"I'm bored..! I've been sitting here for like 2 years. Can I go now?" I ask, feeling utterly fed up.
"30 minutes," Uma says. Confused, I give a simple "what?"
"You've been sitting here for 30 minutes, girl! And now shut up! God!" she practically screams at me.
"Jeez, sorry," I mutter, annoyed.
Some time passes, and I notice Harry is nowhere to be found. Where the hell did he go? I have no clue how long he's been gone, but it seems like we'll never find out.
Eventually, he returns with another boy... wait... Is that the King?? What's he doing here? Being tied up on a mast is such a humiliating experience. I'm nothing like the King. I don't belong here, restrained on the mast!
I observe Uma and some other pirates heading off, probably to Ursula's shop.
"Hey Harry!" I almost shout. He comes over and squats down.
"Yes, princess?" he asks, his usual weird self.
"Why the hell is the King here, and why am I still tied up? Am I going to be stuck here all day and night now? This sucks," I vent, possibly talking too much. But right now, I couldn't care less!
He leans in close, locking eyes with me. My heart rate skyrockets. His pale blue eyes are so... okay, okay, enough.
"He's here so I can hook him later!" he declares. "We'll see where you're going to stay. Ask Uma, princess," he adds, clearly annoyed.
I notice the King staring at me like some kind of weirdo. I can tell he'd be out of his depth here. Or he'll be dead once Harry gets to him. I'm oddly excited about it!
"What?" I ask the King.
"Uhh.. I'm Ben. Who are you?" he replies.
(There's going to be some dialogue now)
Y/n: "None of your business, Ben. Weird name, by the way."
Ben: "You guys are meaner than I thought. Just tell me your name. I could help you."
Y/n: "You're on the Isle, duh. No one is nice here. If you're trying to make friends, like you are right now, it probably won't end well for you. You can thank your lucky stars I'm tied up."
Ben: "You've never been in love?"
Y/n: "Nope.. I guess. It's complicated being in love with someone on the Isle."
Ben: "Why?"
Y/n: "Because it is, alright??! Stop asking questions like that and shut your mouth!"
I notice Ben flinch as I raise my voice. I sigh and turn to look at Harry. He's undeniably handsome, but we're on the Isle, and love isn't an option. Love makes you weak, and I can feel it, whether I want to or not.
