays had four bowls of soup on them. She had on her apron and had put her hair up in a messy bun with the exception of a few wisps that fell out and framed her face. When she reached a table she would set the trays down pick up the empty ones and speed walk back into the kitchen.

I took up my pace at the furthest table on the left next to my mom and there was already a bowl of soup sitting in front of me. Tonight we were having what we all called slump, it was one of my favorite dishes. It had cut up carrots, cabbage, and onions, minced garlic, halved ears of corn and yellow potatoes, chunks of steak, and some salt. This batch smelled really good so I suspected the Mr. Smee got to the docks super early and managed to score some of the better things.

Once Ivy was done serving soup she came back out with drinks, one tray held ten glasses(1) all containing beer and on the other tray ten glasses of water. She placed the set down at one of the tables and went back in the kitchen to get another set repapering a few seconds later. This time there were only seven glasses on each tray. She sat those down at the next table, collected the trays from the previous table, and went back into the kitchen. When she repapered again she set a tray down at our table same deal as before except all the glasses were on one tray. Once we collected our glasses she disappeared back into the kitchen with the tray and did not come back out. I guess she decided to eat alone because shortly after only Mr. Smee came and joined us at our table.

Ivy's P.O.V.

After I took of my apron off I sat on the floor next to the stove and ate my bowl of slump, I didn't drink much so all I had was water. I could hear the rest of the crew making small talk and once in a while I'd hear someone say how good the soup was and would smile softly. I finished eating about thirty minutes later and put my bowl in a wash bin, then I went to go collect the other dishes. As I left the kitchen I grabbed my apron that had been hanging on the coat rack stand putting it on and a tray before I left.

I started on the right side of the hall and anyone who was finished would place their bowls and glasses at the end of the table. I stacked the bowls and glasses three high and walked over to the left side of the hall. Placing the tray down on the edge of the edge of the table I proceeded to do the same thing, I got two more bowls and glasses before I had to go back in the kitchen and drop them off. I came back out and got the remaining glasses and bowls dropping them off then getting my families dishes.

Once I had collected all the dishes I put them in the wash bin and grabbed a rag that was hanging on the oven door handle. Stuffing the rag in my apron pocket and grabbing two trays to set the clean dishes on I picked up the wash bin and headed up above deck

"Hey Starkey I'm going to go wash the dishes."

"Alright Ivy when will you be back," Starkey asked.

"I shouldn't be no longer than ten minutes after sunset."

"Alight I'll wait up."

"If you're not on first watch tonight then you don't have to."

"It's fine, now go." He ushered me off the ship and turned back around.

There wasn't a water pump near us so I had to go into the streets to find one. This didn't bother me or anything, it's just that there was no one to help me if I got in trouble. I didn't get in trouble much but there was usually someone with me, I rarely went out alone.

Most of the time one of the crew members and I would go and fill up about five or six barrels with water at the beginning of the week. This would usually last us till late in the week, with the last of the water being used to wash dishes. However we ran out of water early this week so that meant walking into the streets for water late at night.

Once I found a water pump I set down the wash bin so I could see what kind of pump I was dealing with. There were three kind of pumps on the Isle, ones that didn't work, ones that you had to continuously pump to get water, and ones that had a clasp to hold down the pump to allow a steady but gentle stream of water to flow from the spout. Thankfully I had found one that had a clasp on it, once fixing the clasp I reached into my apron and pulled a rag out and began washing dishes.

Just as the sun had set I finished the dishes. I rinsed the bin clean and closed the pump before putting the dishes back in. I wiped the bottom of the trays clean before placing them in the bin as well, then putting the rag in my pocket I picked up the bin and started making my way back to the ship.

Once I got there Starkey was waiting for me on the ramp between the boat and the dock looking less than pleased to say the least.

"You're late Ivy."

"By what five minutes," I say in response and stop in front of him.

"It doesn't matter how late you are you're still late," he said flatly crossing his arms.

"You try caring this thing and watching over your shoulder to make sure no one is trying sneak up on you," I retorted my arms starting to hurt. He must have seen my discomfort because he took the bin from me and started back onto the ship and down to the kitchen. I followed along and when I got in the kitchen he had started putting up the dishes. I hung up my apron up and placed the rag back on the oven door handle.

"Let me do this you need to get some sleep before your shift starts," I say as I walk over and try to put up the dishes myself.

"No," he said grabbing my wrist and moving my hand away. "You've had a rough day and supper was very good tonight so I'll do this." I knew there was no arguing so I just nodded my head and he released my wrist before turning back to the dishes. "Know go to bed you're going to need to get some sleep because Captain Hook is getting the four of you up early tomorrow for sword training."

"How early?"

"He said that you will probably train for an hour before you go to the docks with Mr. Smee." I just stare at him in astonishment and think that that's insane. I would be getting up a little over two hours before sunrise, which meant I would be up trying to fight my siblings at almost five in the morning.

"Well I guess your right then, goodnight Starkey," I say as I leave the kitchen.

Starkey's P.O.V.

"Goodnight Ivy," I say quietly. Tomorrow is going to be interesting, I think to myself as I hear her door shut.

So let me know is you guys have any questions and what you think.

1: for the glasses they are plastic cups that are about 12 ounces like you would find at some restaurants. Also the kid's aren't drinking beer.

The drawing of Ivy will be up before she is sixteen I just don't know when that will be, sorry. Also sorry if this chapter seems a little all over the place or has some spelling and grammar errors.

Till next time stay awesome and long live evil.

~TheWinterSoldier42