#❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ's ᴍɪɴᴇ ɪs ᴏᴜʀs ☆ uma & harry hook .

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when will i ever get over this passage in rise of the isle of the lost   ??

   “As if. You work for me, remember? Do I have to keep reminding you? I’m captain, you’re first mate,” said Uma, pointing a finger and stabbing his chest with it. 

   “First date if you’re lucky,” said Harry with a wink, pulling on his collar and strutting a little.

   “Shut up,” said Uma with a laugh. “And see to that sail.”

   Harry swaggered away chuckling. Uma knew, try as she might, she couldn’t hurt his feelings. It was all part of the game of question-and-rejection they’d played forever.

the answer is never

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anyone: how long have you been sleeping with harry?

uma: that’s disgusting. and wrong. i don’t even get – why would – i’ve never had sex with anyone, anywhere. it’s none of your - you have - the nerve, the audacity, harry is my first mate, technically. and he is terrible, face-wise. and how - how - do i know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with him? maybe you are. maybe you’re trying to throw me off? hmm check and mate.

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i cant i really…. i cant

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HOW THE SEA WITCH FELL IN LOVE WITH A PIRATE .

PART ONE .

          she’s four years old , legs dangling over the dock , talking to the eels   —   well , mainly herself , but would tell you different   —   that filled the water below her feet . she’s a weird kid , she knows that even at her young age , but she doesn’t care .   ❝   did ju know dat octopuses have    t h r e e    hearts   ?   i wish i had three hearts . da’t be weally cool .   ❞    words jumble together with her still present   “   baby - voice   ”   . 

          children older than her by a few years sneak up from behind , yanking her head back by pulling strands of loose teal hair . it was nothing   NEW   —   uma found herself the usual target of kids in need of feeling powerful . the eldest grabs the silver locket from around her neck , breaking the chain .   ❝   hmm , think this would be worth anything   ??   ❞   laughs the group .

          ❝   HEY   !   give dat back   !      ❞   she cries reaching for the irreplaceable treasure . she may play the   victim   role , but she was still fearless .   

          ❝   why should i   ??   ❞   is questioned back with malice .   it was a legitimate question . she wasn’t born a   fighter   or even a pirate   —   the cruel world she was sentenced to would soon make her into that . uma bites her lip trying not to cry   —   her   MOTHER   gave her that necklace   —   what was she supposed to say   ?

          a boy in a long red coat , maybe a year or two older , jumps from the ramp of docked ship next to the skirmish . in the blink of an eye , he’s grabbed the chain   &   pushing the bully into the drink .   dramatic   . uma sees a fire in his crystal blue eyes she’s never seen before in anyone . his hand reaches for the sword sheathed at his waist , but the rest of the gang is already running back toward the isle mainland . the girl takes a sharp breath , unsure what to think   —   who had a real sword at this age   ?   ma didn’t even let her handle butter knives .   

          ❝   i believe this belongs to you   ?   ❞   the boy   (   with a really cute accent   )   holds up the piece of jewelry ,   &   uma nods shyly , shoving it safely into her coat pocket .   

          ❝   thank you   ,   ❞   her heart flutters matching her exasperated voice . no one , except her mom , had ever made an attempt to protect her before ,   &   he was a stranger . he gives a toothy grin , introducing himself ,   ❝   i’m harry .   ❞   

          the baby sea witch smiles back ,  ❝   uma .   ❞

PART TWO .

          now she’s   t e n   , with the companionship of the princess of darkness .   ❝   the target   ??   ❞   the daughter of maleficent questions with a wicked grin . uma points to the ship that belonged to hook , hoping to catch a glance of her best friend .

          uma   &   mal carry a bucket of slime to the docks for their occasional   “   evil   ”   pranks . the plan was to coat the pier in the slippery slime ,   &   watch the pirates fall like dominoes , one after the other . she smiles to herself when she sees the back of a tall yet skinny boy , looking out at the vast ocean surrounding their home . mal seemed to eat up all her free time these days . whether she knew it or not , this was not a friendship but a partnership   —   one the dark fairy’s mother likely told her to make in return for at least   SOME   control over the barge . 

          no , she found herself longing for time spent alone with the son of captain hook   —   &   the son of gaston befriended along the way   —   but mal played the jealousy card any time she did . ugh , those fairies . always annoyed at not receiving an invitation .

          with their antics ending in   TRAGEDY   at   supposedly   the sea witch’s fault , but really at mal’s own insecurities , the mutual   “   break up   ”   is a blessing in disguise .   (   at first   )   . uma found herself glad to get away from mistress of evil’s daughter … until mal made it her god damn mission to have the entire island   hate   her .   she just wanted to move on   . tears are about to stream down her face , when the pirate boy looks into her eyes , takes her hand   &   tells her ,   ❝   i’ll always choose you   ❞   .

PART THREE . 

​​          barely a teenager , she bursts into hook’s inlet   &   shack looking for the one   &   only harold hook .   ❝   teach me how to use a sword ,   ❞   is stated with strong conviction looking up into his eyes . the first in a long list of demands to come . when asked why she shrugs off the question as if it’s about time she learned how to defend herself . the innocent gleam in her eye put there by her mother is now gone , replaced with rage   &   fear .   ❝   what   ?   you’re the only one who can be a pirate around here   ?   ❞   she teases , a smirk on her face again to hide any doubt .

          uma had always been a fast learner . sure , she wasn’t as great as the pirates who have been training their who lives , but she could be with time . blades clash , turning her anger into   POWER   . maybe she was just extra tired that day from long shifts at the restaurant , or too trusting of the world she was condemned to , or simply living in ignorance from the monsters who lived here . maybe it was the purple - haired   witch’s   bitch’s fault for creating the reputation she was   WEAK   , or the isle’s for labeling her   attractive   when she clearly wasn’t interested . it’s an easy decision to never to tell anyone about that night   —   it felt embarrassing   &   made her feel smaller than she already felt to begin with . it was just easier this way , even if kept a secret from her best friend .

          tripping over her footwork , harry pins his sword loosely at her throat with their faces inches apart . her heart is beating through her chest , as they’re locked in momentary silence . what even was this … feeling   ?   shaking with adrenaline from fear was nothing new , but this was   MUCH   different . she would never be scared of him . inhaling sharply through her nose , she breaks the quiet ,   ❝   … okay so how do i fix that   ?   ❞

PART FOUR .

          uma watches him flirt with everyone else on the isle .   it’s never going to happen   , echoes in her mind .   can you blame him   ?   you’re not exactly anything special   .

PART FIVE .

          ❝ you work for me , remember   ?   do i have to keep reminding you   ?   i’m captain , you’re first mate ,   ❞   uma raises her eyebrows . another reason to add to the ever growing list of   “   reasons she can’t ever make the first move   ”   . what if he only said yes because he felt the   OBLIGATION   to   ?   after everything , mutual consent was so very important . she couldn’t take the   chance   .

          ❝   first   date   if you’re lucky ,   ❞   he teases , adding a classic wink   &   looking utterly proud of himself .

          her heart almost jumps out of her chest . she   should   be used to these passing comments , but they still take her by surprise   —   even after the twelve years they’ve been friends .   he’s just a flirt   , she reminds herself .   it doesn’t   MEAN   anything   .

          ❝   shut up ,   ❞   she rolls her eyes , playing it off with a laugh .   ❝   &   see to that sail .   ❞