Of course there was the hope in Harryâs eyes as he heard the metal clang going through the caves
He doesnât even bother protesting as Harry grabbed him by the arm and then began to drag him through the damp caves that he had slowly started to think was going to be his home until Uma joined them at an older age. He had the same hope that Uma would come for them.
Of course he did, their Captain was a fierce and loyal woman who would never leave either of them behind but he was worried - deep down - that she was going to be down in the Underworld permanently rather than alive and storming the hellhole like they assumed she would. âDamn iâ Harry, hold onâ he grumbled as he tried to keep pace with him. He had longer legs though.
Catching sight of the woman, decked in blue, that had been their lifeline for their entire time on the Isle with her cutlass out as she approached them caused his sense of self preservation to kick in as they continued to run.Â
He pulled back a little and let Harry go first.
With everything with Evie, Gil still held a little bit of annoyance with Harry so would happily let him go first to face her ire before he had to face her second.
Harry continued his approach, noticing Gilâs hesitation or desire to let the hooked pirate go first, he shrugged not thinking much of it, he was just glad to see Uma again, âDonât tell me youâve died already, couldnât live without us right?â Harry joked, not knowing of the trouble he was in, noticing the slight hint of fear that caused Gil to slow his pace in the slightest, he decided to move infront of him as they became within reaching range of Uma.Â
âIt really is great to see you again.â He stated, his tone now one of complete content, he had been stressed to all hell these past few weeks, with losing Gil and Uma, dying, thinking heâd be without Uma for years upon years, this was a nice change in fortune for the pirates.Â
He couldnât stop himself from giving his signature smirk, his mind only filled with delight as the two people he loved had been reunited with him once more, now as close as Harry would call âsafeâ to Uma, he gave a brief bow towards her, showing he was still loyal even in death.
âI knew youâd come.â He chuckled softly, no doubt in his voice or in his mind.
Dark eyes watched her boys as they drew closer, Gil sinking back behind Harry. Smart move, a small part of Umaâs mind decided. It wasnât that she was mad at them, per se - she was upset and distraught that sheâd had to come to hell to find them, to know that they were dead. Was it their faults? No, of course not, but she was the captain. She had to be tough. She couldnât show them how much this had destroyed her, to be without them even for this time.Â
She said nothing until Harry was within reach, at which point she threw her cutlass to the floor and punched him in the shoulder. Quickly, she grabbed the front of his jacket and dragged him close, face to face, nose practically grazing his as she snarled.Â
âWho gave you permission to die?!â
(They werenât tears in her eyes. No, of course not, and if they were, it was because she was so goddamn angry, obviously.)
She pushed him backwards, roughly at the blonde man behind him to try and express the myriad of emotions she was feeling. She brushed off her outfit, trying to hide just out of control sheâd been, but her gaze kept drifting over to the two of them, checking them. They were dead but they were here. They were dead but they were right here-
âOf course Iâd come and drag your sorry asses out of hell. You ainât getting out of my crew that easy,â she retorted, unable to keep that final wavering note of relief out of her voice. âAnd some of us are smart enough to find a way down here without walking the plank.â She crossed her arms over her chest, fighting to keep the scowl on her face. And yet she couldn't quite, her expression softening just a fraction, only noticable to those who truly knew her. Â