The Pirate of Spades {a Harry Hook love story} **DISCONTINUED**

Chapter 5

"I'm back," Mal said in a sing song voice, as she walked into Ursula's Fish and Chips. She glanced around the room and narrowed her eyes when they stopped on Spade. She was wrapped under the arm of Harry Hook, and she had been laughing at something Gil had said, before Mal stormed in. "Well, if it isn't the little traitor." She said hoping to get some of Uma's crew riled up. It worked.
"Don't you dare say that about me. They were the ones who kicked me out!" Spade yelled at the purple haired girl. She was about to walk over to her, when Harry pulled her back. He wanted to let Spade knock some sense into Mal, but he knew she probably wouldn't be able too. She was all bark and no bite.
"If I had my way, I'd have my mother chop your head clean off!" Spade yelled channeling her inner Queen of Hearts, trying to pull herself out of Harry's grip to no avail. Mal looked confused for a minute.
"Oh you don't know," she said with a smirk. She looked like she was about to continue, but Uma interrupted her, leaving Spade to stop fighting Harry, confused.
"Loser party of one, right this way." Uma said with a smirk gesturing to a table. Spade was a little scared of what Mal said, and wrapped her arms around Harry's middle. He sensed her distress, and pulled her closer.
Harry has always had a thing for Spade, but he was to stubborn to tell her. Spade was just confused.
Uma and Mal sat down. Apparently while Spade wasn't paying attention, they had agreed to arm wrestle for Ben's freedom. It looked like Mal was winning, but then Uma said something quietly to her and she lost her concentration, losing. Uma cackled evilly.
"Bring the wand to my ship by noon tomorrow." She said before Mal turned and stormed out.
"What did she mean?" Spade asked Harry, pulling away after Mal left. Harry looked a little uncomfortable. He sighed.
"Spade...I don't think I'm the one to tell you this." Spade frowned.
"Then who is?" She asked. Harry looked at Uma, who had been listening into the conversion. She nodded at him.
"I think you need to go home. Talk to your dad."