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      “ what’s the plan fer today, cap’n? ” harry asked as he joined his captain on deck. the days since arriving in auradon had been peaceful and quite which was irritating. it was creating an itch under the pirate’s skin that was driving him insane --- more than usual. a dangerous state for him to be in considering he wasn’t used to showing the restraint that auradon demanded of him.

“because I like et that way,” he stated cryptically, moving towards the back with the older male. his captain knew his value and how to best use his particular skill set. that was all that mattered to him. “aye,” he agreed grinning as he began to pick out a few. he grabbed a handful of red ones but there were other colors sticking out of his bundle of sparklers. “how much fer all of this?” despite being a known thief, he knew better than to steal from this man.

“What does that have to do with et?” Age had never been a big factor in his past relationships on the Isle if they could be called that but he had rarely desired older women or men for more than some manipulative flirting. “Harry... Hook.” He finally answered, seeing no reason to keep his lineage a secret.

“Aye, I am quite cute.” While Harry hardly considered himself a kid, or a teenager as she had called him, he was a huge flirt. “Why should I tell ya if ye already seem so sure?” He countered with a wide smirk. Getting a straight answer from the son of Hook was the same as pulling teeth.

“aye, ‘m not often trusted with adult t’ings.” which had nothing to do with his youth and everything to do with his instability. “t’at might be fun tae torture that devil kid with but ‘m not in the market fer t’at. saw some auradon pests holdin’ sticks that ah --- sparkled at the end.” they looked easy enough for even gil to use and safe enough that uma would approve of them messing around with them on the ship. “do ye got those?”

“Aye --- I suppose if yer bein’ technical.” Harry barely considered himself a student on the Isle and they expected him to be a terrible student there. In Auradon, they actually had expectations. “Harry, Harry Hook,” he introduced himself with a wide smirk.

    “so, what ye got fer a bored pirate tae play with?” the male asked as he entered the fireworks shop. an interesting venture for one of the biggest bads on the isle in harry’s opinion. “somethin’ small,” he added as his eyes darted around the place. the boy clearly showed no concern for being so forward with chernabog himself but that had more to do with his lack of reasoning than a lack of respect. no, harry always respected a good villain.

     “ye can bark orders all ye want, sis. ‘m not apart of yer crew and yer not uma.” oh, he knew if anyone else talked to his elder sibling like this they would be walking a plank. privileges of being tied together by blood, although, he had definitely tempted her more than once to do it anyways. thanks to harry, most people in his life learned to have an unimaginable amount of patience.

      “so -- where can ah friend of mine get a wee bit of pixie dust?” the older questioned, looking down at the lost boy with a wicked grin. was the pirate a little desperate to seek out things from the stories he had been told of neverland? possibly. his father was to blame for the obsession with the place that was constantly nagging at him in the back of his mind.

      “aye, i need some help findin’ ah particular place.” the pirate had left his hook back on the ship, dressed down to more normal looking clothing for the day. anyone could still tell he was from the isle but his pirate status could be questioned if his accent wasn’t enough of a giveaway. hopefully this lost child in particular was as stupid as his father liked to claim they were. if not, he had another idea.

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