#harriet hook’s pirate crew

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Just wrote out a really heavy post so to cheer myself up here’s a cute fluffy story idea:

Anthony has a habit of overworking himself because he needs to be perfect which means doing a lot of work and doing it flawlessly. Harriet and the crew take this personally, and make it a habit of breaking into Curl Up & Dye to drag him out for some chill time. He’s huffy about it for about a minute before giving in to his fate.

After an hour or two of relaxing they’re wreaking havoc on the isle.

[jupiterisaroace]

Was CJ Hook named that because of Captain (C) James (J) Hook?

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Question, when did my Dead Beauty AU go from "Isle teenagers with no survival instincts getting into relationships drama and maybe regicide" to "Isle teenagers with no survival instincts getting into relationships drama and maybe regicide, going absolutely feral when their younger relatives are in danger"?

[descenderintofantasy]

If the whole Hookedheart family went to the Isle, while it would still be awful, especially with Bridget being pregnant when they were taken there, and then having to give birth in a place where close to no medical care, I'd say it would still be better for them all to be together in the long run.

I'm gonna say that Bridget still has her "Fine make me your villain." Moment for Auradon making her family and her live in a prison but also as a way to protect her kids. Hook can't always be with them to protect them, and she can't keep them safe if people think that she can be pushed around. To do that, she makes herself just as feared as her husband is. So Bridget and Hook become the power couple of the Isle.

Bridget and Hook are still terrifying to the rest of the Isle, but since they still have their whole family together, they'd be closer to a DSoR dynamic with their kids. They're more toughened versions of themselves than they were in Wonderland, like we said with Hook, but still good parents who love their kids and, of course, if someone messes with their family, it's off with their heads or walking the plank.

The Hooklings all have a happier childhood than in canon, having both parents, safer of not debatable but definitely happier for everyone involved. I can see Red as a mix of her canon rebel self but also DSoR, where she's the baby of the family that has two overprotective parents and three overprotective siblings.

The older kids I feel would act about the same. Overall, the differences would be Harriet having less stress over having to watch and protect her younger siblings when her dad isn't around. She still does those things, of course. It's who she is, but she doesn't need to worry about them as much with her mom being there.

Harry and CJ are the closest to canon. Harry is still a lot like Hook, but he gets to continue being a mama's boy like he was in Wonderland. CJ is still a walking ball of chaos and a hellraiser, but she gets to be a big sister and do those things with Red, and she gets to know her mom.

I can picture Bridget having a bakery in or as close as possible to pirate territory. It's one of the best places to eat on the Isle because she can somehow make the rotten scraps that Auradon leaves taste good, and some of the adults who had similar things before the Isle can hardly tell the difference.

The Hooklings take turns between working at Hook's shop and the bakery. When they were little, Hook would bring CJ and Red to his shop because it's closer to the Jolly Roger (where they all live) and the younger girls liked to stab the customers with fish hooks and throw bait at them.

Harriet and Harry would go with Bridget to the bakery because Harriet was old enough to be away from the ship for long periods, and she liked helping Bridget bake. Harry went because he liked following Bridget around (mama's boy), and he liked throwing flour at Harriet and taste testing.

Bridget is constantly telling the Merlin VKs that they should come by while wearing a threatening smile. They do not. They're not that stupid. This goes on for sixteen years straight. She's not actually going to poison them to death. Hook would be upset. And if something happened to Uliana, that would upset Uma, which would upset Harry, which would upset Bridget

Uliana is constantly smacking cookies and cupcakes out of Uriah's, Marissa's, and Uma's hands. They know they're not allowed to eat anything from the bakery, but their friends are always eating them, so why can't they? Bridget's not going to poison the kids. She's not that evil. And again, that would upset her kids.

Bridget raged when the Core Four were chosen to go to Auradon in D1, and none of her four kids were. Come D2, she's incredibly proud that Harry and the Lost Revenge crew kidnapped the King of Auradon.

As you can see, I have so many thoughts on this. This is what I got for now.

THIS! Oh I love this! It's like the perfect combination of them being hardened but still being loving parents!

I'm not too sure how exactly they would have a bakery on the isle with no real access to things like flour. But I love the idea! So maybe it's flourless treats! And with them running both a fish shop and a bakery, two food sources. They really would be at the top of the 'food chain'. Probably just under Hades. The adult villains who have brains would be tripping over themselves to make alliances.

Though, imagine Red being born and Bridget just looks at Hook and says "She's our last child." There is no way she's going to bring another child into a place with no medical system And all the kids would have...well as happier childhood as they can growing up in a prison when innocent.

Little Harry following Bridget around is adorable, he would guard her with his life and make his daddy proud! :D And CJ actaully knowing her mom my heart! Yes!

And yeah I can see Bridget screaming her head off the day she finds out the Core Four got picked. Like after everything Maleficent's done to the others of the Isle taking what little good food they do get and leaving the rest to suffer...it's still her child that gets picked?! It would enrage her.

I love this, thanks for the ask! :D

[aiodenhunt]

Isle dreamer.

Where the Hook siblings assume CJ died. Set during wicked world, before D2

! TW!

-Character death (Let's pretend CJ is dead and not in Auradon for the sadsies)

-Depictions of grief.

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Harriet went to sleep without thinking a lot about CJ being out for the night. Her sister was that way, she would never come back home in the estimated time. CJ would always come back one hour after her curfew, just to mess around with them.

Plus, she was with Freddie. If someone could put some reason into Calista’s head that was definitely Freddie.

So there was apparently nothing to worry about.

She stopped worrying about CJ coming home to sleep when the latter was around 11, ever since then CJ would sleep ‘Wherever the night caught her’ and take turns sleeping in the Jolly Roger, The lost revenge, Freddie’s house or Harriet’s ship; The crimson zephyr. She had that bad habit.

Her sister was just that careless.

And Harriet had given up with her a long time ago. Once she found CJ eating breakfast in her ship’s kitchen, which would’ve been normal if her sister had slept in her ship the previous night.

Harriet honestly didn’t care about that. She had learned to leave one window open and extra food just for CJ. It was better if her sister slept there than on the streets like the other children on the Isle.

Uma also didn’t mind CJ’s random presence on her ship, the pirate had just adopted her as ‘Harry’s annoying little sister that crashes here without warning’ and rolled along with it.

Captain Hook? He was sometimes delighted to see his daughter come back to her home and spend the night there, sometimes he would make it clear he didn’t want her there.

