Three Hooks in a Pirate's Hand"

A Descendants FanFiction

Author's Note: Hey, guys! I'm back with another Descendants OneShot! What can I say? This category just calls to my wicked soul! Lol. Anyway, this one is a little different. It's not my normal romantic type of fic. For this one, I thought it would be cool to explore the relationship of the 3 Hook kids. I've been very interested in that since I read the books. Most VKs are only children, so I thought it was pretty cool that Captain Hook had multiple. Also, it has been a while since I read the books, and it's been a long while since I watched the movies. I can't remember Harry or Harriet's middle names…and I can't remember the name of Harriet's ship, so I just made them up. If you guys can remember, leave me a review and let me know, until then, I'm just gonna roll with what I got. As always, I hope you guys enjoy! To anyone wondering, the second part got posted as a completely different OneShot. It's titled "Home is Where the Hook Is".

DISCLAIMER:I do not own Descendants or any of the characters. I'm writing this purely for entertainment purposes.

WARNINGS:

-Child Abuse / Violence

-Alcohol Consumption

-Cursing

-POV Switching

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

*The Disappointment*

(Harriet Marianna Hook)

I sighed as I walked onto the deck of The Queen's Fury. She wasn't the best ship in the sea, but she was mine. My father had given her to me as a gift for my sixteenth birthday, in hopes that I would be the Pirate Legend he wanted me to be.

Take this ship girl-child, and with it cause mischief and mayhem like no other. It's time ye start living up to the Hook name. As me oldest child, you have to be a fearsome Cap'n and find the greatest treasures. Ye will have to work hard to demand respect. Find ye a good crew and lead em with an iron hook!"

I could hear it so clearly, as if he were standing there next to me, repeating it for the millionth time. I rolled my eyes and limped past my crew, heading straight to the Captain's quarters, my quarters. Freddie Facilier stood there, looking nervous. She was the only one allowed here other than me. She was always the one that patched me up after a trip back home. Most of the time, I stayed on the Fury, which is what I called the ship. I didn't need a reminder that I wasn't the "Queen of the Seas" like Dad wanted.

Harriet!"

I had been shocked that he had actually used my name, instead of 'girl-child'.

Yes, Father?"

Even if yer a girl, yer still me first-born. Ye must rule the seas, as me heir. Cap'n Harriet Hook, Pirate Queen. I expect no less, ye hear?"

Yes, Father."

I remembered that conversation like it had been yesterday, even though it'd been more like ten years. Father had told me that when I was 7, and I had spent every day since then, trying to be just like him. I shook the memory from my mind and focused on the witch doctor in front of me. She was preparing her first aid kit.

"How bad is it?"

I tried to take off my vest and cried out in pain.

"That bad, huh?"

She sighed and walked over, helping me get the vest off. She then helped me get the shredded remnants of what was a shirt off. I heard her gasp.

"Pirate Queen?"

I rolled my eyes.

"A reminder of what I'm supposed to be. Look, can you just patch it up?"

She gave me a soft smile.

"Yeah. You know this stays between us, right?"

"It better, unless you would like to die by my sword."

She rolled her eyes and started tending to my latest wounds. I silently thanked my stars for the young voodoo witch. She had patched me up more times than I could count. She was also the closest thing to a friend that I had. She was about the only person that could understand what I was going through. She had done everything she could to be just like her father, but it never worked. It never pleased him. Dr. F could be quite fearsome when he was angry. She hadn't learned these skills just in hopes of helping others...she'd learned because this was as common for her as it was for me. I wondered how bad her recent battle had been, seeing the slight limp in her step. Something would have to change. I knew I couldn't depend on Freddie forever. But what could I do? I sighed and pushed the thoughts from my mind. When she was done, she helped me into a new shirt.

"Can I do anything else for you, Captain?"

I rolled my eyes and reached for the bottle of rum I kept on my shelf. I winced slightly at the pain it caused, but quickly recovered and smiled at her.

