Blind, Deaf, and Dumb

Well, this sucked.

He sighs.

One've'em struck blind and the other dumb.

What the fuck were they supposed to do?

His eyes shift to the notebook that connected them to Uma and the others-

You really shouldn't have done that.

Tch.

He rolls his eyes.

Cause you tried so hard to stop me.

I was distract-

Ha! Don't feed me that line of bullshit, you're more worried than I am.

Fucking hypocrite.

He rolls his eyes.

And it wasn't like he'd lied.

He'd told them the truth.

That Mal's territory was a minefield of witch traps.

Which it was.

That he and Harry were safe.

He looks around the webbed out apartment Mal and the others had once claimed as their lair.

They were.

And that everything was okay.

Which they were going to be.

Better be.

He sighs as his gaze once more returns to Addy, silently-

Like he had a choice-

-watching as the monstrous spider meticulously unraveled Harry.

Which was oddly more mesmerizing then he'd thought it would be.

You should dose him again, it's been nearly eight minutes since the last.

Right.

He jumps to his feet before he walks over, ya mind Adz?

"It would probably be for the best, Little Spiders mate's heart has started to speed-"

That's all he needed to hear to stick the pirate.

Thanks.

Alluring laughter fills his head.

What? He eyes Adelaide in confusion.

"Little Spiders, one tough on the inside and one on the out. Both so protective of their brood. Especially mate."

He huffs as he looks away, only to turn back when one of her giant legs pats his head.

Yeah, yeah. He rolls his eyes, laugh it up.

He scowls when both her and his sister take him up on it.

Whatever, he shakes his head.

He had things to do, namely retrieving the Core's blades.

Oh, right. That's why we were heading this way, I'd nearly forgotten.

He snorts, yeah cause you're too busy shooting off questions at Adz. Fam's gonna be thrilled 'bout your priorities.

He chuckles at her sputter.

"Are you not curious Little Spider?"

He holds up his hands-

Oh, no I definitely want to know the shit.

Especially the bit about her not being the only one of her kind on the Isle.

He appreciated and respected how deep her loyalty ran.

Like how she missed the Voodoo Princesses who she considered sisters-

And mourned her 'father's' death. So much so she'd actually taken time to wrap and protect his body with rubble.

He never would have guessed that she would've taken the time to do something so at odds with her kind's culture-

Especially after he'd seen how many she'd eaten on their first encounter.

At least until he'd learned Facilier had raised her since he too was a child.

Which was just-

He grimaces.

He wasn't looking forward to telling the sisters about their father.

He sighs.

Of course, it would be the one fucking OV that gave some fucks about his kids.

Fucking Isle.

Now that she'd found her balance with her fire, part of her was secretly hoping she would be better at pushing her strange awareness.

She'd always felt it.

Right at the back of her mind.

But she'd been scared of it.

The energy.

Apparently, all she had to do was completely lose herself in destruction to finally understand.

It was part of her.

And she controlled it, not the other way around.

She controlled what her fire did or did not do.

Carlos would have been so happy to know he was right all along.

She didn't want her fire to burn people around her when she was working, so it didn't.

She still wasn't sure how she'd missed that dot.

Then again, she rolls her eyes, it was about herself.

Gil always said she didn't see herself the way she could see everyone else.

He was right.

It had never been so blaring before.

She smiles as the hammer falls start up again, the tings and tangs a soothing comfort.

She hadn't realized how badly she missed the melody.

Her grin falls as she glares at the bottle in her hand.

Such a small thing to be so thoroughly stumping her right now.

A letter contained safely within an indestructible glass bottle.

A plea for help.

Or at least it would be if she could figure out how to get it to teleport the way her father could.

It had taken years for her to get her fire under control-

But they didn't have that kind of time anymore.

It was coming.

She and Faustina both could feel it.

It.

The intangible, indescribable dark shadow hanging heavily over everything under the barrier.

As bad as things had gotten on the Isle over the years-

Whatever it was, she could feel building-

She squeezes her eyes shut against the images trying to form.

No.

She needed to get this right.

Figure this out.

Get the letter to the Prince.

They needed out of here before things got worse.

But-

Her nose scrunches.

He'd been so good at pushing her before-

But he was so busy, and she didn't want to add more to his plate.

Still-

She glances around the room.

-no one else was going to challenge her like he did.

T was relentless when asked to help.

Relentless and ruthless.