So, yeah. CJ spending the night out while she had explicitly told Harriet she would sleep in her ship wasn’t that much of a big deal. Maybe the Faciliers made something CJ likes for dinner and so she decided to spend the night there.

Oh well, she would just scold her little sister when she got home and that’s it.

Cj will be fine. She can fetch for herself.

So the following night, Harriet Hook woke up without too many worries inside of her head, half of those worries weren’t really related to her sister. They were mostly about her crew or the fact that they lived on a jail-island, nothing too bad or out of the ordinary.

She walked out of her cabin, heading to the kitchen. Greeting some of her crewmates in the process.

Claudine Frollo was already up, making breakfast for her crew. She was probably the only member of the crew who got up at the unholy hour that 5am was.“Good morning, Captain.” She said, serving some crepes for Harriet.

“ ‘Morning, have you seen Calista around the ship?” The captain asked, sitting down to eat what had been just served to her.

Claudine shook her head no.

“Are you sure?” Harriet insisted.

“If she had slept inside of the ship, I would’ve heard her entering it. You know I have quite the sensitive ear.”

“Hm.True.” Harriet hummed, taking some last bites out of her breakfast. “She must’ve spent the night with Harry or Freddie. She’ll probably be back in a day or two.”

“May the lord be with her.” Claudine made the cross gesture.

Harriet just let out a sigh. “Yeah let the religious stuff from your dad for an actually dangerous situation, We’ve got raids to do.”

And so, the next two days passed by normally for Harriet Hook.

Her rutinary raids, antics, some robbery and someone being stabbed, whatever was normal for her.

But, during those days. CJ was nowhere to be seen. At least inside of her ship.

She woke up with a little of a hangover from drinking last night, walking to the kitchen with one of her hands holding an ice pack on her head to calm down the migraine.

Harriet barely opened her mouth, and Claudine already had an answer for her question. “CJ still isn’t here. And no, Sammy hasn’t seen her either.”

The captain sighed. “Don’t serve me any breakfast, give it to Sammy or whoever needs it. I’m going to the Lost revenge to drag that brat back home.”

Harriet could hear a small giggle before leaving. “Good luck with that rascal.”

The way to the Lost revenge wasn’t too far from her. The isle was quite small, so it was just around two blocks away from her own ship. The port was way too small.

She knocked three times on the wooden of the ship, some of Uma’s pirates looking at her with fear, and some others with respect.

Uma looked at her from the deck, looking like she wanted to cuss her out of there at first; but once she realized it was Harriet she only sighed. “Ah, it 's you.”

“Harry! Your sister’s here!” The fellow captain screamed so loud it could probably be heard on all of the ship.

“The crazy one or the normal one?”

“The normal one!”

And so, Harry could soon be heard walking towards the deck, then he jumped out of the ship. “What up?”

“Has CJ been sleeping here for the last three days?” Harriet asked, straightforward.

Her brother bit his lip, frowning. “I was actually going to ask you if she had been sleeping in the Crimson zephyr. Haven’t seen that polliwog around in a while.”

Harriet took a deep breath. “So she hasn’t!”

Harry shook his head no. “Might be at dad’s.”

The captain shrugged, wanting to not look lowkey frustrated. “Wanna search for her with me? Maybe Hook’s got her hostage thinking she’s Peter pan or something. She never stays with him for that long.”

“Oh I had forgotten she’s that guy’s age already.” Harry mumbled. “Count me in. Uma ain’t doing anything interesting today.”

And so, The oldest sibling nodded, walking across the port along with her brother.

The Jolly roger being so close to the Lost revenge it was almost comical it took them around three minutes to get there

Once they were close enough, Harry yelled. “Oh Dad! Would you mind talking to your children?”

Hook looked down at them, making some gestures with his fake hand. “I do it every once in a while. What do you want now?”

“Have you seen Calista? Or, a child resembling Peter Pan lately?” Harriet asked, her arms crossed.

Their father frowned at the mention of that boy. “My little girl? Nope, and I wish I don’t see that hellish boy or anyone who resembles him again.”

Harriet sighed, turning around and walking away from the port (Dragging Harry along with her), refusing to listen to Hook any longer. “I believe him. If he had lost his mind he wouldn’t make it clear that Cj’s his favorite child.”

Harry decided to not argue any longer. Walking to wherever Harriet was going to.

Which seemed to be… The arcade the Facilier’s run?

How odd.

Harriet entered almost kicking the door open, her presence being ominous enough to startle most people inside of the arcade. She looked straight into Dr.Facilier’s eyes as soon as she spotted him.

“Has CJ slept here the last three days, Shadowman?”

“Easy there, Hook. I could ask you the exact same question about Freddie.” The older man answered, something in his voice made the phrase look like a threat. “Unlike your little sister she has some manners. She never sleeps outside of her home, much less uninvited. Where is my daughter?”

Harry almost walks up to Facilier, hook in hand. Yet Harriet stopped him.

“Where is my sister? They should be together. I’m not looking for a fight.” The pirate dropped her sword, and made her brother drop his hook. (Although he rolled his eyes when she did.) “Kidnapping your daughter would only make CJ hate me.”

The shadowman seemed a little more relaxed, less menacing. Yet he still looked stressed. “I’m serious. I don’t know where both of them are. Celia has been worried, so am I. We figured maybe CJ was keeping her hidden, or rather hiding with her.”

Harriet growled in frustration, picking up her sword and passing the hook to her brother.

“Whatever. Those two must be hiding anywhere waiting for us to lose our minds searching for them. I’ll tell you when I find them, so you can also ground Freddie for life for letting CJ do that.”

Facilier nodded, with a heavy sigh. Then the siblings left the arcade.

Harriet kicked a stone in frustration.

Harry didn’t know quite what to do. Looking worried was not a choice, though. “Maybe she is okay. Just playing hide and seek anywhere, just to toy around with us.”

Harriet bit one of her nails, not wanting to seem worried either. She could not show weakness in public. “Tell Uma and her crew to look out for her literally everywhere. My crew will do the same. No stone must remain unturned.”

Harry let out a laugh. “That polliwog will be so grounded when you get her.”

“She will not see the sunlight until she turns eighteen.”

And so, the day passed by.

All the raids planified for that day came to a halt. For both Uma and Harriet’s crew. The pirates looked for every street inside in the isle, every alley. Every business that could be a possible hideout.

Harriet’s crew even had to swallow down whatever fear they had left and enter Maleficent’s now abandoned castle. Still, no trace of CJ nearby. It seemed like her most probable hideout but there wasn’t a single trail of her or Freddie in there.