"I'm good. Thanks, Freddie."

"Anytime."

She gathered her stuff and left, leaving me to my thoughts. I sighed and opened the bottle, taking a long drink. Yet again, I had managed to not live up to his expectations. I had done what he'd said. I found a crew and made sure they were properly terrified of me. We sailed around the Isle and found some pretty damn good stuff. I was a champ at the sword fights held by the wharf. I'd come by my hook naturally, unlike my brother and sister. I caused mischief regularly. Why wasn't he proud? Why did he still think of me as the disappointment? Was it even possible to live up to his standards? I sighed, knowing it wasn't. I took another long drink from the bottle and tried to lean back against my pillows, groaning at the pain caused by his hook. I sighed as I remembered the latest encounter with my father. I had only been home a few hours when he came stumbling in. He stopped when he saw me.

"There she is! Me first-born. What mischief have ye caused today, girl-child?"

I'd shown him all the stuff we'd stole...the few things we'd managed to fish out of the sea. He'd sighed and shook his head.

"Me first-born. Yer s'posed to be the greatest legend around. But no…what are ye? A disappointment!"

He had back-handed me as he said this.

"I'm sorry I'm not the perfect son you always had in mind."

I glared at him as I stood.

"No, yer not. And me only son is a disgrace to me name. A First Mate to some sea witch in training! And the little one? Devastatingly hopeless. All me children turned out worthless!"

I rolled my eyes. It never mattered what we did. We would never be what he wanted…none of us.

"Maybe it's me own fault. Maybe I didn't remind ye kids who ye are enough. Let me do it now."

That's when he proceeded to kick my ass, hold me down, and use his hook to leave me a permanent reminder. "Pirate Queen" it said. A pirate queen was what he wanted. Someone who was as ruthless as he had been. Someone who could bring back the golden days. A pirate queen was what he wanted, and a pirate queen is what I would never be. No matter how hard I tried. As I watched him stumble back out of the house, I realized this truth…realized I would always be a disappointment. That was when Harry had come in. He had forced me to leave that Hellhole and he had been the one that sent for Freddie. I sighed and stared at the ceiling, imagining what he must be going through right now. I might not show it, but the truth was…I often worried about my little brother and baby sister. I wanted to make him proud. I wanted to show him I could live up to the Hook name and the title of Captain. I tried so very hard, which required me to be away a lot. That left his mood swings to fall mostly on Harry and CJ…even though I knew Harry ended up taking them all. He would make CJ hide and he would force the old man to turn his anger toward him instead. If Harry left and I wasn't around, he made CJ leave too. Truth is, I don't think she had ever felt the physical wrath of our father…and she had our dear brother to thank for it. Lucky girl. I thought back to Harry. He always seemed to get it way worse than I did. Him willingly agreeing to accept the label of "First Mate" instead of Captain…on Dad's ship, none-the-less…man, that really pissed Dad off more than me failing to live up to the title of "Pirate Queen". However, I think the thing that bugged our father the most, was how much Harry reminded him of our mother. He looked a lot like our father, but acted exactly like our mother. It drove the old man crazy…and it bothered Harry almost as much. Taking one last swig from my bottle, I forced the thoughts out of my mind. I sat the bottle on the table next to my bed and rolled over determined to go to sleep. I must have succeeded, because the next thing I remember was being woke up by knocking on my door. I growled as I stood and walked over to the door. I threw it open to see one of my crew standing there, looking less than happy.

"You dare disturb your Captain? Do you wanna get hooked?"

He stepped back, his eyes widening, and threw his hands up in defense.

"No ma'am! Please."

"What do you want?"

"It's your sister, ma'am."

He seemed nervous. I narrowed my eyes.

"What about her?"

"She's here. She wants to see you, ma'am."

I sighed. If CJ was here, things must have gotten pretty crazy.

"Send her in."

He nodded and hurried away. I turned on the light and walked back over to my bed, sitting on the edge. There was a small knock at the door.

