Roses and Hooks /// Harry Hook

Chapter 2: Pirate Crew

The Isle

On the Isle, far out in the ocean away from Auradon, a boy is walking through the streets, people running to get out of his way. His tattered red captains coat swaying out behind him, a gleam of insanity in his eye as he grins at the fear he can cause. A vendor ducks behind his stall as the boy stops and looks at the trinkets on the table, hook in his hand. He picks up a necklace with a silver anchor on it and grins at the man.

"This is mine now." The man just nods his head, and the boy takes off again. This boy is Harry Hook, son of the famous and ruthless Captain Hook. The boy is just as crazy as his father, if not more, and he loves to cause a good bit of mayhem. Not only is he known for cutting people with his hook when they set him off, he's also well known for being First Mate in his pirate crew.

Harry comes swaying down the docks, looking at all the ships swaying with the waves. He'd give anything to sail the seas his father has told him so much about. He wants to explore the world and hunt down treasure, maybe even fight off a curse or two. Soon, a restaurant named Fish 'n Chips comes into view, and he walks inside. This is the hang out spot for his crew as his Captain works here. You could always find either of them inside the shop if needed, though most tend to do anything to never ever need them.

A girl with a captain's hat comes out of the back, a try of slightly slimy fish in her hands. Her sea blue dreadlock braided hair sways with every motion the girl does. Her dark skin matches well with her ripped and tattered sea blue and gold pirate dress. Her heeled boots stomping around the room. This is Harry's Captain, Uma the daughter of Ursula, and the biggest name on the Isle now that Mal's gone.

Sitting at the bar, swallowing eggs whole, is the third and final part to the trio of misfits, Gil the son of Gaston. He may have inherited his father's rather large muscles, but he didn't get any of the smarts. Gil is very oblivious to most the things around him, but he's always smiling and trying to cheer his friends up even when they tease him about not being bright.

Uma flicks on the TV, one of the very few on the Isle, and sneers at the face that pops up. There stands a blonde Mal getting hammered with questions by reporters. Beside her stands Princess Rose, eyeing the reporters with distaste. Uma personally didn't have a problem with the princess, due to seeing her many fights and schemes unfolding on camera. In fact, Uma rather respects the ill-tempered girl who fights like she comes from the Isle.

Harry looks at the TV and stumbles a little while trying to get onto his bar stool. He won't admit it to anyone, though it's painfully obvious to Uma and even Gil, that he has a crush on Rose. The way she snaps at everyone and won't let anyone push her around intrigues him. He's seen her fight, and he likes the way she can hold her own even when her 5'1 height puts her at a big disadvantage. Every time she's on the TV, he can see she has her own gleam of madness in her eyes, and it draws him to her. He wants to get to know the princess who acts more like a villain kid than the actual villain kids.

Then Rose snaps at the reporters, defending Mal and threatening them all in one go. Harry smirks as Uma bursts out laughing at the scene. Gil just eats his eggs, completely unaware of what his friends are doing. Then Mal speaks, and like that, all jokes and fun die out.

"Poser!" Uma screams at the TV, taking a piece of food off someone's plate and throwing it at the TV hitting Mal. Oh, how they wish they could hit her for real.

"Traitor!" Harry shouts out, loyal as always to his Captain. They turn to look at everyone in the shop staring at them, not knowing what to do or if they should do anything at all.

"Hello?!" Uma shouts at them, wondering why no one seemed to be getting with the program of trash talking the enemy. Everyone immediately starts throwing food and yelling at the TV, hoping to satisfy the miniature sea witch's anger. Harry jumps off his stool and walks up to the TV, a sway of madness in his steps. He swipes his finger through the food on the screen and looks to be inspecting it, though it's the same food it has always been.