The search went on for two weeks.

Uma’s had looked inside of the Hell hall but even there, there was not a single trace of the missing girls.

Every alley had been temporarily invaded by the pirates in search for the girl, and no one was there.

Harriet had screamed her sister’s name time and again, and nobody answered.

During the second week, they had stopped searching and began raiding more often, in case somebody had the guts to hold hostage the youngest Hook child.

The hopes of Cj’s older siblings were high when the raids began, and they had in fact found some of the missing children of the isle who would then be sent back to their parent’s arms.

Nonetheless there was not a single trace of CJ or Freddie in any of those raids. When interrogating people, they claimed that they knew that kidnapping CJ Hook was technically suicide.

So, during the third week of Cj’s disappearance, Harriet and Harry stopped looking for someone living.

Harriet shivered, her voice trembled a little when she asked what might be the hardest question she had ever asked. “I need Uma to ask Ursula if she has seen any remains of CJ in the depths of the sea.”

CJ never learned how to swim unlike her siblings. Maybe she stepped on rotten wood whilst walking on the port and drowned.

Or maybe someone had killed her and dropped her remains into the sea.

They knew the villains were immortal, as she herself accidentally killed her father once. (In self defense.) But they also knew that VK’s could die. Everyone who wasn’t deemed as a dangerous villain was not immortal. How charming. Thank you, King Beast.

Whatever, Harriet needed a coat, her sister’s headband, anything. She needed to know what happened to her baby sister.

Neither of the siblings had the strength to tell their father that they thought CJ was dead. They just knew that he was probably drinking himself blind thanks to her daughter’s disappearance.

Harriet also wanted to do that.

Yet she needed to be sober to keep on looking.

She was angry at first.

Angry at the world who set this godforsaken barrier on them. Angry at herself for not looking out for her sister earlier. Angry at her father, for neglecting them in that way.

She screamed, smashed a couple bottles against the floor and punched a wall, yet the people in her crew knew it was best to let Harriet be.

Sammy told them that it was her captain’s way to go through grief.

Harry, on the other hand, seemed more maniacal than never. Whenever they attacked he laughed more than usual, he was more prone to burst out laughing after any inconvenience happened to him. He lashed out when someone mentioned CJ, too.

Uma was there to hold Harry whenever he broke down. She was there to at least tell him that his sister was probably in a better place now. There was someone to be Harry’s support.

Harriet did have Ginny to hold her down while she lashed out, and unlike Harry and Uma, she was not enough to calm her down completely.

Of course she appreciated her partner, but no romantical love could fill the hole her sister left in her heart.

Harriet had raised that girl. She saw her grow up, she taught her how to read and how to count, she taught her how to defend herself.

Had she done something wrong? Had she forgotten to look somewhere else?

Oh.

She did.

The underworld.

All the dead went there, and the god of the underworld was there, on the Isle. Maybe she could give her an answer.

Nonetheless when Harriet sat down to speak with Hades, all she got was disappointment.

Hades was no longer the ruler of the underworld during his imprisonment, the ones ruling it were Persephone and Nyx. Some other goddesses, or demi-gods. Harriet didn’t gave a single fuck about whatever divine status they had.

Persephone was the only one who could tell her if her sister was dead or not.

And Persephone could only come to the island during the winter. It is currently the beginning of autumn.

Great.

So she had to wait months to know if her sister was alive or not.

Harriet did her best to not break down when she reunited with Harry a couple of days later.

They picked up a couple of the few flowers that could be found across the isle, and some shiny stuff CJ would have wanted.

Since cameras weren’t a thing on the isle and they didn’t have a picture of the deceased girls, Harriet painted a small portrait of CJ and Freddie, although it wasn’t her main hobby or a sustainable one on the isle, she was quite good at it.

They made a makeshift altar on the Crimson zephyr, inside of the cabin where their little sister used to sleep in.

Neither Harriet nor Harry cried during Claudine’s memorial speech, all her time with Frollo had prepared her to host funerals; at last. Celia did cry for Freddie.

Claudine lit up a small candle on the altar for the two souls.

Harry didn’t have the strength to speak during the makeshift funeral.

Neither did Harriet, but she spoke anyway.

She swallowed down a tear while standing in front of the portrait of her little sister. “Calista was not a saint. Hell, she stole from us more times than I can count on my two hands.”

“Yet she never had ill intentions. I dare to say my sister was the closest we will have to someone being genuinely kind on this Godforsaken isle. I hope she is happy and in peace along with her best friend, away from this living hell. I hope that this is a reminder of the cruelty of King Beast. And I hope one day we will be able to break this down, so no more innocents will die with misery and pain being all of what they knew during their short lives. Calista Jane Hook, I hope you forgive your siblings for not being able to save you.”

Maybe she teared up while speaking, yet no one pointed it out.

Harriet doesn’t remember anything else that happened during that funeral. She zoned out, just thinking.

Thinking about how CJ used to tell Harriet about her dreams of navigating and seeing the world beyond the barrier she was born into.

She thought about how that little dreamer never got to see anything more than misery, and thinking about how they don’t even have a body to mourn her properly.

Did she suffer?

Did she go in peace? Did she thought about them while leaving?

What a waste…

Ginny had to drag Harriet to bed that night. She drank until she passed out, mumbling something about not being able to save her.

Maybe one day, the memory of the youngest Hook child will stop being painful.

It won’t be today.

[shellyseashell]

HARRIET HOOK (DEMON HUNTER AU)

aliases: etta, aegea, pirate king

age: 21

height: 5’11

mbti: entj, the commander

affiliation: sovereign dread, lost revenge, deviltry, syndicate

personality: blunt, protective, bold, charismatic, bossy, dismissive

partner(s): anthony tremaine, diego de vil, ginny gothel

children: sorcha hook

background: when her mother, an exiled neverland mermaid, died, she was left caring for her siblings and protecting them from their father. she grew up a sort of ring leader for a lot of wharf kids, one of the only ones bold enough to face the guards. her crew was only formed when she was 15, after acquiring a ship. over the years, she solidified her crew to one of the largest and most powerful gangs on the isle. now, the south wharfs are fully under her control, the only place on the isle frollo has no foothold.

[bellalampwickrossi]

Disney Descendants: Run Little Donkey Girl, Run. For The Villain Hannah Hook au

Co written by me and @hannahhook7744

Song being parodied: Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall.