"Come in!"

I watched as CJ walked in. There was a small cut on her cheek and blood was trickling down her arm. I jumped up.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Dad."

Her eyes were red, she'd been crying. Her voice was soft, instead of annoyingly chipper, as usual. I walked over and grabbed the first aid kit Freddie had given me and immediately started patching her up.

"What happened?"

She watched me and sighed.

"I was down by the wharf with Zevon."

I sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.

"He said good-bye and kissed me. That's when Dad walked up. He ordered me home and this happened."

"Where was Harry?"

"With Uma. That's why I was at the wharf. You know how Harry is."

"And with good reason. He does it for you, ya know."

She and Harry had a strange relationship, but it always drove me crazy when she spoke ill of him or acted annoyed by his actions.

"I know. It would have been a lot worse, but he came in. He took the old man and sent me here."

I sighed as I finished and looked at her. My poor baby sister…she'd gotten her first taste of the wrath. We'd tried to protect her, and we had failed. I wrapped her in a hug. This was it. The old bastard had gone too far this time. I looked at myself in the broken mirror and saw my emerald green eyes flashing a deep crimson. I tried to reign myself in, but with my baby sister crying into my shoulder, it was hard. That's when a thought occurred to me.

"CJ, where's Harry?"

She pulled back, sniffling.

"He stayed."

I paled. He stayed there? If the old man was crazy enough to hit her, what would he do to Harry? I stood, getting dressed.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to get my little brother."

I'd be damned if I was just gonna sit here, while my little brother possibly died.

"Ettie, you know how Harry would feel about this."

I did, but I didn't care.

"He can just be pissed then."

"Fine, I'm coming with you."

"No, you're not. You're staying right here. Lay down. Get some sleep."

She groaned.

"You know that's not gonna be possible!"

"Whatever. Just stay here."

"Fine."

I nodded and walked out, heading to the Hellhole. I knew Harry would be pissed that I left her alone, that I interrupted his "quality-time" with our father, that I put myself back in danger. I knew, but I didn't care. I couldn't take it. I couldn't stand seeing her crying. It made me very uncomfortable. I didn't know how to comfort people. That was Harry's specialty. No, I was more the 'get revenge' type. Plus, I had to see. See for myself that he was ok. I'd never say this out loud, but I loved them. Both of them. It was the only reason I kept setting foot in this Hellhole. I took a deep breath and stared out at the rising sun. Please, let him be ok. I walked in, searching for him

"Harry?!"

*The Disgrace*

(Harrison James Hook)

I stopped as I got to the door of the Hellhole, as we called it. I tried to catch my breath. I'd gone to the Wharf looking for Cali, but she wasn't there. That was when Anthony Tremaine had informed me that the old man had all but dragged her home. I'd ran as fast as I possibly could, praying I wasn't too late.

"Little harlot!"

That was his voice alright…and he was pissed. A small scream followed the curse. I growled and burst through the door. CJ was there on the floor, cradling her cheek. There was a gash on her arm. I glared at him. I didn't care what he did to me, but not her. It was my job to keep her from this…to protect her. I had failed.

"STOP!"

He turned to me, his eyes deep crimson.

"Ye dare talk to me in such a tone, boy?!"

"Cali, go."

"Don't ye move, Little One."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Cali, go now. Go to the Fury."

She stood and ran out. He growled and stepped closer to me.

"Who do ye think ye are?"

I stared at him. I could feel the rage coursing through me, the fire that was boiling my blood. I knew my eyes were doing the flashing thing. He laughed.

"Are ye challenging me, boy?"

He grabbed his sword, staring into my eyes. I pulled my own.

"Guess I am."

He laughed again.

"Then ye shall die this night, son."

He took the first stab. I was barely able to avoid it. I countered with my own thrust, which he expertly blocked. While it was true that my father didn't like getting his hands dirty, he could hold his own if he needed to. I knew this would probably be the death of me, but for her, I had to do it. I would do anything for her. I focused back in on him just in time to block his half-hearted attack. He grinned wickedly.

