A/N: You may wonder why I decided to write a story about Harry and Gil, and the answer is simple...why wouldn't I want to write about them? Harry is the craziest and first legitimately threatening person we've seen in these movies, and I swear that Gil is the only ray of sunshine on the whole isle. I mean, he is practically always smiling. He's so enthusiastic and kinda adorable, and I just had to write about him.

Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants. If I did, the second movie would have more of Harry and much, much more of Gil.

Harry had been living in a daze for the past week. Seven days. One hundred and sixty eight hours, almost to the minute. He had been just fine that first day, but with every second that passed he became even worse. By the time a week had passed Harry's head felt so groggy and clouded that he felt as though he was just living in an existence of limbo.

And he had been this way since Uma had left.

Everything had been going so well at first. Uma had found Mal's spell book. She had managed to swim past the barrier before the Auradon idiots could close it behind them. And even though Uma wasn't practiced at magic, she had put the king under her love spell. It was just a fluke that things didn't end up going in their favor.

Harry wasn't normally an optimistic person, but even after he saw that the bratty king was no longer under the love spell, he still felt the rare feeling of hope that they would make it off the Isle. After all, Uma would never abandon her crew.

Harry had been completely awestruck when Uma had used the magic in her mother's shell to become the beautiful, powerful goddess of the sea that he had always known that she was. He knew, he just knew that she would be able to defeat anybody in a fight and take what she wanted by force.

He had felt absolutely crushed when that wasn't what happened.

Even now Harry still felt confused. He didn't entirely understand how, but that baby beast had somehow talked Uma into leaving. He may have been trying to convince her to stay, that there was a place for her and her crew in Auradon, but the result was still Uma giving up and swimming away.

And Harry didn't understand it!

The Uma that he knew would never stop fighting. Maybe Harry would understand more if Uma had only given up because she accepted the king's offer, but she hadn't. She just gave up! She gave up on her dream of proving that she could be better than that Mal. She had given up on all of their dreams of getting to Auradon.

...She had given up on him.

Harry just didn't understand it, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to.

Uma had just left them, and with every day that passed Harry became more and more sure that she wasn't going to be coming back for them. She had abandoned her crew, and Harry didn't know how to deal with that. As much as he didn't want to admit it, even to himself, Harry relied on Uma. She was his crutch. His rock. The only thing that kept him sane.

Without her, there was no escape from the dark, twisted thoughts that tormented him every single day. Without Uma, Harry truly was lost.

When he was like this he could barely deal with his own thoughts and actions, let alone that of anybody else's. So when Harry had first began to feel the cracks because Uma was gone, he sent the rest of the crew away. He just couldn't handle them. Most of them left willingly, though he did have to resort to threatening to hook a few people (mostly just Gil) when they couldn't get the hint and refused to leave.

So now Harry really was by himself, and he didn't know how to cope. Day after day he just stood on the deck of Uma's ship and stared numbly out to the ocean. It really was the only thing that kept him from completely losing it. Instead he just mostly lost it. The hours all melded together and Harry still didn't know how he knew how many days had passed when everything just felt the exact same to him.

Like absolutely nothing.

On the seventh day Harry felt some slight pressure on his arm, as though somebody had grabbed him. He didn't think all that much of it though, because all week he had been feeling the lingering feelings of Uma holding or touching him, just being there at his side, but he knew it wasn't her. There wasn't anybody there. He was completely alone.

"-ry...Harry?" Huh, a voice was talking to him. That was a first, but he still wasn't all that surprised. He was actually almost even more surprised that it hadn't happened earlier. "Harry!" How weird. It sounded like the voice was shouting, but the voice was muffled, as though it was coming from under the water...maybe it was Uma. Maybe she finally came back for him.

Harry leaned forward over the railing to try to see, but the grip on his arm tightened and pulled him back. Harry's eyes widened when that happened, because a phantom feeling on his arm was not supposed to be able to pull him back. Somebody was there, and they were trying to keep him from Uma.

"No!" Harry shouted out furiously as he struggled to get back to the railing. Back to the ocean...back to his Uma. "Let me go! Uma!"

"Oh, geeze." whoever was holding Harry back tightened his grip even more and even wrapped their arms firmly around him to keep him from struggling. "Harry, calm down. Uma's not there."

"No!" Harry screamed and struggled wildly, but whoever had him was just not letting him go.

