6 months have gone by since Harry, Gil, and the core four came to auradon, 5 months since Ben promised to bring more kids over, 3 months since he got "too busy" for meeting with harry about the program. yeah....you and Harry aren't pleased with the...
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Across the Strait of Ursula from Auradon Prep, sat the isle of the lost, where the villains of old, petty thieves and the descendants of legendary beings lived.
And a thin strappy teen pushed through the dock markets, snatching a midsized hat from one of the vendors and tossing it in another merchant's face.
Davy Barbossa, the Son of Hector Barbossa, strut down the street, chewing on the thin toothpick between his teeth, his amber eyes scanning around him as he turned the corner towards Ursula's Chip shop. Jack screeched at a leering merchant as Davy passed him, curling his tail around Davy's neck and chattering to himself.
He gave a nasty grin to the fisher next to the shop's doors and stole the pile of fish in her bucket, ignoring her noise of disagreement as he burst into the chip shop.
Ignoring the sword check he walked towards the main table, handing off the pile of fish to cook. He then shoved Gonzo over, grabbed Jack's hands, and placed him on the table. He ducked under the table and hopped up the other side, clicking on the tv before turning to the crew.
Uma, the daughter of Ursula, walked out from the kitchen and tossed a tray scattered with fries, fish cakes, and seaweed mush in front of Davy. He hummed, dragging the try closer to him and diving in. Uma curled her lip at the tv, bumping up Bonnie's hand, grabbing one of her crab patties and chucking it at the tv. Davy snorted and turned to watch the tv, licking the tartar sauce off his fingers.
"poser" Uma muttered, flicking her hand to rid her fingers of the grease.
"Bitch!" Davy taunted, licking his bottom lip and turning back to his food, perking up as Uma looked around with raised brows.
"Hello?!" just as she finished speaking the crew yelled, all throwing their food at the tv, Davy sniffed, chewing on another fry.
"oooh I can't wait to rip the smiles from their faces" Davy cooed, giving a sharp grin to the crew "am I right?"
Uma rolled her eyes "that little traitor, who left us in the dirt!" the crew ruffled at that, all glaring at the tv.
"and turned her back on evil~" Davy purred, dipping a fish stick in some sauce and popping it in his mouth.
