Hooks and Poison Apples

Enemy Territory

She was going to kill him.

Maybe she would do it the classic way. She could follow mother's footsteps and end him with a beautifully polished red apple. Or maybe she could take a page out of Mal's mum's book and send him into an eternal sleep with the prick of a spinning wheel? Trap him in an hourglass filled with sand? Turn him into a llama? Oh, there was so may classics to choose from!

Or perhaps she could go with something a little less traditional. A nice new pair of cement boots and a source of deep water would do the trick.

Evie pondered all the delightful ways she could achieve her revenge as she crept along the docks, subtly moving behind the rows of wooden barrels and posts to stay undetected. Ahead of her, bobbing in the water, was her target. A rather unimpressive mini pirate ship, sporting a black flag with a skull with a pirate hat on and tentacles instead of crossbones underneath, between the skull's teeth it held the blade of a sword.

This was Uma's ship, the daughter of Ursula. If Evie's sources were correct, that was. And they usually were, for if they were wrong then they got a nice delivery of poisoned treats to their door, so they knew better than to mislead her, even accidentally.

"If you think you can steal from me, the Evil Queen's daughter, then you have another thing coming pirate boy."

Getting onto the ship would be the hard part. Once on, she would find her tiara, which was most likely hidden in Harry's room or the ship's treasure room. Since it was such a small ship it shouldn't be too hard to find. Well, she hoped not anyway.

Now how to get on?

Over on the other harbour, she noticed some of Uma's crew loading barrels and carts onto the ship. She smiled. Those barrels looked just the right size for someone like her.

And that was how she found herself inside the belly of the whale, Uma and her crew's pirate ship.

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Granted, it wasn't her most graceful or elegant entrance, but sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do. Even if that meant cramming yourself into a teeny barrel and allowing some grisly pirate to toss you carelessly into the cargo hold. When she was sure it was safe, Evie shoved off the lid of her barrel and escaped from it. As she stood up her muscles ached in protest at having been jammed into such a tight space for so long.

Harry, I will get you back for putting me through all this, make no mistake about that!

No one crossed her and got away with it!

She crept her way out of the cargo hold and began searching the ship, every so often having to hide in storage spaces or behind barrels to escape detection by patrolling pirates. Carefully, she would check each room she went by that wasn't lock. When she was just about to give up she found the room she was looking for.

Harry's room. And oh bless her luck, it was unlocked.

She slipped in and closed the door behind her, before turning to take in her villain's lair.

What a mess.

Evie wondered into the cabin, wrinkling her nose at all the clothes, coins, rubbish, nets and shiny sea junk lying around the place.

There was no bed, only a large hammock filled to the brim with exotic looking pillows and colourful blankets. There was a ridiculously massive walk in closet, open to reveal so many clothes than the amount almost rivalled her own wardrobe back home. All the clothes looked like they had been simply chucked or stuffed in, there was no neatness to be seen. Dangling from the doors were a variety of different belts, hats and trinkets. Over by the stained glass windows, there was a round table surrounded by three chairs, mugs, a chess board, maps, sweetie wrappers and coins cluttering it.