Chapter 4

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Max's outfit up top

I woke up and saw that Uma was up sharpening her sword.

"You're up early." We both say.

"Its only six in the morning." Uma mumbles. I sit up and get out of bed making it.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" I asked.

"There was this creepy thing outside the window. This person was tapping on the window and I heard it." Uma explained.

I had slept away from the window and Uma slept right beside it. Apparently the loud noise of the town made her feel peaceful. I know. Weird.

"Someone was outside the window?" I murmur. Who would be outside our window so early in the morning?

"We'll figure it out later. But right now we have to go cook some stinkin fish guts for these low life people." Uma says. I nod and go to the shower. The water wasn't warm at all. But it wasn't too cold.

I washed my hair and for once I didn't smell like salt water and blubber. Today was the day I proved that I was worthy enough to be in my cousin's crew. And now that Harry is her first mate of course it's going to be a little harder since he doesn't want me to be in the crew.

I get out and look at myself in the mirror combing my fingers through my hair until I find this thing that looked like a gun but there was no trigger or bullets. It was plugged up.

I shrug and push a button and it blows out hot air. I jump and put it back down with it still blowing.

"What is this?" I whisper. I pick it up and examine it with the air blowing in my hair. I touch the single strands of my hair and they were dry.

It was a hair dryer!

"Whoa!" I look over at my hair again and then I start drying my own hair. This was the coolest thing ever.

After I finish drying my hair I quickly put it into two thick braids and put my mom's pearl earings and then I go change into an outfit that I've had for awhile that my stepmom made me. My mom was married to my dad for awhile but after i was born they had got a divorce.

My dad was arguing with my mom that she was wrong for calling me a mistake and I actually agree. My mom doesnt care for me. No one does.

So then my mom takes over the sea of the isle of the lost and banishes my dad to the a cave but he decided to become a pirate and he remaired to my stepmom Liria. Liria would make me pirate clothes and send them to me. My dad was actually good and so was my stepmom and they had went to live in Auradon. That's why I'm sometimes a softie. I still have some good in me but I've  been trying so hard to push it all away. Being good wasn't going to get me anywhere on this island.

I grab my sword from the barrel and then go downstairs to the smell of fish guts and burned french fries. This place could really use some better food. Maybe if I would introduce fishing to this island the food would be better. But no fish are around this place. All the water was murky.

I walk into the restaraunt and look around. Everyone was looking at me. What was it? There was this dude that was staring at me for awhile and it was weirding me out. What was up with these crazy Isle of the lost kids?

"If you got something to say then say it." I glare at him holding my sword to his neck.

"Okay." Uma dragged me away from the boy and Harry walked in. The creepy dude winked at me. I growled and grabbed my sword from my waist and pointed it at his head. He backed up and i only got closer.

Harry laughed walking over to us and kicking this other dude out his chair and sitting down taking someone elses food. Wow. Just wow.

"'I'm going to tell you this one and only one time mate. If you dont stop eye fucking me I will slice your head off. You got that?"

He quickly nods in fear and I slowly remove my sword slightly cutting his forehead as a warning.

"Who are you anyways?" This girl asks me.  I turn to her slowly.

"Me? I'm your worst nightmare." I say before leaving with Harry behind me. I feel his hook slowly drag across my bare stomach.

"Are you sexually harassing me hook?"

"Maybe."

I grab his hook again and he grabs his sword and points it at my forehead.

"What are you going to do hook? Kill me?"

"Give me my hook and maybe I'll spare your worthless life." he growls pushing the sword closer to my forehead. I laugh crazily and grab the sword and pushed it away from my forehead with the hook still in my hand. I give him back the hook. Well more like throw it at him and he catches it laughing and we both walk to Uma's ship.

"Finally. What took you so long?"She asked.

"She took my hook!"

"He was about to kill me!"

"Hey best friend!" Gil says and I give him a hug and Harry gags rolling his eyes.

"Would you two stop and focus, Training starts in..." Harry takes out his watch and furrows his eyebrows. "Thirteen minutes."

"That clock says that it's seven o clock. Can you not read a clock or something?" I ask crossing my arms.

"Of course not! His dad never taught him because he's afraid of the ticking sound because of the tik tok crock that bit his hand off!" Gil smiles and Harry grabs him and pushes him away.

"Violent much?" I snort.

"Ok let's start training. First thing. fighting." Uma began. Fight? Of course i have to fight. Please let it be Gil or Uma.

"There are six different stages of this training. Each two hours long." Harry grins. I hate how he was enjoying this. He wanted to take me down so badly.

I stole his hook and threatened to steal his spot in the crew. I mean I don't really blame him. But I wasn't about to go down without a fight.

"And what are these six stages?" I ask. Gil pops out of no where and starts talkinng.

"Physical fighting, Swimming, Sneak Attack, Stealing, Navigation, and Sword Fighting."

"I will train with you on Swimming and Sneak Attacks, Gil will train with you on stealing and navigation, and Harry will train with you on physical fighting and sword fighting." Uma says.

What the hell Uma. Was she doing this on purpose?

"Okay. Which is first."

"Swimming and Sneak Attack. Follow me."

I get ready to follow Uma when Harry stops me.

"I hope you're ready. because this isn't going to be easy at all."

"Bet." I say before following her to the sea.

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