With the bite in Uma’s tone and the tenseness of her shoulders, Harry couldn’t help but be on high alert, following her line of sight to a figure he only vaguely recognized. A regular patron of the chip shop, but not one of Uma’s crew. But certainly someone who wouldn’t hesitate to shoot nasty looks at his captain, or the rest of his mates. Sure, he wasn’t necessarily under Uma’s rule like the rest of them, but that didn’t mean he had to go and disrespect her.
Especially when Uma could still squash him like a bug.
“Ah could hook ‘im,” Harry offered, making sure to say it plenty loud enough for the insubordinate codfish to hear. He looked to his brandished hook, glistening and newly polished even in the cheap lights of the shop. “Solve th’ probl’m real quick like.”
❝ now, now harry. what kind of captain would i be if i let you dirty that pretty SHINY hook of yours on someone that’s not even worth it ? ❞ the way she nearly SNARLS those words towards the person in question comes with a smile, one that’s dark enough to make blood run cold && fear settle. uma is not the person to challenge, && people know that. even without harry at her side, she is a force to be reckoned with. but WITH him ? with him, she is unstoppable. she is a powerful STORM that will rip down everything in it’s path.
elbow settles upon the table, chin pillowing within her palm to look at her first mate. the smile that he gets is something much more kind, more fond, more..―― ❝ as much as i love how PROTECTIVE you are, it’s not worth it. he’ll learn. we’ll MAKE him. ❞