"It's okay, Harry." He could barely hear the voice through his own rage and the ringing in his ears, let alone recognize who it was, and he didn't really care. "Harry, stop, please." Harry paused at the word that was rarely used on the Isle, and whoever had him took that opportunity to turn him around and pull him tight against their chest. He was still being restrained, but it was not in a way that they did on the Isle of The Lost. This embrace was much more like a hug, which was definitely not something that they did on the Isle of The Lost...ever.

"It's okay, Harry." The voice soothed even as Harry continued to try to pull away from them. They didn't seem at all bothered by his resisting and screaming. They just continued to hold him. "I promise, it's okay. Uma will come back for us."

"Uma...she's coming back?" Harry froze. He hadn't thought that anybody truly believed that she would come back for them. He thought that everybody else had just assumed that she had abandoned them forever, just like he believed.

"Yeah, of course she's coming back." The voice sounded a little clearer, and Harry felt like he should know who it was, but he didn't. His mind was still too jumbled for him to concentrate on anything except the thought that maybe Uma hadn't abandoned them. "We're her crew. Of course she's coming back She wouldn't ever abandon her crew."

"Y-yeah." Harry nodded. "She'll be back." She was their captain. Their friend. She wouldn't just up and leave without a word.

"That's the spirit!" The voice sounded so ridiculously cheerful that Harry could hear their grin. It made him sick. They were on the Isle of The Lost. What reason would anybody have for being cheerful? "Come on, you look kinda dead." Whoever was holding him pulled back from holding him, only to firmly and yet gently grab his arm. Harry felt a pulling feeling at his arm, and he just numbly followed where he was lead. He didn't know where he was being taken, but he wasn't in the mood to fight it.

Harry stared with unseeing eyes out towards the ocean as he was pulled along. He didn't pay any attention to where he was being lead until he was pulled into what must have been the cabin, and he could only tell because now the ocean was out of sight. Harry began to panic. Uma was in the ocean, and that was where she would be when she came back, and he had to be there to see her arrival.

Harry's panic slowly ebbed away when the scent of the cabin hit him. There was the hint of rotten fish with a dash of the ocean breeze thrown in. It smelled exactly like Uma.

This must be her room.

"There we go." Harry was gently pushed onto Uma's bed and he was forced to lie down. "You should get some sleep. Uma'll probably be back when you wake up." Harry wasn't quite so optimistic, and he hated being forced to do anything, but he didn't even try to fight this time. Uma's bed was surprisingly soft, and it smelled so much like her that Harry's mind just instantly relaxed. He hadn't even realized how tired he was. Maybe a few hours of sleep wouldn't do any harm. And who knows? Maybe Uma really would be back by the time he woke up.

And even if she wasn't, at least he knew that she would be there in his dreams, and while it wasn't as good as the real thing it was still better than nothing.

Harry dozed off within seconds. He dreamed of the ocean, and his beautiful sea goddess coming back to him so she could take him to an island that was all their own. There weren't any parents to judge and torment them. No purple haired pretend princesses who thought that they were all that. No self righteous boys who were too young to be king. It was just them.

It was the best sleep that Harry had ever had.

Unfortunately, it couldn't last. Shortly after nightfall Harry woke up to face reality again. And there was nothing he hated more than reality, except maybe Auradon, but since Auradon was technically part of his reality, it counted.

Harry groaned and forced himself out of Uma's bed. His head was swimming and he felt somewhat hungover even though he hadn't had a drop of alcohol this week. At least he didn't feel like he didn't belong in his own body.

Harry frowned and sat up in the bed. He didn't remember much about earlier that morning, but he felt ridiculous about it. He knew that he had missed Uma (there hadn't been a single second this past week that he did not miss her) but he had the feeling that he had freaked out about it.

How was it fair that the one person who could keep him sane was now the one driving him more insane than he already was?

Harry needed to get away from this sentimental feeling of missing her. He needed to get away from her ocean...he needed to get away from this bloody ship.

Harry scowled and picked up his hook from the small desk next to the bed. He didn't remember putting it there, but he wasn't about to complain about it. Hook in hand Harry left the cabin and quickly walked across the deck towards the gangplank. He wasn't sure where he was headed to, but he needed to get away from any reminder of Uma. He just wanted to get her out of his head.

Harry walked around the Isle, being sure to keep away from the docks or what used to be Mal's turf, because he didn't want to be anywhere that reminded him of Uma. He wasn't as familiar with this area of the Isle, but he didn't have to know the streets to be able to steal a rotten apple or two from a cart when he passed it.