Who wrote the original song: Lydia the Bard.

[Hannah Hook sits on the throne of Auradon, looking at Tulip through the blade Harry's broken cutlass]:

Little girl, you've no idea what you've got yourself into:

Stand your ground for a night and think the world's made for you.

Well, I've tried too hard to see all of my work come undone,

So better trot on home real fast…

[Tulip gives a motivational speech to her tribe]:

I see the way your people look at you with tears in their eyes,

Soon they’ll start to have some hope in their  lives.

Well I won't let you tempt them,

They are mine to deflect. 

No use reminding them of what they lost.

[Hannah grits her teeth as a little golden Neverland appears, clenching her fist so that it crumbles out of her sight]:

You don't seem to quite understand what is at stake…

This messed up little world that I had to break…

If I could give you back your home you know that would, But it will do more harm than good! 

[More golden little miniatures appear that Hannah has to crush with tears in her eyes]:

So why don't you run?

Run,  little Donkey girl, run!

Why don't you run ?

Run,  little Donkey girl, run!

[The Killer Queen gets control of her magic back and makes a little figure of Tulip appear, before transforming it into a donkey and making it run]:

Swear it's nothing personal,

It's just a necessary evil…

Why don't you Run ?

Run, donkey girl , run 

[The figure starts to crumble]:

Some would say I'm quick to rage,

But they’ve never seen my life. 

Fighting all day and night, just to survive!

Tulip, sweetie, you have picked the wrong girl to fight

[Hannah Hook looks fondly at her crew and the children in it as they play with Harriet, before getting a hardened look in her eye. Remembering what Auradon did to Harry and Cj, and their friends]:

I will protect what is mine…

[Tulip is planning a strategy of attack with Pin and Princess Eleanor of Llyr, who’s kingdom has just joined the fight]:

A nasty little ass that must be killed and put down,

Starting revolutions inside my kingdom is just not allowed!

If ending errant rebellions is what I must do…

Then, sugar I'll be coming for you!

[Lampwick is trying to talk Tulip out of doing this, scared she might get hurt or worse killed]:

So why don't you Run?

(Why don't you Run?)

Run, little Donkey girl , run!

Why don't you run?

(Why don't you run?)

run, little donkey girl, run!

[Tulip gives her dad, Lampwick, one last hug before setting out to purposefully get herself captured by Hannah’s Crew in hopes that Princess Eleanor and her tribe will be able to ambush Hannah while she’s busy trying to kill her]:

Swear it's nothing personal..

It's just a necessary evil!

Why don't you…RUN?!

(Ruuuuuuuuun).

Ruuuuun, little donkey girl, RUN!

(Why don't you run?)

[Tulip is captured, by Hannah ,  tied up and taken to a secluded place where the pirate girl can drown her]:

Oh, oh…

(Why don't you run?)

Oh, oh…

(Why don't you run?)

Oh, oh…

(Why don't you run?)

Oh…

(Run.)

Oh…

Why don't you run?!

[Tulip tries to Talk Hannah Down from drowning her, telling her that she can be the bigger person etc etc. 

But the other teen just shakes her head, eyes lifeless]:Run, little donkey, run.

Or did it slip your mind?

You need three things to survive. 

Let's see you try when I triple up mine…

[Hannah's hands start glowing and a wave appears out of the fountain, overshadowing both of them]: Why don't you Run?!

Run, little Donkey girl , run!

I'm gonna drown your ass,

Cut your air.

Honey you won't...

Even care!

Now that you're having fun…

Why don't you...

Run?!

[Princess Eleanor sneakily sneaks up behind Hannah and stabs her in the back but not the heart while she’s distracted, but doesn’t doesn’t kill her, showing mercy to Hannah Like Tulip suggested.

A mistake.

Hannah flings her hand back—eyes glowing black with fury—sending Eleanor flying out the nearest window. Sending members of Tulip’s tribe flying back as they try to apprehend her. Calling in her crew, who throw them out of the castle. Mostly unharmed. 

Eleanor can be seen lying on the ground: heavily injured—wings broken—but not dead. One of the few near casualties of this fight.

Tulip gives Hannah a stoic but also heartbroken look as she helps an injured Eleanor up .

All while Hannah Hook holds one of the toddlers of her crew, coldly staring down at them: all while the oblivious toddler waves goodbye to them].

[thebluestbluewords]

Dunderback, oh Dunderback…

Somewhat graphic descriptions of injury, isle-related violence. Not actually that dark despite this.

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"Dizzy," Evie asks sweetly. "You've been on the isle more recently than us. Do the twins..." 

She trails off meaningfully. 

Dizzy blinks up at her like a little red-headed bobble toy. "Do they what? I was thinking about the best ways to starch cobweb lace into shape for a hair bow and I think I stopped listening at the end there. Sorry. What did they do now?" 

Oh, little Dizzy. Never change. 

Mal puts down her spoon, and actually swallows her mouthful of cereal, instead of talking with her mouth open and full, because despite her insinuations otherwise she is aware that it's a disgusting habit and Evie hates it. "Do they talk, Diz? Because from where we are, it looks like they've been here for a week, and the only people we've seen them talk to is each other." 

They do talk!" Dizzy says quickly, putting down her own spoon as well. "Just. Not to other people." 

Great. Perfect. They'll have a great time explaining that one to Fairy Godmother. Their new kids, who are supposed to be a hand-picked selection of model citizens, fresh from the ferocious claws of Harriet Hook herself, only talk to each other. That'll go over great, Mal's sure of it. Nothing at all to make FG absolutely nutty there. 

Still. Mal's old and wise now, and the twins' issues aren't Dizzy's fault. 

"Do they talk to you, Diz?" she asks, trying to emulate Evie's sweet tone. "We thought maybe they like you better than us."

Dizzy frowns. Her whole face scrunches up when she does it. It's cute, but it's also a reminder that they have got to get that girl a new pair of glasses that aren't so broken they're falling off her face. Maybe there's a special Auradon glasses store out there somewhere, where they'll be able to achieve one of Evie's lifelong dreams and get glasses that are actually cute and functional for Dizzy. 

And maybe sheep will fly, and the twins will start talking, and they'll all get a pony. 

Dizzy pushes her glasses back up her nose with a practiced flick of her fingers. "Well, no. They used to talk to me more, but...  Evie, do we have to talk about it?" 

"We want to make sure they can communicate with us, Diz."

