On the same day that Dizzy Tremaine gets an invitation to Auradon personally delivered to her, five guards show up at Ursula's Fish and Chip Shoppe and announce that they are here for Uma, daughter of Ursula.

It is lunch hour at the Shoppe, and the patrons are sitting stock-still at their tables, the normal din dead silent. Their eyes are fixed on the guards and the handguns that they sport, holstered unobtrusively at their sides. No one dares to speak.

Even Uma's crew, normally willing to start a fight with anyone, is quiet. Harry Hook is as tense as a bowstring, and the only reason that he hasn't spoken up yet is because Claudine Frollo has a death grip on his arm. Her normally russet complexion is significantly paler than usual, and Gonzo stands behind her with narrowed eyes at the guards. Desiree and Jonas, Uma's cousins, are the only ones who keep their full attention on Uma.

Uma is standing in the middle of the room, in the middle of taking an order from a Stabbington cousin before the guards came in. She isn't really in the mood to deal with this today. Her mother was being even more of a bitch than usual this morning and decided to throw all of her clothes out into the ocean. Everything she is wearing is borrowed; a black tank top from Marya Rasputin, a teal wrap skirt from Desiree, and boots from Sierra that are a size too small, but goddamn it, she is not going barefoot. Her eyeliner is carved with a sharp precision around her eyes; a silent warning for no one to fuck with her today, and half of her hair is up in a top knot.

In short, she doesn't have the patience to deal with this bullshit.

So when the lead guard says that they are here to take her away, Uma just rolls her eyes. "Cool, can I get back to work now?"

A low murmur passes through the crowd as Uma pulls a pencil out from behind her ear and turns to the Stabbington cousin, ignoring the guards. "Was that dry or wet rot that you wanted?"

"Listen," one of the guards, a clean-shaven fellow with a youthful face that belies his salt-and-pepper hair, steps forward and addresses Uma. "We have orders from the King to bring you to Auradon—"

"Was I talking to you?" Uma snaps at him, and then turns back to the Stabbington. "So about that rot—"

The guard reaches out and takes her arm. "Just come with us and there'll be no problem—"

Uma stares at him and then lets out a scoff. "Seriously?" Her lips curl up into a sneer, and Harry lets out a low growl from behind her. Claudine's grip on his arm tightens and Gonzo grabs the collar of Harry's jacket before he does something stupid, like he always does.

"Get your hands off of me,"

The guard stands firm, though he looks like he's starting to regret ever coming to the Isle. "We have orders from the King—"

"Get your fucking hands off her man, don't make her say it twice," Gil warns, coming up beside Uma and glaring at the soldier with a venom that's so unlike him that the entire crew stares at him in disbelief.

"Stand down," one of the other guards calls out, walking up next to the one holding Uma's arm. "There's no need for violence if you just come with us peacefully."

She gives him a look of contempt and sneers, shaking her head. "That's what they all say, but we both know that isn't true, don't we?"

The guard not holding her arm flushes, and in that moment, Uma can practically taste the tension in the room building up, and the stares from everyone around her feel as though they are burning into her flesh.

Something is building, and she isn't sure what's going to break it.

"I've had enough of your words, sea witch," the guard says sternly, giving her arm a little pull.

That would do it.

Uma looks down at his hand on her arm and gives him her famous glare, the one that makes grown men quake in their boots and always remember to pay and tip well. "I did tell you," she says in a soft and deadly voice, "to get your hands off of me."

Then Uma drives the heel of her free hand into the guard's face, breaking his nose and wrenching her arm away in one smooth motion.

All hell breaks loose.

Gil punches another guard in the face that tries to grab Uma, Harry manages to free himself from Claudine and Gonzo and is now holding a sword to the throat of the guard whose nose was now broken, and Big Murph is trying to herd the younger members and siblings of the crew to the side. But six-year-old Morwenna Mim manages to get in a few solid jabs with her shiv before Bonnie drags her away, and is still struggling to get back into the fray. Ashe gets a guard in a headlock while Sierra kicks him in the chest, and Marya backs one against a wall with her knife. All of this happens while the diners of the Chip Shoppe abandon their meals and create a stampede in order to escape.

In all the chaos, everyone manages to miss one of the guards brandish a syringe and plunge it into Uma's neck. Uma's eyes flutter, and then she goes limp.