Harry was reminded exactly why he spent so little time on the streets when somebody pushed past him, causing him to stumble a little. They were gone before he could even hook them for not watching where they were going. This was why he hated the streets. It was a different kind of crowded than the docks were, and people were more careless in the streets because there wasn't any ocean they could be pushed into, which was quite a shame, because Harry was feeling pretty keen on drowning somebody.

Seconds after the first guy ran past him two more guys came running down the street, and one of them barrelled right into Harry, sending them both to the ground.

Harry growled and swiftly moved his hook up against the oaf's neck...his incredibly thick neck. Harry scowled in irritation when he recognized either Gaston Junior or Gaston the Third (he had never been able to tell the difference between the two of them). It didn't matter who it was though, because he equally despised both of them.

"If you don' get off me in the next two seconds, this hook is going straight into your neck." Harry said in a low warning. Gaston whichever it was scowled and stumbled to his feet. He tried to push Harry away from him, but the pirate rolled out of the way, scurried behind the still unsteady oaf, and kicked him down to the ground again. He was going to teach this guy a lesson or two. Maybe by introducing this pretty boy's 'flawless' skin with his hook.

A loud and sharp scream from the next street over made Harry stop before he could even touch his hook against the larger boy's arm. He normally wouldn't be even the least bit bothered by screaming, often he even enjoyed hearing the sound of somebody in pain, especially when he was the cause of that pain. The thing was, he recognized that scream, and it made his blood boil over.

The Gaston under him whined in disappointment. "Aw, Junior's starting without me. He always goes after the runt without me."

Harry clenched his teeth, lifted his hook, and hit Gaston the Third over the top of the head with the handle. He would take care of this idiot later. First though, he had an even bigger idiot to hook.

Harry hurried to his feet and ran swiftly down the street. He jumped over carts and pushed past people before he found the chaos he was looking for. Multiple crates and carts had been pushed to the ground. Harry's attention though was on Gaston Junior. The large boy was standing in front of a slightly smaller and younger boy who was curled up on the ground, whimpering in pain.

Harry wasn't used to seeing his mate so vulnerable, but he instantly recognized Gil. He didn't know what Gaston Junior had done to Gil, but it didn't matter. Older brother or not, nobody hurt Gil, or anybody on their crew, and got away with it.

People were scurrying around, either to get away before they could get hurt, or to get a closer look at the excitement for themselves. Harry shoved past them and, without thinking or hesitating at all, he shoved the point of his hook into the arm that was being drawn back to hit Gil again.

Oh, it was so satisfying to hear somebody else's scream.

Harry pulled his hook out and scowled when he saw the blood on it. He hated getting his hook dirty, but he had to work with what he had. While Gaston Junior continued to scream in pain as he held a hand to his wound, Harry moved towards Gil.

"C'mon, mate." Harry grabbed one of Gil's arms and draped it over his shoulder. "Let's get back to the ship." The ship may be a reminder of Uma, but it was also Harry's home, the one place where nobody who didn't belong there would dare to go. Gil would be safe there.

Even though Harry desperately wanted to hook Gaston Junior, and Gaston the Third while he was at it, he held back because he knew he needed to focus on Gil right now. And besides, Harry knew that if he didn't refrain from attacking them then he would kill them without thinking twice about it. While Harry didn't have a problem with killing the two oafs, he knew that Gil would have a problem with it, because for whatever reason, the blond actually held sentimental fondness towards his brothers. Harry knew that Gil wouldn't forgive him if he killed or even maimed his brothers, so they were off limits...for now.

It was slow work traveling with Gil, because Harry had to practically drag him along, and the boy was larger than he was. The going got much easier when they had reached the next street over and were out of sight and earshot from where they were. Once they got that far Gil instantly began to carry his own weight.

"What...Gil!" Harry scolded. "You still play dead around your brothers?"

"And my father." Gil moaned slightly and curled an arm over his chest. "It makes them stop sooner."

"It also makes you a doormat." Harry scowled. Gil pouted and looked at the ground. "If anybody else picks a fight with you, you eliminate them. If they happen to be related to you, you just roll over and take it like a dog. It's pathetic."

"They're stronger than me." Gil whined, and he was right. His father and two brothers were probably the only three people on the Isle who could easily beat him when it came to brute strength. Throw in Gil's twisted sense of loyalty towards his family and there was no chance he would ever fight against them.

"If you won't stand up to them then you really should just stay away from them." Harry muttered.

"I normally do." Gil protested. "I just...didn't have anywhere else to go."

Harry frowned. The ship should be someplace where Gil should feel safe to go to get away from his family, and he probably would have if Harry hadn't freaked out and forced everybody else away.

