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@girlmisfit ASKED: whatβs the matter with me? youβd think a girl would learn.Β (EVIE)
Harriet could think of several suitable answers. None of them were suitable for audible consumption.
Harriet had been at this girl's party. Party seemed to hardly be the word for it with how grand the whole ordeal had been. it was big enough to build rumors of he absurdist outcomes.
Harriet had spent that party keeping both Harry and CJ in line, as the rest of the crew became rowdier than normal and the great crowds on an already overcrowded Isle led to too many possibilities of everything going horribly wrong.
The one about the Captain sticking his head in a crock was the silliest one. According to Harriet anyway. There was shark skin, the backhanded gift of a pocket watch, and good snake skin that really was nothing to taxing to catch and to make look presentable.
What remained true was that the Captain had been captivated by the little princess and the bending of the knee ( something Harriet thought lent into his 'gentleman' sensibilities. Before Neverland it sounded as if the Captain had had a Queen to follow. Harriet couldn't think of him as anything but a pirate) had happened.
Exile was the courtly word used, yet it didn't stop trading between them. Maleficent had her supporters, and the Confederacy of Pirates had its unspoken rules, but the Captain did as he wished.
He was always ready for some kind of war. Everyone else was simply too afraid of him to do anything. Harriet suspected that they all were waiting for the old man to die.
" Learn?" Harriet said from her little boat, having come with barrels of fish in exchange for the lemons, lime, and any other good fruit her enclosed courtyard had to offer. Harriet sat with her rifle in her lap, loading two new bullets into the barrel. "You trusted that?" clearly she must have had others who had 'bent the knee' still coming to her Castle to trade.
From the look of the dead goblin that Harriet had just shot, it seemed Maleficient still had her grudge. if Harriet hadn't been coming, seen the goblin burst from its disguise, and shoot it, then Evie would most likely be the one dead on the floor. It seemed, given the chance, that poor creature wanted more spice in life than just selling coffee.
" You should get inside." She said finally pulling up close to The Castle-Across-the-Way's dock. " The Captain won't like this."