Dizzy sighs. Her sharp little elbows are resting on the table, which is another thing they're going to have to train her out of before the fall. Fairy Godmother is nuts about table manners. "They used to talk more, but there was a fight in March between Hook's crew and Harriet's crew, and it got so loud that a bunch of the unaffiliated pirates decided it was their problem to shut them all up before they all started burning buildings again, so they stepped in with their swords, which were fresh out of Gaston's fight club, the one he fired Gil from, remember?" 

"I remember.” 

Spirits bolstered by the acknowledgement, Dizzy nods, and flicks her glasses up her nose again. "So their swords were really sharp, and Mister Smee, he's the one who always tries to step between pirates and talk them down when they're getting loud, because he knows how mean the neighborhood is. But this time, the unaffiliated gang didn't let him get a word in, and they--" She stops. "Do I have to say it? I don't want to remember." 

Mal looks to Evie, who shrugs, and looks back to Dizzy again. They're not really equipped to deal with something so bad that even Dizzy won't talk about it, but if they don't know what they're dealing with, they're not going to be able to make a plan of action. "You can summarize."

"They made him into meat." Dizzy says bluntly, shuddering. "It was awful. Like sausages were spilling out of him, only it was just guts, and I had to go wash the blood off the front steps after, because Harriet dragged him out and brought him to the house, because she knows that Anthony keeps a guts needle in the house, and the twins were there when they were stitching him back up, and I don't think they saw everything that happened, but they were there when-- when he started dying for real, and I think that's when they stopped talking to other people." 

[loreofthelost]

VK Hierarchy

Due to Maleficent's position as ruler of the Isle, Mal is automatically considered at the top of the food chain. Mal first came onto the streets at 10 as an enforcer for her mother. As the years went on she made a name for self by being ruthless, Mal also started to put a gang together and went off on her own, Maleficent's territory slowly became more known as Mal's. Though Mal does still live in Bargin Castle and does report to her mother, however she has stopped being an enforcer and has made her own name for herself instead of just being Maleficent's enforcer. The Fae Syndicate is one of the most dangerous gangs on the isle and controls a large territory.

The Fae Syndicate is closely followed by The Burbers and the two Pirate Crews The Burbers are a large gang and they hold a lot of territory, they are lead by Yasmine daughter of Jafer and Jay's twin, Yasmine is a formidable woman who earned her place by killing the former leader of the Burbers after he broke sanctum. Her second is Hugo Rourke, who is know for his sheer strength and the fact that he is loyal to the bone.

Both Uma's and Harriet's Pirate Crews have a decent amount of territory, they also have access to the only fresh food supply and they control all the docks on the Isle. Uma's crew control the left side of harbour town from the dark cliffs and Ursula's to the barge docks in the centre of harbour town. They also stretch up enough to control some of the edges of the town proper. Harriet's crew control the right side of harbour town from the Jolly Rodger and Hook's Inlet to the barge docks. They also control some of the edges of the town proper

The Lost Children and the Merchant Punks are next, they garner a lot of respect and fear. The Lost Children, led by Anthoney Tremaine, because they are the oldest on the Isle and had to cut their place out, to be seen as more than just extensions of their parents, the Lost Children are also different because they only except those who were born with the first two years on the isle.

The Merchant Punks, led by Leo Silver, are a large gang with a large territory, they control the majority of the Bazaar and the shops so you don't wan to anger them less you lose access to most things on the isle. 

The gangs are mainly on equal footing though and as things like territory and supplies and allies are always changing there is no sure fire way to know who is better than the others, though all the gangs like to say they are the best.

[bucket-barnes]

I like the way you think- this is gonna be a multi part, we’ll start with the most fun

(Suggestion from @panthera-tigris-venenata, I’ll be leaving out Claudine however as I don’t think I’m qualified to write about that)

Harriet Hook- the unforgiving sea

Heads up: still not a doctor, my knowledge on these topics are limited and I embellish for dramatic effect. If you know more than I do about these topics…suspend your disbelief for a little

Winter on the Isle of the lost was always brutal, especially down by the water. Pirates would often drink until they couldn’t feel the cold cutting into their skin or staying below deck where it was slightly warmer but…not by much

Harriet Hook already had a lot on her shoulders, her dad was a drunk and she had two siblings to take care of, granted, Harry was more independent than CJ, given his age…but if it weren’t for Harriet, his psychotic tendencies probably would’ve sent him to an early grave by now. Harriet took care of her family with a sense of honor, she was the glue that kept her family together, she was the support for her siblings…but Harriet’s kind heart often came to her detriment

It wasn’t a secret that Isle kids weren’t well taken care of. Their parents were neglectful or downright abusive, most of these poor kids didn’t even have decent winter clothes. Harriet would often see these kids when making her rounds, she’d give them whatever she could, her only pair of gloves that don’t have holes in them, a mostly intact scarf, whatever she had on her. When she came home with less clothes than she left with, Harry would ask but his sister would always insist it was fine, she can handle a little cold

The winter months continued and Harriet’s closer dwindled, something her brother wouldn’t let go unnoticed. Whenever she came home with frozen lips, dark blue fingers, and a bone-deep chill, Harry would do everything he could to warm her up…admittedly because he was worried about her, he was a pirate too, a first mate at that, he’s watched what the cold has done to his own crew mates, including himself…he wasn’t gonna let that happen to his big sister. Almost every day (or at least when he could) Harry would boil some water, put it in a bowl, and Make Harriet put her hands on it in an attempt to halt any damage…it didn’t really do much, but he was trying!

Her brother’s efforts were sadly in vein, by the time the barrier around the Isle came down, Harriet had gotten frostbite so many times she was close to sharing a namesake with her father. Her hands were always a little stiff and in pain, she had to be careful in the cold now. Harriet still did her best to help the Isle kids, even being invited to join the isle affairs council…but there was this small part of her who saw this caring nature as a fatal flaw, she lost things because of her kindness, she constantly felt pain because of the kindness she displayed for so long…there were days she’d struggle to hold her sword…

Whenever she thought that way, she’d remember the faces of all those children she helped throughout the years, from her own siblings, to random street rats, the looks of gratitude on those kids faces somehow made it all worth it

Hope you like this! Ironically enough frostbite is actually something I’ve done some research on. You have a descendants character you want to see me fuck up? Tell me immediately, I will do it!

[kanzakurawrites]

I feel like out of the Hook siblings, CJ is the only one who will go on to be a pirate.

Hear me out.