"Well, ye do now." Harry muttered. Gil smiled slightly and leaned closer to him.

"So, are you better now?" Gil asked. "I mean, you look better than you did this morning."

"This mornin'?" Harry's eyes widened. "Tha' was you?"

"Well, yeah." Gil looked at Harry curiously. "I thought someone should check up on you, and I was right. You looked like you hadn't slept all week."

"Well, ye look like you've been a punching bag during that time." Harry retorted. Gil laughed slightly, because somehow he found it funny that both of them were just pointing out pathetic truths about the others.

Harry didn't find it funny at all.

"Alrigh', come on." Harry was done with this conversation, and he was glad that they had arrived at the docks by this time. He helped Gil onto their ship and lead him below deck where the other rooms were. Harry brought Gil to his room and sat him down on the bed. Now that they weren't walking Harry could get a proper look at his mate's injuries, and while it was worse than he would like, it was better than he had worried it would be.

"It looks like bruised ribs, a concussion, and a nasty cut at the back of your head." Harry ripped some cloth from his shirt and used it to wrap around the cut to slow the bleeding. "Ye should be fine, but ye gotta take it easy for the next few days."

"Yeah, okay." Gil said much too cheerfully. "Thanks, Captain."

Harry's right eye twitched and he clenched his fists tightly into the bed covers. "Don't call me that!" Harry growled threateningly.

Gil blinked obviously. "Why not?"

"Uma's Captain." Harry shouted.

"But...aren't you the first mate?" Gil asked, as though he really wasn't sure anymore. Harry heaved out a frustrated sigh.

"Yeah, I'm the first mate." Harry glared at his friend. "Not the Captain."

"But doesn't the first mate become the captain when the captain's gone?" Gil asked innocently. Harry blinked as he remembered that, yes, they did. So...for as long as Uma was gone...He was the Captain?

Even though Harry had desperately wanted to be captain when he and Uma had first formed this crew, he didn't think he wanted the position anymore. Uma was the captain, and he didn't think he could ever replace her, and he knew that he didn't want to, but...if Gil saw him as the new captain, at least temporarily, did that mean that the rest of the crew did as well?

If they did, then Harry had no choice but to take up the mantle. They were all still wounded about how Uma had abandoned them, and Harry knew his crew. If they saw him as captain and he refused to take up the position, they would see it as two of their captains abandoning them and would likely leave the pirate business altogether, and Harry didn't want that to happen. They may be rookie pirates, but they were his crew, and they were just starting to shape up. It would be a real shame to ruin things now.

Harry sighed. "Do you know where the others are?"

"The others?" Gil frowned in slight confusion for a second. "Oh, do you mean the crew?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Ay, the crew. Are they around?"

"I think they're all around the docks and Ursala's shop." Gil's eyes brightened. "Do you want me to get them?"

"Ay, go fetch them." Harry nodded. Gil grinned and shot up to his feet, which was really not a very good idea. Harry moved forward to catch Gil when he stumbled slightly because he stood up too quickly, which didn't mix well with his concussion."

"Not so fast." Harry ordered sharply, because he had just barely told him to take it easy. "Just find a crew member, and have them spread the word to meet up at the ship. Then you are to come right back here, understood?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." Gil grinned and nodded. He eagerly hurried off to go find the others. Harry just shook his head. He swore that Gil would eagerly jump off a cliff if Harry or Uma told him to. He was completely loyal to them, which Harry figured was a good thing, but it was a little unnerving. True loyalty was a rare thing on the Isle. Most people just kept an eye out for themselves and that was it.

Gil really was just a one of a kind, and he really didn't belong on the Isle. But considering who was king of Auradon, or, more specifically, who had been king of Auradon, Harry didn't think that Gil would necessarily fit in there either. That was part of the reason why Harry wanted to just find some new territory, an unchartered island or even just some private area on the Isle of The Lost, and claim that as their turf. It would be a spot that was all their own, and Mal would have never claimed the area for herself. It would just be theirs.

But they couldn't do that, because Uma didn't just want to not be overshadowed by Mal, she wanted to be better than her, which meant taking everything that had once been hers. Harry didn't completely agree with this plan, but Uma was the Captain, so what she said was what they did.

...Although, for as long as she was gone, Harry was the Captain, which meant that he was the one who got to call all of the shots, including where they should look to expand their territory...perhaps being captain wouldn't be so bad after all.

But he would only do it for just as long as Uma was gone for. And if she never came back, well, he would just have to cross that bridge when he came to it.