"Get yer head in the game, boy."

"I'm focused. Don't worry."

"This is what happens when yer a first mate. Ye get used to coming in second. Ye get soft."

"Yer one to talk, old man."

He growled and thrusted again. I smirked and dodged it easily.

"Now who needs to get their head in the game?"

"Yer never gonna win this. Yer never gonna be good enough. Yer a disgrace to me name, boy."

We carried on like that for a while, then he got me. He knocked the sword from my hand, and took a swing. I decided to dive for it. I was able to grab my sword just in time to block the next attack. I scrambled to my feet, trying to hold my ground. Unfortunately, he was better than me. He knocked my sword from my hand again and thrust. I tried to dodge, but he caught my shoulder. I groaned as he laughed. The next one hit my leg. Finally, I had to admit defeat.

"Ya win."

"Yer not dead yet, boy."

I sighed. What was the point anymore?

"Fine. Do it."

He smirked.

"Got a better idea."

He grabbed my shirt and shoved me back against the wall. He went for a strike with the hook, but I dodged. I tried to make a break for it, but he caught me, throwing me back. I landed on the old wooden table, breaking it. I scrambled to my feet, only to get back handed so hard I stumbled. The hook left a scratch on my cheek, just as he had done to Cali. I growled, remembering what this was for. He went in for another smack, but I ducked and quickly moved around him. That's when he cracked the whip. I gasped as it made contact with my back. He kept snapping it, each hit landing in a different spot, the white-hot pain rendering me unable to move. Finally, I dropped to my knees. My head was starting to swim. I heard him sigh from behind me.

"Ye know Harrison, I really had big plans fer ye. Me only son. Ye really let me down, boy."

He grabbed my hair, and brought his knee up, connecting it with my face. I fell to the floor as he walked out. When I came to, I groaned and looked around. The place was pretty beat up. I noticed the sun was coming up. I should probably go find Cali. I needed to check on her. I tried sitting up, and immediately layed back on the floor. My entire body cried out in pain. My head was throbbing. I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach, trying to reach a crawling position. That's when the door opened. Fuck, not again.

"Harry?!"

That wasn't my father's voice. I looked up, seeing my older sister standing in the door way.

"Ettie? What the hell are ya doin here?! Where's Cali?"

She rolled her eyes.

"She's back at the Fury. I have the crew watching her."

She sighed and walked over, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. She helped me stand up and led me over to the bar. I collapsed onto one of the stools, using the counter to keep myself propped up.

"Oh, little bro."

I rolled my eyes at her slightly worried tone.

"It's not so bad."

She glared at me.

"Ok, maybe it is, but he was way more cranked up than usual."

"I know. He hit her."

I growled.

"I know."

"Why do you do it, Harry?"

"Do what?"

"Come back here. Why do you take on all of her problems? Why do you always end up pushing his buttons like this?"

I shrugged.

"She's my sister."

Then I smirked.

"Why'd ya do it?"

"Do what?"

She pretended to be puzzled, but I knew that she knew what I meant.

"Come here. Why didn't ya just stay with Cali on yer ship?"

She sighed.

"You're my little brother."

I rolled my eyes.

"Only by a year."

She smiled and helped me stand.

"Come on."

"Where we goin?"

"The Fury. I'll have Freddie come patch you up."

"I can just go to the Lost Revenge."

She gave me a stern look.

"The Fury is closer."

I laughed.

"Ok."

I knew it was a cover up. She wanted me to go to the Fury so that she could personally see that I was ok. Deep down, she cared. Even if she wouldn't admit it, I knew it. Cali seemed to believe the mask, but I knew Ettie better. It was all a cover up. We went to the Fury. Somehow, Freddie was already there, sitting on the deck with our baby sister. Cali looked up at me, shock and guilt all over her face. I smiled and winked at her.

"Freddie!"

