The Dreaded Day

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"Hey brat, wake up!"

Someone slapped me, hard, across the face. I cried out in pain, and my eyes flew open. Looking around frantically, I saw that I was in an unfamiliar place. It seemed to be a ship of some sort. Pirates surrounded me, doing various jobs around the place, and I caught glimpses of the vast blue ocean stretching out around the vessel.

Looking down, I gasped as I realized that I was tied around the arms and legs to a giant wooden pole. The ropes were extremely tight, digging into my skin, and my head throbbed painfully, threatening to make me pass out again. I had to bite back the urge to whimper in pain. As I stared ahead, my eyes fell on the person who had slapped me.

"Uma?" I asked in confusion. What was I doing on her ship? I couldn't remember what had happened.

"Finally, Sleeping Beauty awakes," smirked Uma. "Have a nice sleep?"

"Apparently not," I snapped. "What the hell am I doing here?"

She raised an eyebrow. "How could you not remember?"

My aching head nearly drowned out her voice. Geez, did I have a concussion or something? I must have bumped my head pretty hard-

Then, it hit me. Everything came flooding back. The long night spent with Harry. The VKs attacking him. Uma capturing me and telling Harry it was my fault. Harry's hurt and furious face, looking at me with hatred.

Sadness engulfed me like a wave. Harry and I had had something special, I felt it last night. I had to get him back before it was too late! Struggling against the ropes digging into my skin, I glared at Uma furiously.

"Get me out of these ropes! I need to talk to Harry!"

She laughed. "Well, that I can't do. Wouldn't want you trying to escape. Or even worse, trying to kill my first mate again."

My blood boiled. That's all she thought of him. Her first mate. He wasn't just some pirate, he was Harry Hook!

"Uma, that wasn't my fault and you know it! Untie me! Harry will be really mad when he sees how you've been treating me!"

Uma smirked. "You're kidding, right? He's the one who tied you up, not me."

I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. My world was falling apart. Harry had been my only source of comfort, and now he wanted to kill me? He really doesn't love me.

The realization made tears start running down my face, for about the fifteenth time in 24 hours. Uma laughed her maniacal little laugh that I was starting to get extremely sick of.

"Shocker. Harry doesn't love a spoiled little Auardon brat who tried to kill him. I thought you two would last forever!" Uma cackled sarcastically.

I didn't even try to respond this time. My heart was breaking. I needed Harry more than ever now, but he wasn't coming back.

Uma leaned in closer to me. "Oh, and by the way, you die today at noon," she remarked causally. "I was gonna give your friends until noon to bring me the wand, but now I see they have no intention of doing that. So, you'll walk the plank today at noon, along with Ben." She laughed again, yanked my hair painfully, and strutted away.

I had completely forgotten about Ben, the reason we even came here in the first place. How wonderful. Not only did we fail in our quest, but now I was going to die. My heart ached to be back in the streets of the Isle with Harry. If Uma had never showed up, we would probably be somewhere safe by now. But all hopes of that had gone.

I hung my head in despair. Mal wasn't going to make any attempt to save me now, Auardon would fall under the control of Uma, and Harry would never know how much I loved him. With all hope completely gone, all I could do was stand there and wait for death.

(Time pass)

A while later, I was woken from a troubled sleep to something pointy and cold poking into my back. Opening my eyes, I saw Harry leaning against the pole I was tied to, poking me with his hook.

"Harry..." I whispered. I wasn't even going to try and convince him that I loved him anymore. He hated me, he wanted me to die, and that was that.

"Hey princess. Guess what?" he asked, getting up in my face. He took a watch out of his pocket and dangled it in front of me. "Eleven thirty. Let's get goin'."

Without waiting for me to reply, he walked behind the pole and used his sword to cut the ropes around my arms and legs. He left my wrists tied behind my back. Shoving me forward, he laughed as I winced in pain. "Aw, does that hurt, darlin'? Good!"

I'd had enough. He couldn't keep acting like this. Not after what we'd been through. "Harry, why are you acting so cruel?" I asked. "You know how you feel! You can't let Uma control you like that! Remember last night? Remember all that you told me? Remember all I told you? That was us, Harry! And it was real. Don't give up on me just because some evil brat thinks you should!"

Harry shoved me again. "Stop", he growled, all sarcasm gone. "I'm done playing your games. Come on, let's go meet Ben and have some fun, shall we?"

I wasn't giving up. I could tell he wasn't really saying what he thought. "Harry, I never told you this because I thought it was too soon, since I had just met you. But now, I have to tell you. Harry, I- I love you. I love you so much! And I know you had feelings for me too, last night!"

Harry hesitated. For a split second, the Harry I had grown to know and love came back, looking at me sadly, with love in his heart that he could never admit. But then, I heard Uma yell at him from the plank.

"Harry, let's go! Time for the prisoners to walk the plank! Don't let me down!"

He turned back to me, his angry, sarcastic self coming back. "Well, let's get on with it then," he said gruffly, grabbing my sore wrists and dragging me toward the plank.

"Harry!" I cried, desperate for one final chance to get him back. "Please! You don't have to do this! Don't you love me?"

He grabbed my arm, so hard I thought he had permanently bruised me. "Shut up," he growled through gritted teeth. "Not another word. I have to do this, or I'm dead. You betrayed me, I'm not gonna have you getting me killed, too! If you speak one more time, I don't care what anyone thinks, you're getting hooked!" He held up his hook threateningly. "I mean it."

We were almost at the plank now. Harry kicked me so that I fell forward onto the ground in front of the plank. He grabbed me again, shoving me forward onto the plank. I stepped up, trembling, and tears pouring down my face. I knew the real Harry hated to do this. He didn't want to see me dead. He knew I hadn't really betrayed me last night. But fear of getting killed himself stopped him from saying how he really felt.

Uma pushed Harry out of the way, making him cringe. "I'll do the honors," she declared. "Let's get rid of this piece of trash. Then the king goes!"

The pirates cheered maniacally as I was pushed closer to the edge. I scanned the crowd for Harry, hoping to meet his gaze one final time. But he wasn't even looking at me. He was looking away.

I will never forgive Mal for this, I thought bitterly. She was the reason this was even happening. But it didn't matter. I couldn't hold a grudge if I was dead.

I gasped in terror as I realized I was at the edge of the plank now. The churning, blue ocean swirled below me, ready to carry me to my death. I shuddered. I didn't want to die. I couldn't die. All I had wanted to do when I came on this trip was explore my origins, not get killed by pirates!

I might not ever get to see Harry again, but at least he can know exactly how I feel, I thought. It was crazy, but I was about to die, anyway. So I raised my head to the sky, stared directly at Harry, and screamed at the top of my lungs, "I LOVE YOU, HARRY!"

My words echoed around the silent ship as I closed my eyes, took the last deep breath of my life, and waited for the end to come.

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