Harriet seems to be the mom. She carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. She took the role of caring for her siblings, and looking after the dock and pirate children. And from how it sounds, she doesn't have a large crew or anything like that. Her brother is in the large crew. Out of the three, Harriet is the one who will likely really settle down. Maybe she'll live on a houseboat, or right by the sea, but stability and quiet would be good for her.

Harry will follow Uma to the ends of the earth. Where Uma goes, he goes. But as of D3, it seems like Uma is going to be helping with the VK's. I can't see her abandoning them, instead she'd help create a good world for them. Sure, they can be in Auradon, but will all of them really leave the Isle? Or will they work to make a better place, while also finding homes and shelter for there kids? But since Uma likely isn't going to travel the seas, Harry won't either. (He'll still claim he's a pirate, he was raised one after all and that will never change. He just isn't out living the full pirate life)

But then you have CJ. CJ craves adventure. She craves the sea, the journey of finding treasure. She seems more interested in the searching for the treasure then finding it, to be honest. But in some ways, she reminds me of one Elizabeth Swann. If any of the Hooks decide to brush off good (to an extent, they aren't evil), and go the full pirate route, it's going to be CJ. This doesn't mean she won't visit, she pretends she doesn't like her siblings, but we know she loves them. She'll drop by unexpectedly, say hi to them and maybe visit Freddie, and leave before anyone else in Auradon knows.

But this is just my take on the Hooks and the life of a pirate, I'd love to hear others takes!

[tiredflowercrown]

So I don't know if anyone knows this already or wants to know. Buuuuuuuut

Pirate Postions Explained

Using the pirate crews as my examples

Captain:

When most people think of pirates, they think of a Captain and a First Mate. The captain however isn't an automatic position, it's an elected one; with the only time they have absolute power being in combat or chasing someone. Any other time they could be overruled by a majority vote.

In terms of the Isle, this means both Harriet and Uma were put into power by those around them who have no reason to remove them from said seat. Uma because all of her crew would die for her in a heartbeat. Harriet because despite all her anger and problems, she's good at what she does. (and no one wants to put up with the amount of bs that she does)

First Mate:

First Mates typically didn't exist on pirate ships, instead being a term for navy or commercial ships as the captain's apprentice or right hand. Pirate ships had a quartermaster instead fill that position.

However, Captain James Hook started as a navel officer not a pirate, so his ships had a bit more in common with structuring with navy than other pirate ships. His children followed his lead with how they set up their respective crews. Harriet making Sammy her right hand. Harry making himself Uma's.

Quartermaster:

The quartermaster, in the absence of a first mate, is the next highest ranked position. Often being the one that pirates went to with problems, disagreements, or requests. When not in combat, they held the exact same authority as the captain. As the name suggests, they were in charge of making sure everyone's living quarters was figured out as well as managing food and water supplies.

Harriet, having known him her whole life and trusting his abilities, chose Big Murph as her quartermaster to use both him and Sammy to even out her temperament. Uma went with the most stable and friendly person on the crew, Gil, who everyone agrees was needed to be objective in terms of Harry and other issues.

Master Gunner:

The master gunner is a bit what it sounds like, they are the person in charge of cannons and overall combat if the captain is unavailable for that specific task.

Harriet chose Jade for her quick and out of the box thinking, she can quickly spot a weak point in order to disable a ship. Uma chose Ivy because one way or another, Ivy was going to be using the cannons; might as well teach her and let her be in charge of them.

Medic/Surgeons:

A pirate ship typically didn't have a trained medical practitioner at all. If they did have one, it was because they pressed them into service.

The Isle, however, doesn't have any trained medics. Everyone is just figuring it out from discarded books, stories, and practical experience. Harriet chose Mayra due to her force of will and cool head when it came to people being hurt. Uma chose Bonny because she was the daughter of the Jolly Roger's surgeon, and had a semblance of medical training in that aspect.

Boatswain:

Boatswain are junior officers who reported back directly to either the captain or quartermaster. They made sure the ship was in top shape, keeping track of any damage, making sure the deck is being swabbed, and other small but necessary tasks. They also were the one who would typically lead parties ashore to restock or find materials for repairs.

Harriet chose Diego to keep him close to her because he is very good at keeping track of multiple projects and activities all at once. Uma chose Desiree because of her attention to detail.

Cook/General Positions:

A cook was typically just a random crew member who had been put in charge, this along with other general positions would have been decided by one's talents or other skills.

Harry Badun was chosen via straws for the position of cook, he hasn't done a bad job so why remove him. Claudine was chosen due to her both working in her father's shop and consistently being the only cook in that house. Desiree fills in as cook when Claudine is incapacitated (or banned.)

Hope you might have learned something!

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Any headcanons for Harry and Uma's kids?

Might be more about Harry and Uma as parents, but anyway:

The kids are spoiled. Not by their parents – much – but by their pirate crew. Uma would like it to stop.

It will not stop. Cos, c'mon. This is Uma's kid. The pirates adore the kid.

The Lost Revenge crew also collectivelly answers to Auntie/Uncle, though Uncle Gil has special privileges.

Gil is also one of the few people allowed to babysit.

He takes the kids on carefully prepared "treasure hunts" to bring "treasure" for mom and dad. It's incredibly fun and if he's not sure the difficulty level is okay for kids, he check with someone else. Jane's been pulled into preparing the adventures few times.

Out of people actually realated to Uma and Harry, only Harriet is actually allowed to babysit. She's knows how to keep children alive and her younger siblings are the proof. (...helps a lot that Anthony is there to regulate the more dangerous activities.)

Only when the kids are old enough, they can hang out with Auntie CJ alone. (They're the ones sublty supervising she doesn't commit burglary and/or hight treason on camera, not vice versa.)

Somehow, James Hook and Alala manage to cancel out eachother's vices to be at least reasobably safe to be around. They do keep telling the kids that "murder is okay if they're annoing enough" tho.

Ursula doesn't like kids all that much and Uma likes her mother even less.

Oh, there is a considerable overlap between "daddy's bedtime stories" and "mommy's family drama". Let me tell you, the kids are confused.

Uma and Harry remain very uncensored around the kids in general. They're pirates, they'll tough it out. Result is about like this:

Bal baby: "Are you having a little sibling too?"

Huma baby: "Yes."

Bal baby: "you see, the stork arrived and droped a diamond under a cabbage leaf and that diamond turned into a baby! Now I'm having a little sibling!"

Huma baby: "...my parents had sex."