She takes a deep breath before she holds her hand up and lets her fire swirl harmlessly around the bottle on her palm.

It had to be something with her fire.

She wasn't sure where else to start.

The few times Pain and Panic mentioned her father's 'good ol' days', they described his teleportation as being consumed by fire.

Which she never would have tried before.

There was something there-

Something about the way the fire formed a cyclone around the bottle.

But every time she focused on it, it vanished.

Unfortunately, leaving the bottle behind to glisten smugly at her.

Stupid bottle.

She jumps when Uma slams her hands against the stone table and swears at the top of her lungs.

"Uma?" Gil frowns as he puts his project to the side and stands.

And he thought he wasn't fast.

She pushes off the floor and races to her side as well, heart in her throat when she sees the fear and anger in Uma's eyes as she hunches over the notebook.

"Captain?" Yensid settles next to her with a frown, "what has happened?"

"T, said he and Harry were attacked in the shadow of the mountain before the damn sun actually fuckin' set." Uma's fingers curl against the page of the notebook, as if she could somehow claw and rip her way to them.

Gil gathers Uma to him, securely putting distance between her and the book with a grim expression.

"They were rescued by Adelaide, and they're safe and hidden." Uma finishes before she drops her forehead to Gil's shoulder. "Ugh!" She growls at the ceiling, "where the fuck is Faustina!?"

Gil sighs as he tightens his hold on Uma.

She bites her lip as she looks the notebook over.

T was bad with details, was that on purpose this time?

"Maybe she just wasn't out because it was so unexpected, and T wanted to make sure you knew why they'd stopped." She offers carefully.

Uma's eye twitches.

"Breathe," Gil whispers gently, "if they were really in trouble, T'd have asked for help. Harry's with 'im." He adds with confidence.

She smiles, grateful for his defense. He had been listening, but more than that, he was making an effort to be more understanding.

He was back to defending T, instead of immediately jumping to the worst possible conclusion.

"And no one is going to mess with them if they're with her," she adds with a shiver.

"Yeah," Gil agrees with a grimace. "Definitely a nope. She was a cute little spider. But-"

"She was never little!" She stomps her foot.

Uma looks between the two with a frown, "can't wait to meet her." She states dryly.

Mind clearly made up on the matter.

A bit of curiosity mixed with a hell of a lot of 'no thank you'.

"Captain," Yensid clears his throat, "T is currently responding." He sighs, though she doesn't miss the dusting of mirth in his eyes, "or rather informing."

She grimaces as she reads the quickly drawn lines.

They were safe, but they had not gotten away completely free.

"Cursed blind and mute?!" Uma shouts into the pages of the notebook. "How the fuck are they communicating with each other!"

She opens her mouth, but quickly shuts it, unsure if Uma actually wanted answers, and if her answer would even be helpful.

Because bottom line?

They probably weren't.

Harry was probably freaking out, because blindness was a weakness, which was like a sickness.

And T?

She takes a deep breath.

T was either-

Father help her.

-coming up with a brash solution, or lost and unsure what to do.

At best, he was taking any advice Faustina was giving him.

At worst, he was drugging Harry and plotting something crazy that would still somehow work.

Yeah, they didn't need to hear that.

"It's T." Gil shrugs like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "nothin' is happenin' to either of 'em."

"T won't let anything else happen to them."

Uma scowls.

"What? He won't."

Gil nods as Uma looks between the two of them and sighs.

"I hate this. Hate the fact my Pretty Boy, Beauty Girl, and Problem Child are out there, mute an' fuckin' blind." She huffs, "why couldn't Harry be the one to be struck mute?"

She fails to stifle her snort.

"It ain't funny," Uma frowns, "T's an idiot. What if he tries to hunt witches by himself?"

"One, I agree, a silent Harry isn't funny. And two," she takes a deep breath, "T might duck out when he thinks his priorities are more important, but he wouldn't leave Harry like this. His safety tops T's list. It's why he doesn't like going out with anyone because his attention gets split. And he knows he won't be able to take care of things he'd normally be able to do, because he would never leave someone in a dangerous situation, other than himself."

Uma eyes her with a frown before she reluctantly nods, "you're right." She sighs.

It was strange how two words from Uma could make her feel ten feet tall.

Warm.

Uma had been ready to throw her safety to the wind to go track down her family.

But now?

She drops her eyes, unsure of how to respond.

Gil drops a hand to her head with a grin, "thank you, that helped a lot ta hear."