The witch doctor jumped up and followed us as Harriet led me to her quarters. Cali stood, but Harriet shook her head.

"Stay here."

"But…"

She turned her stern look to our sister.

"Stay here, Calista."

CJ let out a huff and sat back down. When we got to Harriet's quarters, she sat me on the bed. Freddie smiled.

"I got him, Captain."

Harriet frowned, but nodded and walked out. Freddie looked over at me.

"This is gonna take a while. Better get to it."

She started doctoring the visible wounds.

"Why do ya call her Captain? Yer not technically part of her crew."

She shrugged.

"She's the closest thing I have to a friend. It makes her feel better."

She smiled at me and started removing my vest.

"Come on Mr. Pirate, it's time to strip."

I smirked at her.

"How very unethical, Doc."

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm just stitching you up. Don't get any ideas."

She helped me strip down to my boxers and set to stitching and sterilizing my wounds. When she was done, she walked to the door.

"Hey, Freddie?"

"Yes?"

She turned to me.

"Thanks."

"Well, your wounds were definitely a bigger job than Harriet's, but it was no problem."

"I didn't mean for me."

"Oh?"

She gave me a puzzled look, then smiled as it hit her.

"Like I said, she's the closest thing I have to a friend."

She turned and walked out. I heard her and Harriet talking outside the door, then her soft footsteps retreating. I looked up as Harriet came in and threw some clothes at me.

"I had the sea witch bring em from the Revenge. Get dressed."

I smiled and did as she said. Once I was dressed, we sat on the bed.

"What are we gonna do, Harry?"

"What do ya mean?"

"We can't keep doing this. Freddie can only fix so much. You almost died tonight!"

*The Devastation*

(Calista Jane Hook)

"You almost died tonight!"

I flinched at my sister's words. It was true. I didn't know how bad it was, but I knew my brother was pretty banged up. And it was all my fault. He had done it for me. He had saved me, just like he always did. I peeked around the corner to see him holding our older sister. Was she crying? I couldn't believe it. I had never seen Harriet cry. I felt guilty for trespassing on this special moment between them, but I also envied him. He got to see the real Ettie…he got to know a side of her that I never would. They both had to put on a mask for me. They had to be strong…for me. I was just a burden to them…the cause of their suffering and devastation. The only reason they subjected themselves to our father's evil ways.

"Hey, I'm here. I'm good now."

"But what about next time? Or the time after that?"

"What do ya say we do?"

"I have the Fury. You have the Revenge. We never have to go back there."

"What about Cali?"

"She can come with us."

Harry sighed.

"Ettie, ya know how well that would work. Cali has never been a pirate and she never will be."

It was true. I never would be a pirate. I would never be able to be like them…never be as strong as them. I never had any hope of making my father proud. Harriet sighed.

"It's better than being there."

"Stay here. Stay away from him. I've told ya that already."

"And leave you to deal with it all yourself?!"

"I can handle it."

She laughed.

"No, you can't."

I did my best to hold the tears back as I walked away. They'd flip if they knew I'd heard them. I walked back to the deck, hugging myself. How long would they have to suffer for me? Harriet was right. They couldn't keep doing this. If I didn't leave, one of them would die. It would be all my fault. I couldn't have that on my head…I couldn't. I growled in frustration and kicked the side of the ship. How could I make them see that they didn't have to do this for me? How could I make them see me as anything other than a hopeless reminder of their pain? I fumbled with the paper in my pocket. I had already caused my father great devastation when I told him I had no interest in the pirate life or having a ship of my own. He had called me hopeless and took my hook. I remembered the betrayal on his face when I shrugged off the "punishment". I didn't understand it then. Didn't understand what that moment meant to him. Or why Harriet had willingly had her hand snapped off by a croc, or the satisfaction it brought her to see it replaced with a hook. Or why Harry cherished his, or why he was so resentful that he hadn't come by his hook "naturally", as he called it. Back then, it had just been a hunk of pirate junk to me. Now, I wished I had it. I didn't really know why, but I longed for it back. Again, I touched the piece of paper I'd hidden from my siblings. If I left, it would devastate both of them. If I stayed, it would be the death of one, or both of them. Was pain all I was capable of offering the people I loved the most? Would I always just be the hopeless little sister? I sighed and buried my head in my hands.

