#shehook . 003 .

[tiderideraa]

it was a strange thing, to see the son of hook so uncomfortable. harry rarely exposed himself so clearly and so publically and yet her whole crew had seen it. seen the way that he had lingered on the docks, busying himself with unloading supplies while flicking uncertain glances at the ship that he had once cut and carved by hand. he had wondered absently how much of it was from the original build, he hadn't had a hand in it's repairs after the invasion.

it took an afternoon of procrastination before harry finally made his way aboard and even harriet's first mate chose not to engage him in their usual verbal sparring as it appeared to her as if harry would take the first opportunity to escape whatever he had been psyching himself up for.

finally, he was facing her. leaning his shoulder against the doorframe of her quarters, arms folded across his chest. he had ditched his usual layers of reds and blacks, dressed in a casual poet's shirt and a pair of jeans. his hook was nowhere in sight. ❝ i have something to say, ❞ // continued from our discord thread but like idk a few weeks after .