"Quite," Yensid nods, "much like Deez, I agree that T would have to be rather hard-pressed to leave Harry. Let alone defenseless. Not with circumstances as they are."

"Yeah."

Uma massages her forehead, "I know you're all right." She frowns, "but that ain't makin' the fact they're out there any easier."

Yensid slides his hands into his sleeves, "with the current environment being how it is, I think it would be wise for you to consider this practice for what is to come."

She takes a slow, deep breath as a chill shivers down her spine.

They were going to have to start relying on each other a lot more. Trust each other to survive and do the right thing.

It was strange in a way.

That was the way things were on the Isle.

No one could be everywhere at once.

How many times had she and T talked about that?

Sometimes-

Most times-

-they had to trust that the others could take care of themselves.

"It's like that?" Gil frowns.

"I have found it is best to prepare for the worst, and unfortunately things have only just begun."

An unsettling silence settles over them as the words sink in.

Uma bites her lip as she stares at Yensid, several emotions shifting her features before she unenthusiastically nods. "I fuckin' hate it," she scowls, "but I get it."

If energy could spark, Uma's would have caught flame.

She slowly loops her pinky finger around Uma's who squeezes it.

It wasn't much.

A silent reminder.

But it was all she could offer.

It was going to be a long night.

"An' I thought small spaces were scary," Gil chuckles nervously.

"Waiting is awful." She frowns.

"No shit." Uma groans as she runs her hand through her hair.

"An unfortunate lesson in patience indeed." Yensid frowns, "but a necessary one if you're all to make it out of this with your sanity."

"Great," Uma groans, "Cause, ya know, this family has patience in spades."

Gil shrugs, "we do when we need ta."

She runs her hand over Uma's back.

"An' Treasure was jus' tellin' me I needed ta learn to learn ta trust T, jus' didn't realize it would have ta be so fast."

She grins up at him.

He did think about that conversation a lot.

She could see it in the way he paused before speaking.

In his deep breaths.

She found the summary funny, but it was part of what she wanted to see.

T did things for a reason, sometimes the reason was just hard to see.

And smothering him with what he couldn't do was not going to help anyone.

Uma sighs, "aye, suppose it does, Sweet Boy." She turns to her, "the problems where ta start."

"I mean," she grimaces, "I trust that T trusts Adelaide."

"I for one trust T's judgment," Yensid offers. "His execution could use some work, however."

"Progress, not perfection."

Gil chuckles, "haven't heard that in a while."

"I think it's a good motto for us."

"Aye," Uma nods, "ain't that the truth."

It was.

She could feel the truth of it.

In her bones.

Her being-

She takes a deep breath before she lets blue and white gather in her palm.

And, oddly enough, feel it in her fire.

Her eyes narrow.

Had she always been able to do that?

Feel things in her fire?

She couldn't recall ever feeling more than anger in the past-

Then again, that was the only time she lost control.

Was it something that had always been there, and she was just afraid to touch it?

Or was it new?

A new understanding from finally accepting a part of herself.

Either way, she liked it.

Liked how thoroughly her fire was an extension of herself.

Loved the fact she could finally appreciate her gift.

She still had a lot of work to do, but this was a huge step.

"Why don't you get some sleep? I'll wake you up when they write again." Yensid offers as he slides his hands into his sleeves.

Uma shakes her head, "I ain't gonna be able ta sleep like this."

Gil holds her tighter, "But we should."

She sighs, "don't hate me, but I agree. It's been a while since we slept." Or at least a while since Uma slept, she had no doubt.

Uma frowns as she looks between the two of them, betrayed.

"I did say don't hate me." She pouts.

"Like I could ever," Uma sighs. "Doesn't mean I'm fond of your thoughts."

"But Uma," she smiles softly, "I learned it from you."

T, is this really the best idea?

What, you said Yensid couldn't be bothered right now. 'Sides the dick wad can probably figure something out. If he had human shit to help-Maybe he's got a magic thingy in his stores that can too.

You're just avoiding going back to the ship with my Prince in this shape.

The fuck ya want me to do? Wait it out and hope it just goes away?

The barrier has been flickering on and off. It wouldn't take long, and I really don't think this is the wisest place to be…

No shit, he snorts, like that's ever stopped me before.

But-

You worry too much.

You don't worry enough.

Ain't killed me yet.

