i’m just thinking about harriet doing her damnedest to be the best at whatever hook put in front of her. the best at sword fighting, the best at cartography, the best at astronomy, at mathematics, at literature. the best caretaker for her siblings, the best captain of her ship. she has a need, an innate desire to be the top at whatever she does, and will do whatever it takes to get there.
and she still loves learning, she wants to be fluent in all the languages she can be, to learn advanced mathematics, to have the knowledge to figure things out anywhere she goes.
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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐘, 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. countless ships had come and gone, some lost to the viciousness of posiedon, others to her mother calypso. but none had kept her attention such a this; well, not the ship itself, but the captain that ran it. a man with a hook for a hand, a legend in the making and the young siren couldn't help the way her curiosity piqued. with tail as black as night, iridescent only when the placed itself upon her scales just so, she thought herself plenty stealth under the blanket of night to stay out of sight and out of mind.
beneath the ocean waves she remained for the most part, eyes wide with inquisitiveness as long, deceptively deep auburn hair trailed behind her. at times, she would lose the ship, its sails taking it farther and faster than she was able to keep up with; but eventually she would spot it's recognizable shape, hear that familiar voice, and find her path once again. her pod had told her it was foolish, to go off on her own with her small stature and naiivity, but it wasn't above the young siren to go against the word of her elders. at times she simply assumed that they'd think her better off dead regardless.
the ship seemed to have been stopped for the night, the moon nearly full and high in the air, illuminating the waves in a way that seemed otherwordly. with nothing but a pair of hazel eyes looming above the water's surface, the siren remained mostly concealed by the abysmal colour of the sea. that voice, it caught her attention, glaze flitting towards one side of the ship but unable to see anything but the moving glow of lanterns held by crewmen walking along the deck.
the irony. a siren following a voice like those who followed hers. whether or not it would lead to her death wasn't something she considered.
slowly, cautiously, she waded towards the side of the ship, able to see some of the portholes on the side open — a way to see inside. however, before she could even attempt to climb her way up, a loud bellow echoed over the waves.
❛ cap'n! it's her! ❜
panic ran through the siren's veins, eyes widening before she immediately moved to dive below the surface. as swift as she was, it didn't seem to be enough; a net, a prison, enraptured her, snatching her up and out of the water in what felt like an instant.
—– @severedleft said : ❛ It wouldn’t have changed anything. ❜
it is as she always feared ; that even without being born on this wretched isle , even without a prison like this to curse their entire broken family , it would not have changed a thing . their father would truly only be a father in name and blood , but not by choice or through action . perhaps harriet had always known , but as a child , she had always wished for a father like in the stories .
has there ever been a time where she remembered captain james hook fondly ? she recalls being a child , sitting alone every day , clutching the little stuffed rabbit that had been gifted to her by mr. smee like it was a lifeline , listening to the waves crashing against the ship . she used to close her eyes and sway along with the jolly roger as it rose and dipped on the water , and she would imagine that it was a ship of her own , that the footsteps and the voices above her head were her crew , that she was older , that she wasn’t so lonely . she was always acutely aware of her father’s absence , of how he never seemed truly comfortable around her , so she learned early on to make herself scarce . she scrounged up her own food . she bathed herself . she learned to sew patches on the tears in her clothes and cut up rope to tie ‘round her waist to keep her trousers up , ones that could never truly fit her . when she scraped her knees , she never cried , and she always bandaged them herself .
has there ever been a time where they treated each other like father and daughter ?
she recalls the first time her father put a blade in her little hands , her fragile and callous-free hands , too weak to ever win a fight on her own . and she will never forget when he told her that she would always have to fight for the things she wants , that if she wanted to survive , that she must fight with everything she has , with bared teeth and unsheathed claws and swords . if she wanted to survive , she must become more wolf than girl , she must howl and snarl and rip out the throats of any who cross her territory . she would never forget how his words burned her skin , how nauseated she had felt over them , how a question burned on the tip of her tongue but could not escape : why won’t you protect me ? i need you to protect me . harry and cj need you to protect them . i want my dad to protect me .
she did not say it . instead , she gripped this new blade and she fought like hell , and she kept getting back up when she was beaten down . she would spit out the blood in her mouth and bare her teeth , she would sooner die than let an enemy see weakness . she builds a reputation for herself amongst the isle born generation , as a force to be reckoned with ; bloodied knuckles , broken bones , the sound of a blade scraping against stone . she recalls herself at age eight , when she stepped between harry and the gaston twins , how gaston jr. punched her straight in the mouth and knocked her clean off her feet ; how she stood with fists clenched , staring at the boy with poisonous vitriol in her brown eyes . no one has ever forgotten how she retaliated by spitting an enormous mouthful of blood into his face , along with her baby tooth -- and no one has ever forgotten how easy it was for her to take the boy to the ground and beat him into submission . later , when she had been washing the blood from her lips , from her hands , she looked into the cracked mirror and didn’t see the woman that drifts in the furthest reaches of her memories , the woman who birthed her ; instead , all she can see is her father , blood-coated teeth and unruly black hair framing a gaunt face .
harriet hook has always carried her mother’s tenderness well , but her rage is the one thing that she got from her father . they are both sharp blades that could cut glass , a beast gnawing at its cage , desperate for the things that are just out of reach . but this is all that she knows ; as a child , she had longed for his approval and attention for a long time , but she has not needed nor wanted it for far longer . she is twenty-three years old , but her childhood died before it even had a chance to begin . she had offered it up willingly for the sake of her siblings , and when captain hook told her to fight , she fought for their survival , not ever for him . her spine is tempered with steel , and all because she fought for this strength on her own .
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↳ @severedleft asked : "You’re playing with my patience."
" and yet, you are toying with my generosity, captain. " words threaded with an ancient & haunting allure, crafted by a creature from a realm beyond this wretched world. such a sinister yet ethereal charm her words were, a reflection of the deep sea siren's temperament. jade coloured hues scintillated just above the ocean's surface as she peered up at him through dark lashes.
" i've bestowed a precious gift to you and your jolly roger: a moment of peace from the brutality of the black sea. " came her reply with a faint disembodied lilt, speaking as if there was no water impeding her. eyes squinting with delicate amusement beneath the soaked dark maroon fringe splayed across her forehead; an eerie haze emanating through the cracks, swirling in vaporous weaves as she trailed her gaze from the captain to the cyclopean vessel anchored to the sea below. " i suppose i shall retract my gift since you are being ungrateful. "