"Hey, little one."

"Don't call me that."

I looked up to see Freddie Facilier smiling at me.

"Why so down?"

"What does it matter to you?"

She shrugged.

"It doesn't. Just thought you might wanna talk."

I placed my head back in my hands.

"It doesn't matter, period. No point in talking."

She kneeled down next to me, gently resting her hand on my shoulder.

"They're gonna be fine, Kid."

I looked at her. She was wearing her usual comforting smile.

"I know."

"Listen, they do what they do out of love, but love is dangerous on the Isle."

"I know."

She nodded and stood.

"Good luck, Kid."

She gave me a wink and walked off of the ship. I sighed and looked back towards the Captain's quarters. Love was definitely dangerous here. That's why I needed to distance myself from them…to keep them safe. I walked silently towards Harriet's room. Harry was asleep in her bed. She sat at her desk, an almost empty bottle of rum in her hand. She sighed as she finished it off and threw it out the window-thing. She buried her head in her hands.

"Calista, we only want what's best for you."

I froze, thinking she'd seen me there, but then I realized she was talking to herself.

"I only want what's best for both of you."

She walked over to the bed and started petting his hair.

"It's too late for me, but you both deserve better."

I felt the tears running down my face. I knew what I had to do. I turned and walked away from my siblings. I took the note from my pocket and left it on the pillow of the first mate's quarters, where I was supposed to be sleeping. I headed down to the Wharf and grabbed the small bag of stuff I had stashed a week ago. I'd been prepared for this moment...until tonight. I hadn't realized how hard it would be to leave...to turn my back on them. I took a deep breath, trying to bury my own devastation. Leaving them was going to be the hardest thing I'd ever done, but it was something I had to do. They couldn't keep putting themselves in danger for me…and if I stayed, that would be exactly what would happen. Yes, I had to do this…for them. I gave one last look toward the sea and then turned, leaving behind everything and everyone I knew. I hoped that my note would explain why this had to happen...that it would help bring them something other than suffering or worry...something other than complete devastation.

Ettie,

I know you'll be the one to find this. Knowing you, you haven't slept all night. You've been watching him…blaming yourself for everything. I know you've been worrying about us…about him continuing to do this. I worry about him, too. That's why I have to do this. I'll never be a true Hook like you two…I wasn't made for the pirate life. That's why I've gone to Auradon. I got my letter two weeks ago…I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys. I knew what you would say. Without me, you guys can finally be done with the old man. You can lead your crew and he can stay with Uma. Leaving you guys is going to kill me, but please understand I'm doing this for you. After everything you've both given up for me…after everything you've done…this is the least I can do to ensure neither one of you dies. I know we haven't always gotten along, but I love you, Sis. I hope you know that. And please know, I do see and appreciate the things you've done to give me a better life. I know the pain I've caused you...and I'm truly sorry. Please, don't take this personally. It's not your fault. I made this choice because I think it's what's best for everyone. You don't have to worry about me anymore. You're free. As for Harry, I can't say good-bye to him, but please make sure he knows he is not to blame for anything. He's always done his best. I will always have a special place in my heart for him. Please, keep him safe and don't let him worry. I can't say that I'll ever see you guys again, but I can say we'll always be three peas in a pod...well, I guess three hooks in a pirate's hand would be a more accurate statement. Point is, you guys will always be my family. Good-bye, Ettie.

Love,

Calista Jane

Author's Note: Welp, there we have it. What do you guys think? I plan on doing more stories with the Hook kids. I really enjoyed writing this. It felt really sweet and cute. Leave me a review and let me know if you felt the same! :p

Until Next Time,

-Crayzee Bubbles-