That we know of! God knows your heart has probably stopped-

Yeah! And whose idea was that, Miss Trial and Error? I volunteered, sure- but what stupid shit do I say no to? You're the one who fuckin' doped me with poisonous plants.

You're the one who collected them!

Yeah, at your request!

Don't act like you didn't love every minute of that!

So-

He blinks.

What the hell were they fighting about, facts?

He rolls her eyes at her snort.

Of course you'd lose your focus mid-conversation- Idiot. We were talking about how unwise this is. What makes you so sure he can even help us? He loathes magic.

Tch. Still a god. You're tellin' me with the barrier down he can't manage something that those cunts did with like, what, two weeks to figure this shit out? That blonde couldn't have been older than fucking James.

But the cuffs-

Block all his like, extra god like shit, I know. But how else did he hold D to him?

… I hadn't considered that.

Well I have, cause contrary- yeah, I know big words too I'm jus' not obnoxious about it- to your insistence I ain't stupid. I just don't pay attention to your boring ass shit-

By boring I can only assume you mean our future?

Exactly. I'm jus' tryin' ta make sure everyone survives, oh I don't know. Now?

"As interesting as the two of you fighting is, are you both well?"

Yeah.

Yes?

A trilling laughter fills his mind.

"How silly of me to forget the squabbling of youth."

She started it.

Real mature.

"I hate to interrupt, but whether this is a good idea or not, we have arrived."

Shit.

He lifts his brow as he looks up to the confused god at the top of the stairs.

Shit what?

"I um-" Hades rubs a hand over his chin before he pouts and shakes his head, "nope." He gestures to them with one hand flung out, "What the hell am I looking at?"

He shrugs as he wordlessly mouths out, "what, no guesses?"

Hades' eye twitches, "are you seriously not speaking to me either?"

"Aww, does that-"

Wait.

Either?

Can you please stop making this more complicated, for once.

"Who-woazah," Hades shakes his head as he takes a step back, "that's a trick."

He snorts as he carefully slides Harry off Adelaide's back.

The two giants stare at each other before Hades tilts his head to the side as he taps a finger against his lips.

You're drooling.

I mean aren't you? What'cha think they're talkin' 'bout?

My guess would be the situation.

And that's why you're lame.

"Thanks legs, I think I can handle them from here," Hades nods before he waves his hand towards the entrance to Deez's old room, "feel free to use the catacombs, ain't like anyone else wants to call them home."

He rolls his eyes.

Child.

"Careful little spiders, this one is strange. But I do have an old friend I'd like to visit."

He grins as he nods to her.

Have fun? Understatement, but yeah. I got this.

Would full sentences kill you?

We'll be careful Adelaide, please go enjoy your friend. Thank you again for all of your assistance, we're incredibly grateful.

That's what I said.

In what language?

"Little spiders should stop fighting and focus on the web in front of them." Addy pats him on the head before she turns and crawls out of view.

Yeah, pay attention to the web Tina.

Cretin.

"So, okayokayokay," Hades grins as he shakes his head and gestures dramatically with his hands, "let me get this straight, you two idiots were out and about doing your 'look at me I'm so cool no one can fucking touch us' thing when suddenly-" he claps his hands together loudly, "cablamo, one is blind and the other dumb."

He rolls his eyes as he flashes his middle finger.

"And, ya know, kudos to the witches who spelled you. I mean, vain as Guyliner is, not being able to see his pretty face is going to kill him," he snickers before he turns, "and you-" his head tilts to the side as his eyes narrow, "actually, this is an improvement."

Eh.

He silently snorts, before he picks up Harry, mock laughing as he heads into the temple.

He wasn't wrong.

He hadn't even thought of Hook not being able to see himself again-

Fuck knows he'd bitch about it as soon as he was awake long enough.

But, as annoying as it was…

Being mute wasn't that bad.

Frustrating.

Yeah, but not, like, debilitating.

I give you five minutes with the Lord of Death before you eat those words-

Deal.

-and that's being generous. Really T? Deal? Neither of us are gaining-

Really. Cause the satisfaction of wiping the smugness outta you would be win enough for me.

"At least now I don't have to listen to your insistent talking. Or deal with your petty bantering." Hades counts each point out on his fingers as he falls into step at his side, "or deal with your better half being on her high horse and telling me I'm making things worse."

Wait-

His eyes narrow.

What's-

Why-

The fuck did you do!?

Shit.

Shit?

