𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 | ✔

chapter seven

We walked towards the dock hand in hand after spending the early afternoon together. He showed me around the Isle of the Lost the best that he could.

When we make it back to the ship, the wave of anxiety washes over me when I see a fierce blue haired woman.

"Harry! Where is the princess?" Her voice breaks through. Her dark skin compliments her bright blue jacket and seaweed strings.

Before I could say anything, Harry grabs my wrists together and forces me to walk at the pace he's at. "Harry, what're you-"

"Just follow my lead, Flower." He whispers, but the strong woman in front of us makes it hard to believe that I'm coming out of this alive. "Uma! Lovely to see you!"

The blue haired woman, Uma, folds her arms. "How did she escape, Hook?"

Harry tries to come up with an answer as more of their pirate crew appears from the corners of the ship. Laughter and cries of exclaimoration fill the air as one of them says, "Uma! We got the King!"

The King? Oh biscuits...

At that exact moment, Ben comes into view in the same position I was trapped in.

"Ben?" I call out his name, and when we make eye contact, the pit in my stomach explodes with realization.

"Rosemary! It's a trap!"

I turn my head enough to face Harry, "What's going on, Harry?" I cry. "What have you done?"

Uma points her sword under my chin. "Silly little princess!" She calls out. "It's always been about the crown."

Harry releases me with a toss as I land on my hands and knees, vulnerability on display in front of everyone. Ben and I make eye contact as they tie his hands with rope.

"What do you want, Uma?" Ben demands as they shove him onto a wooden board on the side of the ship.

Uma grins and chuckles. "Silly king. I want the wand! Those VKs you're obsessed with will come running to save you and your precious princess, and will have no choice but to hand over the wand!"

"Time's running out!" Harry sing songs.

"UMA!" Another female voice breaks through the air, and I see what looks like Mal and her friends running onto the dock.

Mal and six others, one I see being Ophelia, run through the foggy air close enough to the ship. "Let them go!" Mal cries out.

"Hand us the wand or-" Harry yanks my head up by the back of my head. "Or your princess walks the plank!"

The back of my head stings as he pulls my hair and throws me back in the little room from this morning. How much more of this? This back and forth and uncertainty of what's true and what's not?

"You either hand over the wand or he'll be ripped apart!" Uma yells out among the sound of metal hitting metal and shouting.

The door swings open as Ophelia and Carlos stand side by side. "Thank the gods, Rose!" She cries, holding me in her arms tightly. "Are you alright?"

Telling her yes seems like a lie...but what am I supposed to say?

Carlos helps me to my feet as he yells, "Run, Rosemary!"

As I run and dodge in between sword fights, Ophelia takes my hand to help guide me to a little tunnel hole in the wall.

"Flower!" Harry's voice cries out from the distance.

I turn around to find him in the middle of a sword fight with Jay, his fake hook missing. Blood trickles from his cheek and sweat painted on his forehead.

Tears form in my eyes. I can't form a proper thought to figure out something to say back...nothing comes out. Instead, I just follow Ophelia through the tunnel to the sound of my name echoing behind.