The Queen and Her King

Reunited

Third Person

Brielle took a deep breath and put the sword safely into its sheath once again and slowly walked towards Harry, not paying any attention to her friends calling for her to come back. In this moment, all she could focus on was Harry and getting him back to being himself and to snap him out of his cold Isle demeanor,

"Har?"

She softly spoke. Harry didn't even turn his head to speak to her,

"What?"

He muttered as his only thought right now was revenge. Brielle walked up to the plank and stepped on it, walking up to him very slowly. She took some shaky breaths and could hear the roaring of the waves underneath her as she walked but she couldn't let Harry do something he'd regret, even though it was very dangerous for her to be doing this. All she had to do was make sure she didn't look down into the crashing waves and lose her balance,

"You don't want to do that, you don't want to kill him Har"

Harry realized the plank had shifted and glanced behind him right as Brielle gently put her hands on his shoulders,

"You just want him to understand, to know what he's done. I think he gets it, you're not a murderer Har"

Harry felt himself coming back to earth, but merely looking at his father made him angry. He gritted his teeth and kept his aim up. Brielle slowly ran one hand down his arm holding his sword,

"Come back to me Har, I know this isn't who you are. If the roles were switched he would've killed you by now, and I know in the depths of my heart that you are nothing like this sad excuse of a man. You're gentle, compassionate, protective, loving, caring, strong, brave, I could go for hours. All this man is is a coward, a man like you does not have to waste any more of his time on a coward"

Harry began melting at Brielle's words, looking back to her as the wind picked up some, creating for quite the dramatic effect as the two of them stood on the plank, the waves roaring underneath. Captain Hook looked on in shock as Harry lowered his sword, for his son was not one to show mercy like that and yet all it took was Brielle's words. Brielle smiled at him and rubbed his arm,

"Let's go, shall we go find you a nice warm bundle of blankets to wrap you in?"

Harry finally smiled some, his father standing in absolute shock. In that moment Captain Hook came to his senses some, Harry loved Brielle and Brielle loved Harry, and there was nothing he could do to get in the way for they would always come back together somehow. Harry carefully put an arm around Brielle's waist and led her off the plank first as he realized she was taking quite the risk by joining him on the plank.

Harry stepped off after her and grabbed Brielle's hand to make a run for it before the crew re-emerged when Brielle pulled against him, walking back over to Captain Hook as he stumbled off the plank shaking like a leaf as Tick-Tock snapped his jaws a few times. Captain Hook looked at Brielle with a confused face as she came up to him so nonchalantly,

"This is for your wife"

Suddenly Brielle raised her fist and landed a powerful punch right in the middle of Captain Hook's face, sending him tumbling back and tripping over a crate. He held his face and groaned,

"If she were here she would've done this same goddamn thing"

Brielle said with a growl before turning around and running to the group. She grabbed Harry's hand and began running off the ship, all while Harry was wide-eyed at her guts to punch his father, he even thought it was a little hot.
Well, more than a little. A lotta.