Fucking shit?

What did you do-

And what the fuck were you thinking, talking-Why the fuck are you talking to him! I'm the fucking dumb one! What the fuck were you thinking!?

His eye twitches when she trips over herself in explanation.

Seriously? Bitch, I'm me. I know a load of shit when I hear it.

"Moi? Making things worse?" Hades crosses his arms over his chest as he walks around him before he suddenly plucks Harry from his grasp as they enter the sitting room.

He glares at the god.

Are you fucking-

God Damn it! He growls as he follows him.

T, just breathe-

You.

Shut it.

Now.

But-

Now!

"I have two fucking seconds of worry, and suddenly I'm the fucking bad guy." Hades holds Harry up in front of his face as if carrying on the conversation with him, "I mean, yelling at a god? Of death? Who's the actual moron here? I swear, the things I put up with because of that kitten."

He stops dead.

What the fuck is he talking about!

Well, you see-

Don't even. He seethes.

You actually-

You don't even want to talk to half the fucking family-

That's not-

And you yelled at the fucking giant granite god? He snarls, gesturing at Hades for emphasis.

Seriously!?

It's quite a bit more nuanced-

Yeah, it fucking better be more fucking nuanced! His eyes narrow.

You sneaky little fucking snake! This is why you didn't want to come here!

Actually-

"Oh well, the things I do for freedom." Hades tosses Harry's limp body on the couch before he locks his fingers together and stretches them until they pop, "how can I help? Or are you two still arguing?"

Great.

He rolls his eyes.

Could everyone fucking tell?

I mean, you do just stop talking for moments at a time.

He growls.

I'm a fucking mute right now, stupid. Clearly it wasn't from just silence. Oh, and that's right, shut it.

As he pulls out a pen and piece of paper.

Count-

His eyes narrow as the pen tightens in his hands.

It's e-r. Curse, C-u-r-s-e.

His eye twitches at her mocking tone.

Nope.

Fixing this could wait.

T, do you think-

Shut it. And yes, I do think it wise, smart ass.

How-

No

why-

Fuck it-

When.

As in when the fuck did

you start talking to her?

"Wow." Hades snickers as he reads the page handed to him, "you're seriously just as obnoxious when you write." He balls the paper up and tosses it back in his face, "no wonder she took that over."

He kicks the god's shin as he looks up to glare at him. "Fuck yourself."

"Huh? What's that Firebug?" Hades cups his hand next to his ear as he leans closer, "I can't hear you."

He scowls.

Oooh, not even a minute in and already lost. How embarrassing.

Fucking.

Bite.

Me.

His glare narrows at Hades' smug expression, so in sync with his sister's satisfied gloating.

No.

They weren't-

She didn't have the balls to-

But, if she had actually yelled at him-

Which he believed, as it was one of her favorite hobbies-

-and Hades hadn't killed her…

Sonova-

How the fuck does he find you entertaining!?

Oh, so now I'm allowed to speak?

Tina!

Since you asked so politely, she huffs, Are you trying to imply I'm boring, dear brother.

Was she serious?

I mean between the two of us…

There is more than one way to engage in interests to avert one's attention away from pursuits to which one has no power.

Jesus fucking Christ woman! It's that shit- I shouldn't have to decipher a fucking sentence spoken in english.

"So, moving past the how, the why, and the when of our private conversations-" Hades waves him off, "what exactly are you wanting me to count?"

He rolls his eyes before he grabs another page and scribbles it down before thrusting it at him again.

"Rude." Hades sniffs as he looks down, "oh, count-er curse." He snorts before his face blanks, "oh, a counter curse. For you and Guyliner. Because you guys are cursed." One eyebrow lifts, "and with the barrier down, magic works again."

He eyes the god curiously as his slowly tilts to the side before a wide grin tugs at his lips.

Hades wasn't sure he could do it.

Why, oh why, dear brother are you amused by that summation?

"Just uh," Hades rubs his chin before he slams his fist into his palm as he stands, "give me a couple of minutes. I know I've-" he shakes one finger in the air before he turns, "seen one of those spell books around here somewhere."

Cause I've never seen him this, uncertain? Maybe. How is it not funny?

Oh, she sighs in relief, and here I thought you were going to let him do it.

I mean, duh.

T! I know-

That I love a challenge?

A challenge! How the hell is this a challenge? He could kill us.

No he won't.

What the- Won't? He clearly has no idea what he's doing.

