Where My Heart Belongs

3

Uma

"Harry! Where are you?"

I'm so frustrated, even the creeking sound of the old, worn out wood on The Lost Revenge irks me. How could someone be so selfish? I though she moved past that!

"Harry get your ass out here now! Wherever you are.." I yell.

Right now, Harry is the only person that won't get on my nerves, and the only one who can handle my anger.

If he's not here, then he's probably at my mom's shop.

I walk through the dark alley that connects the ship back to the center of the Isle. No one ever hangs around in this alley unless they want to get jumped or lose a hand, only my crew is allowed in here.

I bet Mal would be pissed to know alleys like this aren't on that stupid list. That list she could've made on her own-

"Hey!"

I felt a pair of cold hands land slightly below my waist, attempting to find the pockets on my pants. Sucks for them, I don't have anything on me.

Maybe this is Harry? Maybe he's trying to scare me? I can't figure out why he doesn't have his hook on.

"Harry, is that you?" I ask more annoyed by the second that this joke hasn't ended.

"If you want it to be." The voice whispered, continuing to move their hands freely around my waist.

Ok, not Harry. I should've known.

I quickly jab my elbow into his stomache, then swiftly grab his arm and twist it into an arm lock.

"Ow! Ok ok you can let me go I get it!" The man groaned.

"Who the fuck are you?" I growl, ignoring his plead.

"Aron! My name is Aron! Dang I just wanted your stupid wallet."

"Touch me one more time freebooter and the only thing you'll want is your stupid life." I kick him in the gut and quickly walk away.

Don't worry, I didn't kick him too hard.

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Yelling, glass clinking, odd smells filling the air.

Ah yes, the nostalgia of my mom's restaurant. The only thing that changed is-

The name?

"Where's Harry?!" I burst through the squeeky doors and kick a lone chair out my path.

Suddenly the room gets quiet and all eyes land on me. Why is everyone staring at me?

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I say staring at a small group in the distance.

That was stupid, I could've came up with something better.

I scan the room to find no hook, or a torn up red and black outfit but instead I find a lot brown squares.

"Aye! Why are there so many boxes in here?" I ask the unfamiliar waitress at the counter.

"What's it to ya?" She snarled.

I cock my head and furrow my eyebrows before responding.

"What's my name?"

"What-" The waitress started until her face lit up with fear and was painted with realization.

"Oh! Um, Sorry Uma." The waitress curtsies, "Did you not see the sign? The boxes are the inventory for the new restaurant."

"A new restaurant? But ho-"