Descendants 2: A Continuing Love Story

Wrestling with Negotiations

While Harry and Gil kept guard over their prisoners, Uma was left to serve the impoverished fishing community. Work was as mundane as any other day, and Uma couldn't wait to get out of here to seek her revenge. With an annoyed scowl, Uma threw a metal tray filled with food down on a table.

"Hey! I wanted the fried clams," the older wrinkled woman demanded.

Uma spun around and slammed her hand on the table. "And I wanted a sea pony," she heatedly retorted. "Life ain't fair!"

The woman shrunk away from the angry pirate and chose to pick at her food instead of arguing further. Even if she wanted to risk her life, Mal walking in didn't give her much of a chance.

A smug air encompassed the young sorceress as she tauntingly sang, "I'm back."

"Loser, party of one. Right this way, please," Uma snidely remarked before pushing a chair towards Mal. On instinct, she caught the chair, but her face told everyone she wasn't expecting it, which made Uma smirk. Recovering, Mal spun the chair around and sat, leaning on the back of the chair.

She took a whiff of the air and deadpanned, "Place still stinks."

"Oh, I'm sorry. We're down a butler today... princess."

Ignoring Uma's jab, Mal demanded, "Where are they?"

A wicked grin adorned Uma's face. "You know, I've dreamed of this. You wanting something from me, and me watching you squirm like a worm on a hook."

"I'm so flattered that you dream of me. I haven't given you a thought since I left."

Uma angrily scoffed. "Obviously. You have your perfect, little life, don't you? Doesn't she have the perfect, little life?" She asked her crew, and they immediately agreed. "And we're 20 years into a garbage strike."

"Listen, if you have some kind of score to settle with me, game on," Mal challenged. "I see no need to bring Ben and Erin into this."

"It may be a little unnecessary- for your boo, anyway- but, oh, it is so much fun. As for the redhead, not everything is about you, despite what you think. Here's the deal."

"Just like your mother- always a catch."

Uma chuckled humorlessly before plopping down at the table and preparing for an arm wrestle. "If you win... Ben is free to go."

"And Erin?"

"Don't push it."

Mal scoffed. "I'm not leaving without both Ben and Erin."

"We'll see."

Taking an inward sigh, Mal scowled and raised her own hand. "Don't you want to know what I get if I win?" Uma asked, feigning innocence.

"Still dreaming," Mal deadpanned. They grabbed each other's hands, ready to start.

"Last time I checked, your mother thought she had things all sewn up, too, huh? How'd that work out for her again?" Uma jabbed.

While that struck a chord, Mal forced herself to skate around it. "On three. One."

"Two."

"Three," they said together before starting their test of strength. They were pretty evenly matched, but neither was fully focused on winning at the moment. They were trying to outwit one another.

"You know, that whole princess act? Ugh. Never bought it for a second," Uma started. "You can stick a tiara on a villain, but you're still a villain."

"And you can slap a pirate hat on, but you're still Shrimpy," Mal retorted, making Uma's resolve falter. Mal smirked, her eyes glowing bright green as she slowly started to overpower the smaller girl. Uma's muscles strained and she grunted. All seemed lost.

Just as her hand was about to tap the table, Uma growled, "If I win... you bring me the wand."

The glow in Mal's eyes diminished as she gasped in shock. Taking advantage of the distraction, Uma pinned Mal's hand to the table. The restaurant erupted into applause, and Uma basked in the attention.

Mal was still reeling from her loss when Uma leered down at her. "Now... if you want beasty boy back, bring me Fairy Godmother's wand to my ship tomorrow at 12 noon... sharp. Oh, and if you blab... you can kiss your baby and Jay's baby goodbye."

"You want the wand, I get Erin too," Mal argued.

Uma let out a humorless laugh. "You're in no position to make demands. I'd get going."

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Hello, my guppies! 

Sorry about the short chapter. This felt like a good place to stop.

I hope you like it!

Love,

KK