I know right which one of us is gonna back out first?

You're going to- Her voice tightens. You can't be serious?

Have we met?

I hate you, I hate everything you are, and I hate everything you choose to be.

"PAIN! PANIC! Make your sorry imp asses useful and help me find the curse manual." Hades commands as he leaves the room.

Have you even considered-

I mean no, obviously not.

His lip twitches at her groan of frustration.

Of course that would be too much forethought you, you-

Bad ass?

Ha! In your dreams, maybe, I was searching for a better word than neanderthal. You chest beating jackass.

Tch, tell yourself what ya want. I know I'm a badass.

He pauses as Panic flits into the room with an armful of strange looking devices.

What the-

But before he can even form the thought, Panic drops his burden in Hades' chair and races from the room again.

Wait, your delusions aside- Did he say manual?

Uh, I think so? Why?

No reason.

You dirty little liar.

His eyes narrow.

Wait- Oh, fuck you. You're up my ass about lettin' him cast us with some shit- But it's cool for you to fuck around with it-

He scowls, unsupervised.

I would never-

Oooh. You're on a fucking roll today, gonna try to corrupt someone with a crab apple next, ya fuckin' tree slithering snake.

He rolls his eyes at her offended gasp.

I am not Satan!

Well, you're certainly no Saint either.

"Alright then!" Hades announces with a clap as he returns, "looks easy enough. Few simple steps and then, boom, cured. Thanks to meeee."

He snorts as he steps forward with a nod before he gestures to the supplies before he looks to Senior expectantly

Oh for the love of- Just write it down. You're as bad at acting things out as you are with written and spoken word.

"Just a few things the counter spell, ritual thingy calls for." Hades flips through a book in his hands with a frown, "Hecate is really trying to rub this shit in my face."

You know T, we could, and should, just wait this out.

Nah, I wanna see how far we take this.

T! Now isn't the time for chicken-Just take out the damned orb and see if the curse breaks with its flame.

Shit.

He'd forgotten about the stupid orb.

Seriously, any color, any color that didn't even have to exist here, and all they got was a fucking blue one?

How fucking lame were they?

He sighs as he slips it out of his bag and glares at the sphere.

Still pissed, he'd missed the chance of watching Deez make them.

And yeah, sure, he'd seen her blow glass before-

But not while she poured fire into it.

It bothered him.

Like, had she pushed the fire into them with her fingertip, or like, drool the fire into it like she was spitting-

What? Why would she- No. That's disgusting.

I know. I can't picture Deez spittin' right either. It'd probably drop to her feet. No power in it at all-

You can't seriously believe-

What, you think she can?

Will you let me finish? You can't actually believe that's how Deez created these, right?

I mean… It's not like I was there…

I hate you.

"T?"

Shit, he turns to Harry with a frown.

He turns to Hades and gestures between him and Harry, already walking towards the pirate as he searches for the rest of the vile he'd dosed him with earlier.

"What? You planning to knock him out again?" Hades rolls his eyes before he sweeps past and grabs Harry, hoisting the now fighting boy into the air, "you don't want to be drugged, do you Guyliner?"

"Senior?" Harry's face pales as he reaches out, tentatively feeling the arms holding him in place, "what ya be ah doin' with me mate?"

"Oh relax, he's right here. You've both been cursed."

"Cursed?"

"Yer real quick today, ain't ya Guyliner?"

He scowls before he whips the orb at Hades stomach, catching it when it ricocheted off as he points to Harry and then the floor.

"Oh, someone wants their boy toy back."

"T?"

"What part of cursed is hard for you to understand?"

"The part where ya be ah actually tellin' me how he be bein' cursed." Harry snaps.

"Oh, I guess that would help the blind." Hades rolls his eyes before he drops Harry to the floor, "he's dumb."

"Oy!" Harry growls from the floor, "ya can be shuttin' yer mouth 'bout me mate-"

He frowns as he studies Harry for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to reassure him before he sighs and taps his shoulder and then buries his fingers in the pirate's hair and pulls.

"What the fuck I be ah sayin' 'bout pullin' me hair?" Harry demands as he grabs his hand and twists, the action bringing his face mere inches away from his.

"He can't talk." Hades snickers, "though I doubt he would have given you a satisfactory answer even if he could."

He rolls his eyes as he grasps Harry's forearm and pulls the pirate to his feet.

"Don't worry though, I found the counter curse."