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Now that Harry could get a better look at the young sea woman in the coffin in front of him, he could see why they were so sought after and would earn a lot of money were someone able to catch one.

She was beautiful, there was something about her that just sang to him as he watches her, her tail glistened with every little twist and turn as if the sun was shining from the jewels that he hoarded in his quarters; she looked so angry at being caught up in his nets but it wasn’t an anger that anyone would fear but more an anger that one would see on a cat that was trying to scare away things from it’s food but failing.

“You don’t scare me little one” Harry smirks with a little taunt in his voice as he eyes the sharp teeth, there were very few things that scared him and one of those was not her “Try no’ ta wear yourself out, keep i’ up an you’ll jus’ make i’ easier for me ta move ya la’er”

‘Interesting’ Harry notes as he spots her stillness as he spoke his Co-captains name, there were many that knew of the dangers that the both of them posed, but usually whoever they were were land folk and other sailors that had crossed the both of them; however, he didn’t think that anyone below the sea knew of his best friend, but considering she was the daughter of a sea witch, a very dangerous and infamous sea witch, then of course she would be known.

His smirk becomes more pronounced as a malicious happiness enters his eyes, so she feared his co-captain, well that was going to be fun.

“Now isn’t this an interesting turn of events” Harry more or less giggles mischievously as he stands up straight and starts to order the crew into movement so that they could sail far enough away so that they couldn’t be caught by the other inhabitants of Atlantica, turning back to the young mermaid, he winks at her “Uma’s me co-cap’in”

The mermaids of Atlantica have long since ceased the practice of eating sailors. Too barbaric, too primal. They merely wish to be left alone and ignoring the sailors and pirates makes it more likely they’ll not hunt out the merpeople. But the look on this pirate’s face - the cocky smirk, the dangerous glint in his eye - and a darker part of Melody wants to give into her ancestry and maul him. She’d be doing the world a favor, ridding it of someone so cruel. 

“And you don’t scare me, pirate scum,” she hisses, ramming into the glass once more. But he does have a point, she begrudgingly admits; the more energy she has when they inevitably move her, the easier it’ll be for Melody to jostle out of her cage. But she doesn’t back down, eyes burning with barely contained rage.

At least, until the mention of Uma. And the mention that she’s a captain upon this very vessel.

Ignoring the man’s dark and gleeful grin, Melody sinks to the bottom of her glass prison, the fight suddenly drained from her. This man was dangerous, true. He’d kill her, or he’d sell her off but then he’d move on. There’s no reason to suspect he’d go after her people. But Uma? There’s a chance she may not recognize Melody but she’d know where she came from. She’d know how to find all the merpeople of Atlantica, especially if she’s working with her mother. And that makes the hybrid witch a greater threat to Melody than this man could ever hope to be.

The queen smiles at her and something rotten in Giselle’s heart HATES the urge she gets to smile back. All Giselle’s life, even before the young huntress realized she was a girl, Belle’s been there in her father’s stories and on TV - all yellow dresses and demure smiles. The one that got away. The one that should’ve been Giselle’s mother - at least, according to Gaston.

Her mother and her aunts told her the truth - that Belle had never wanted to be chased, that there was no way she ever would’ve been the mother to Giselle or any of her brothers. But it was just so much EASIER to hate this woman for being so perfect, for loving the man who damned them all to the Isle, than it was to admit she understood why she had rejected her father, why she had chosen HAPPINESS.

and they highkey support it and still love them regardless