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FLAXEN LOOKED around at his surroundings, slightly chuckling to himself as he saw his sister walking around the deck, angrily muttering things under her breath.

Ben was standing in front of him, not by choice, as he was strapped to the thick metal pole, tied up by rope. He stared ahead at the boy, contemplating if speaking was an ideal thing to do in his prisoner situation.

"You know, she completely shunned herself from the world when you..." The king spoke, referring to his 'passing'

"She wasn't herself until the VKs came along and brought her sparkle back." His face was now sunken as he remembered Mal and how she was no longer with him.

Flaxen looked at him sceptically, wondering where he was going with this. Was he trying to make him feel bad? He was forcefully taken away, which destroyed him and Sol, but it wasn't his fault.

"So as much as you may hate them and us... they saved her." 

Flaxen took a deep breath, trying to console the anger that was rising in him, hair threatening to light up as it always seemed to do with strong emotions.

"Yeah, well, I could've saved her myself", he grumbled, looking over at Sol, who was leaning against a rotten railing, hair blowing in the slight breeze.

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Sol wasn't allowed wherever Ben was, but she noticed no one seemed to be occupying him, so taking her chances, she ran over to him, making sure she tiptoed as the chunky boots across the wood would've been a dead giveaway.

"Are you okay?" she breathed out, encasing him in a bear hug, which the boy could not do back due to the ropes that restricted his movement.

Noticing that even his hands were tied up, her face turned into a scowl, and she spun around, pointing back at Ben.

"Untie him, now" She growled.

"That's a no-can-do, princess", Harry spoke, smirking at the girl, whose eyes shot daggers towards him.

It was now Hook's turn to be angry as he looked down at her hand, only to see it clasped with Ben's.

Jealousy fled throughout his stomach, which now bubbled with rage, a dangerous combination.

"Say another word, and I swear to god, Hook, I will do more than hit you over the head with a meta-" She growled through gritted teeth, her sentence being interrupted when a hand pulled her away, forcing her to sit down.