You see, Mal is slightly overcompemsating (again) and Ben is avoiding The Talk like the plague; Evie and Jay are having way too much fun to stop it. (Carlos would rather die than explain sex to a child that can repeat his words to its mother, that is, Mal).

I'd also like to state that sex ed among the pirate crews consists largely of Bonny (the medic) throwing a scavenged "safe sex" leaflet at peoples heads and screeching "I'm not paid enough to be a fucking midwife!"

[hannahhook7744]

Are You, Are You, Coming To The Tree?

Summary: Grin and bear it. That was the mantra Harriet kept repeating in her head.  Grin and bear it.  Trigger warnings: Inhumane conditions, swearing, perceived discrimination, drinking, childhood trauma, etc. Merry Christmas @panthera-tigris-venenata .

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It would come as a surprise to absolutely no one that Harriet Hook hated Christmas. 

Christmas on the isle was cold and dreary and it usually snowed horribly or hailed—making it harder to find edible food and durable shelter for those of the isle who had nowhere else to go but the horrid great outdoors. 

Many didn’t survive the long winters. 

And while the isle mourned and fought amongst themselves, Auradon showed cheerful movies about reindeer, talking snowmen, and Santa Claus—movies that were chalked full of things the isle kids would never have like unspoiled eggnog, freshly baked christmas cookies, gingerbeard men, and presents in good condition handed out by smiling parents who loved their children and had the means to give them such things. 

Harriet hated the holiday. 

And she didn’t believe in Santa. 

At least, not the version presented in the cartoons and movies they would show. 

In her mind, it was all bullshit.

The real Santa Claus wasn’t a kind man who rewarded truly good children. No, the real Santa Claus was a holier than thou bastard who only rewarded children who were perceived as good—not accounting for the abused or neglected children who would never be considered good by those around them or for the children who had no choice but to be bad by society’s standards to survive. 

He didn’t care about any abused children in Auradon, if there were any left and he certainly didn’t care for people like Harriet. 

The real Santa Claus hated Isle kids and that was apparent. 

Harriet was almost eleven by the time the Isle’s Santa started distributing presents to every living kid on the isle and fixing up the graves of the dead kids after all. Old enough to know that The Isle Santa wasn’t the real deal. 

She’d had several Christmases of disappointment by then.

Several Christmases of the adults in her life barely being able to scrape by and find enough food to keep her and her siblings alive. Christmases that usually ended up with them all getting drunk till they passed out when they thought she and her siblings couldn’t hear. 

Her and Harry and CJ had all gotten presents, sure, but it wasn’t anything magical like what was shown on TV—no, it was just stuff they needed and if they were lucky, a toy that wasn’t too far damaged when it was donated to the barrage. 

Her dad was always drunk in the days after. Ashamed, angry, and bitter about the fact he couldn’t do more for them. 

By the time the fake Santa started leaving gifts, Harriet was able to tell that the gifts weren’t from a workshop in the North Pole but handmade by someone inexperienced or fished from the barrage and the ocean. 

All it only made the pirate captain hate the holiday more.

Why wouldn’t it? 

Harriet only had bitter memories of the holiday. 

Memories where she knew Santa  and Auradon hated her. 

Harriet hated Christmas. 

But if there was one thing that could make Harriet celebrate it?

It was her crew. 

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“I’m sorry. Did I just hear that right?” Sammy asked, staring at her—and for some reason, he looked a bit nervous. 

“I need your help to make Christmas special for the rest of the crew, the twins, and Owena—the kid Uma’s crew took in.” Harriet gritted out. Eye twitching slightly. 

She didn’t like having to repeat herself. 

Especially not when it came to this situation. 

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one who can keep a secret.”

Sammy snorted and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “that’s what you think” but Harriet didn’t question it because she was nowhere near drunk enough for that conversation. 

“Now. Do you have any ideas or not?”

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“How the hell are we supposed to hide a whole ass tree from the entire crew?” Harriet asked, taking in the tree Sammy had apparently chopped down with her eyes. 

It wasn’t a pine tree. 

Not like the ones on tv anyway. 

Nothing on the Isle was anything like it was on Auradon TV. 

The tree was long, skinny, and battered with sparse, discolored leaves that were just barely hanging on and looked like it had been dying long before Sammy or her was born—which, since it had been growing on the isle, it probably had been. But still, it would be heavy and if it was just going to be the two of them carrying it then it would be hard to sneak it onto the ship without anyone noticing. 

“By carrying it in when everyone is out.” Sammy said blankly, as if it was obvious—shaking a can of green spray paint before he started spraying the tree. “Now. Keep an eye out so we don't get jumped.”

Harriet bristled slightly. “How, exactly? Someone's always on the ship. Nikita, Raymonda, Na’vi, Nova, Henry, and Anais live on the ship, and it's a coin toss on whether your brothers or any of the crew’s siblings and cousins will be on the ship or not. Not to mention our actual crew and don't even get me started on the youngin’s in Harry's crew.”

It felt like the ship was never empty these days. 

“Which is why I called in a favor Homicide, Kai, Ula, and Uziel owe me and got them to agree to distract everyone for a couple of hours starting at exactly 6:00 O’Clock.”

Harriet raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “And why exactly do three of my cousins owe you a favor?”

Sammy let out a long suffering sigh before giving her an unimpressed look. “Do you really want to know or do you want results? I can only give either or. Not both.”

“Just shut up and paint the damn tree.” 

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Grin and bear it.

Grin and bear it.

Grin and bear it.

That's what Harriet had to do. 

Grin and bear it.

Grin and bear it.

Grin and bear it.

GRIN AND BEAR IT. 

‘It was for the kids and for the crew,’ Harriet reminded herself, grunting as she backed up the gangplank with the top half of the tree gripped firmly in her hands. Trying her hardest to keep a decent grip on it knowing that it was likely to break into pieces if the damned thing was dropped—it would be the luck of an isle kid, after all. 

It was for the kids and the crew, and Harriet was not going to quit until the stupid tree was hidden somewhere in the ship and decorated so nicely that all of her friends would weep in delight from the sight. Achy back and creaky neck be damned.

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The tears the crew of the Queen's Fury and the children would be crying would not be tears of joy. 

Of that, Harriet was sure, as she looked at the newly decorated Christmas tree with a barely disguised grimace. 

Sammy had managed to dig up three Christmas bubbles (two of which were broken) and some flickering fairy lights in the barrage but that hadn't been enough to fill the tree. 