At that moment, Claudine can feel her heart stop beating, and one of Uma's little cousins lets out a whimper. Ashe freezes, and Gil looks like he's about to throw up.

"UMA!" Harry roars. He lunges to grab her, but the guard scoops her up before he reaches her.

"What did you do to her, you bastards?" Jonas shouts, vaulting over a table and standing next to Harry. His sword is pointed threateningly at the guard holding his cousin, and he is seething.

"If you killed her, I swear to all the fucking gods, I will eviscerate you before sending you to Davy Jones—" Harry snarls, pressing his hook against the throat of the guard hard enough to restrict breathing.

But since the crew has gotten distracted, they forget to keep an eye on the guards, and that gives two of them the liberty to get up and stagger over to join their companion in the front.

"Stand down," one of them snaps out, a black eye blooming brilliantly on his pale skin.

"Like fuck I will," Jonas sneers, his arm never wavering.

The two guards pull out their guns and point them at Harry and Jonas, causing Ashe to shriek and the kids standing off to the side to start whimpering in earnest. "Stand down, now!"

"They're just kids!" Sierra shouts, her voice cracking.

"Just put down the guns—" Marya tries to reason.

"What is it about 'stand down' that you people don't understand?" One of the guards demands, frustrated. He unclicks the safety and re-aims the gun at Jonas. "Stand down, and I'm not saying it again!"

Watching this, Bonnie feels physically sick. Jonas's sisters are standing in the corner, they shouldn't be seeing this. They shouldn't have to see their brother at gunpoint and their cousin taken down by some dicks with orders. Desiree is standing right there, she doesn't deserve to see her twin brother and her cousin be victims. Fuck, am I about to see my boyfriend get shot?

Harry is stone-faced, but he removes his hook from the guard's throat after casting a glance at Jonas. Ashe and Sierra immediately grab his arms before he can grab any other weapons or try to strangle all of the guards by himself.

Jonas is shaking and his voice is unsteady as he says, "Okay, I'm putting down my sword now." He drops his sword carefully on the floor and makes it a point to kick it away from himself. "Can I please just check her pulse to make sure she's still breathing?"

The guard considers this and then jerks his head forward. Jonas approaches cautiously, careful to keep his hands in the guard's eyesight at all times, and presses two fingers against Uma's throat.

For a moment, the only sounds in the shoppe are of harsh breathing.

Then Jonas retracts his hand. "She's alive," he says quietly.

Harry slumps in relief, Gonzo starts breathing again, and Claudine lets out a shuddering sigh.

"If she had just cooperated with us, none of this would have needed to happen," the guard says sternly as Desiree begins to sob.

"Come on men," he hoists Uma over his shoulder and walks out of the Chip Shoppe. The other four guards silently walk out of the restaurant, glaring at the crew as they file out.

The door closes with a bang! behind them, and then Jonas sinks to the floor, putting his head in his hands. Bonnie runs over to him, and wraps her arms around him, pulling his head to her chest. Jonas and Desiree's little sisters are crying, and Sierra walks over to try and comfort them, wrapping her arms around the youngest while Claudine tries to comfort the others.

Harry starts to walk towards the door, but Desiree calls out after him, her voice still thick. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"To get our Captain back," He picks up his jacket from the ground and puts it on.

"Dude, that's a suicide mission," Gil points out, grabbing his shoulder.

Harry jerks his shoulder away. "Fine by me."

"Oh for fuck's sake – listen to me, you self-centered bastard," Desiree snaps, walking up in front of Harry. "You are of no use to us dead, okay? We need you right now."

"Get out of my way," Harry replies darkly.

"No." Desiree's eyes are full of tears, but her voice is strong and full of contempt. "Do you think that you're the only one who cares about her?" Her voice shakes a little on the next sentence. "I love her too, you know."

At the mention of that forbidden emotion, Harry's shoulders come up defensively, but he says nothing.

"They have Uma," Desiree says quietly as Marya comes up next to her and wraps her arms around her. "We can't do anything to them as long as they have her."

Harry gives her a look of hopeless rage. "Then what do we do?" he demands, and he sounds so much like a lost little boy that Desiree can feel her heart twisting.

"We wait," she says, feeling the words settle in the air like weights. "And hope that they give her back."