Helena woke up the next day, feeling strong arms wrapped around her middle and her back pressed against a solid chest. Knowing that it was too muscular to be Carlos, Helena turned around to find Harry next to her. It was then that the memories of yesterday's events came back to her.
"Are you staring at me?" Harry asked, his voice groggy from sleep.
"Get over yourself, Hook," Helena replied, sitting up in the bed. She let out a sigh as she ran her fingers through her hair. "What am I going to do now? I can't just go back to how I was before, I'm not exactly too popular around here anymore."
"I can talk to Uma for you," Harry suggested, crossing his arms behind his head.
"She did offer me a spot on her crew. I would up in the ranks with you, her, and Gil. I don't know if the offer's still available though," Helena replied.
"Only one way to find out."
Helena reached over and threw a pillow at Harry's face. "So stop staring and get up."
The pirate let out a laugh as the two got ready for the day ahead, changing out of their pajamas and into their regular clothes.
"Hey, I remember this," Helena exclaimed, finding her old jacket slung over a chair in the room. The cracked leather look along with studs, shoulder spikes, grommets, strap detailing, military buttons with her logo with a skull and a crown atop its head. She remembered the day she and Harry found and designed the jacket, creating something that had a pirate look but with death and destruction.
Helena took off the old jacket that Evie designed and put on the one she made with Harry. She walked over to the cracked mirror and inspected herself. "So how does it look?"
Harry shook his head, "I'm not giving your ego a boost."
Helena smiled, knowing that it was just his way of saying that he liked it. It was similar to his jacket but her own style on it.
"Do you plan on staring at yourself all day?" Harry asked from the door, holding it open as he waited on her.
"Shut up, Hook," Helena replied, walking out of the room with Harry behind her.
Walking onto the deck, the pair looked around at the damage from the battle yesterday. Colors from the smoke bombs were splattered all over the ship, and swords were littered all over the ground. Pirates were either cleaning the ship or tending to their injuries.
"Wow, I didn't know it was this bad," Helena commented as they walked toward the front of the ship. "How is everyone?"
"A few loses here and there, but nothing we can't recover from."
The pair walked into Ursula's Fish and Chips to see Uma and gather sitting at the main table. Uma looked up hearing the doors open, letting out a dry laugh when she saw her first mate with the daughter of Hades, "Should have known that's where you were."
"Wow, what a warm welcome," Helena replied.
"So what are we going to do now?" Gil asked tentatively.
"Well, we were supposed to be getting out of here but we don't have the wand," Uma growled angrily.
"Yeah, but didn't you say you wanted-"
"Gil, stop talking," Uma barked, said boy closing his mouth instantly. It was clear that the son of Gatson was about to say something he shouldn't once again, but what it was Harry and Helena had no idea.
"Well, the only thing that anyone can do right now is regroup and rest. Let's face it, the crew took a hard hit and there's no way they're going to be bouncing back from that sometime soon," Helena intervened.
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 Burning Point | Descendants 2Fanfiction
[Cover by @hidevway] ❝Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say - the pain of being truly alive.❞ -Joseph Campbell [Book 2; Full...