So they'd had to take some…. creative…liberties. Like tapping a couple of lanterns to a couple of the branches and breaking into Madam Medusa, Eq, & Cruella’s jewelry boxes for the best earrings the isle had to offer to hook onto the tree next to shiny bottle cups, broken glass bottles, and fish bones. 

They'd thrown one of Harriet's old hats on the top as a tree topper and used a moldy bite ridden rope as garland. 

It looked more like a crime scene than a Christmas Tree and joy was the farthest thing from what the pirate captain felt when she looked at it. 

And Harriet could just tell by the look on Sammy's face that he hated how it looked too, no matter how much he tried to claim otherwise. 

Christmas was going to be a disaster.

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“What are you lot doing here?” Harriet asked with an exhausted stare, too tired to speak above her ‘inside’ voice. 

Homicide (Morgie's eldest son) shrugged, a big red sack draped over his shoulder.

Behind him were Kai (Morgana of the sea’s daughter) and Ula & Uziel (the son and daughter of Uliana), all three with big red sacks of their own as they walked up the gangplank.

“We owed Sammy a few favors.”

The raven haired girl just let out a long suffering sigh, deciding that she just didn't want to know why that was at this point. Harriet wasn't scared to ask, per say (lie), but she figured that this whole thing was likely something she would need deniability on. 

Even if she'd end up stuck dealing with the fall out regardless.

“That doesn't really answer the question but come aboard, I guess.”

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Presents and enough food that they could have a feast. 

That's what Harriet’s cousins had brought on Sammy's behalf.

“You crazy son of a bitch, what do you have on them?” Harriet’s eyes didn't stray from the pile of presents tha nearly filled the storage room they'd hidden the tree and food in. 

Christmas was in the morning. 

Sammy definitely had to be blackmailing them. 

The blonde didn't even deny it, not looking away from the (mostly canned) food he was looking over. “You don't want to know.”

“Sometimes, Sammy, you scare me.”

“Not enough to keep you sober, apparently.”

Harriet snorted. “No one scares me enough to keep me sober.”

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The next day the pirates of the Queen’s Fury and the Lost Revenge came together and feasted on badly made Christmas cookies, crepes, slightly used candy, rum, slightly out of date eggnog, and much more.

They danced, they sang sea shanties, they told stories, and they laughed when the roughhousing broke out. 

Nobody had cared what the tree looked like and Diego had even laughed when he recognized some of the earrings on the tree as his aunt’s. 

It was a good night.

Harriet would even call it a merry one. 

It was the best (and even only, for some of them) Christmas any of them had ever had. 

[purplecherryuwu]

The Black Pearl's crew

Captain- Harriet Hook

First mate- Sammy Smee

Anthony Tremaine

Mad Maddy

Yzla

Ginny Gothel

(In canon she has the kids of her father's old pirate crew on hers but... there's a limit to have many OC's I can make- These are the most important with how much they interact)

Harriet got one of her father's ships after challenging him, and beating him in a duel when she was 16

Whether or not James let her win is unknown to this day

As one of her closest allies Sammy was chosen as her first mate directly

The two worked together to clean up the ship as best they could before they started recruiting others to the crew

Anthony was recruited after he danced with Harriet at Hell hall, he originally had a crush on her and joined the crew to get closer but she rejected him and now he's trapped

Pretends to hate it but he does like being part of the crew, an excuse to get away from his grandmother and all his siblings

Maddy also wanted to get away from her big family, and also wanted to have more to her name then just being a witch

She loves to get on Anthony's nerves about how he's technically not a "Lord" no matter how many times he introduces himself as "Lord Tremaine"

Yzla always felt like she was living in her brothers shadow, like for gods sake he got to escape and managed to get to Auradon, also as any villain her mother was no ideal parent.

And joining Harriet's crew gave her an escape and when sailing out she could catch glimses of Auradon and fantasize what she would do if she ever got there

Ginny would get tired of hearing her mother ranting all day about how her first daughter Cassandra was so much better than her and Molly

She wasn't sent to the island and was now serving at Queen Rapunzel's side in Corona

I have heavy doubts on Gothel's credentials as a teacher but since she is a teacher she was never home much, leaving Molly and Ginny to their own devices

Ginny decided to join when she heard of Harriet forming a crew because

1. Like everyone else it was an escape 2. A part of her wanted to prove that she was capable of something special despite not being "beautiful enough"

After the barrier goes down the crew goes on a ton of different trips, sometimes they take on small jobs from the different kingdoms transporting cargo for them

Their "Homebase" however is in Neverland, Harriet has a mission to finish what her father started one way or another (as of now she just wants to capture Peter Pan and not kill him)

The rest of the crew likes it in Neverland, Anthony tries to get the sewing fairies to make new clothes for him where as the rest are enjoying all the fresh food in Neverland thanks to the fairies

[shellyseashell]

FULL CREW LISTS (DEMON HUNTER AU)

@leftbehindtorot

there are three pirate crews on the isle: the empress, made of the adults originally sentenced to the isle, the sovereign dread, the oldest pirate kids and some younger siblings, and the lost revenge, younger and more magical kids. all are guild aligned.

the empress crew

- elizabeth swann (captain)

- william turner (first mate)

- red jessica marlow (quartermaster)

- tai huang (boatswain)

- jack sparrow (master gunner)

- flynn marlow

- murtogg

- scrum

- callahan talbot

- pintel

- ragetti bennett

- mollie smee (officer)

- misty westbrook

- jake chavarría (officer)

- cubby (cook)

- izzy chavarría (medic)

- quixote cárdenas

- pip westbrook

the sovereign dread crew

- harriet hook (captain)

- sammy smee (first mate)

- charlotte turner (quartermaster)

- anthony tremaine (boatswain)

- henry turner (officer)

- carina smyth barbossa (navigator)

- jade al-jazira

- genevieve gothel (medic)

- murphy kersey (master gunner)

- jasper sparrow

- juliet sparrow

- diego de vil (carpenter)

- gabrielle legume (spy)

- calista jane hook

- amelina tremaine

- finley marlow

- anxelin fitzherbert

- ceallagh talbot

- lalia bennett

- reyes cárdenas

the lost revenge crew

- uma triskelion (captain)

- lachlann hook (first mate)

- gilbert legume (quartermaster)

- bonny marchand (medic)

- tai wei (officer)

- jonas ragna (boatswain)

- gonzo micaela (carpenter)

- ivy de vil (master gunner)

- arlette tremaine

- laz rourke

- charikleia kostas

- yuliana bennett

- erwann westbrook

- desiderio chavarría