𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄:

𝑺 𝑶 𝑼 𝑵 𝑫 𝑺
𝑷 𝑬 𝑹 𝑭 𝑬 𝑪 𝑻

Harry Hook went by his usual day of mischief. Stole an apple here, knocked over a barrel of water there, stole a scarf for a special boy in mind. The usual awful deeds are done before breakfast.

He entered Ursula's Fish and Chips when he spotted a local, fishing at the corner of the docks. With his iconic hook as a means of threat, he simply took the three fishes on hooks for himself, with only a glare from the fisherwoman. When he entered the dingy restaurant, he dropped off his sword in a barrel filled with others and walked toward the main table at the end of the room.

He climbed on a chair and stepped over the table with a hard yet graceful landing on the ground. Staring at the gorgeous specimen currently mixing something in a mug, his fingers covered in red and black powder and his eyes filled mania.

Ah, yes, he was lucky indeed.

He lowered his head to kiss the black-clothed boy quickly and turned his mouth on the alchemists' ear. "Haven't we talked about you and playing with food?" Harry whispered in his ear, a light kiss here and there and that heavy Scottish accent that made the young Hatter want to melt.

The brown haired boy looked up at the leather-clad pirate. His leather-clad pirate, and smirked slyly. "That I should only play with those who'll play back?" He said as he placed his hand on the pirates lower back.

"Yer' playing with fire, love."

"I like fire," He whispered with a grin. "You know that, love." He replied back with his own heavy English accent and with a quick lick of his upper lip.

After staring intensely for a few minutes, Uma came out caring a tray of questionable fish and chips. But considering this was the Isle, you never know exactly what you're consuming. She dropped it on the table, making a loud clang! go off as a few customers glanced at her warily.

Harry moved away from temptation, a name he was rather accustomed to calling the young alchemist, and began eating whatever was on the tray. Uma then turned on the small barely working TV and growled at the sight of a blond princess-looking Mal.

With another growl, she threw a fish stick at the screen, the sauce splattering on it. "Poser." She heavily muttered in envy, looking away from the TV.

"Traitor!" Harry announced as he walked towards the screen to wipe a bit of sauce and tasted it with his finger. "Oh, I would love to wipe the smile off their faces. D'you know what I mean?"

Uma then furrowed her eyebrows and turned to glare at Gil. "Gil! You want to quit choking down yolks and get with the program?" She ordered angrily.

"Yeah, what they said." He said, with his mouth full and oblivious to the center of the conversation.

"That little traitor, who left us in the dirt." She started to rant.

"Who turned her back on evil." Continued Harry.

"Who said you weren't big or bad enough to be in her gang." Ended Gil, thinking he was adding to the rant, but only increasing Uma's hatred.

When everyone tensed around them at his words, Gil started to glance around. "Back when we were kids? Come on you guys remember, she called her Shrimpy and the name kind of just... stuck." He stopped talking, sensing everyone's mood.

Nevertheless, Uma continued with her speech. "That snooty little witch who left me nothing."

"No, she left you that sandbox, and then she said that you could have the shrimp-"

"I need you to stop talking." Spat Uma in her rage fit.

"Gil!" Shouted Jax for the first time during this debacle. It wasn't an angry shout, but only to get his attention, and the blonde boy looked at him. The alchemist handed him a brown mug filled with orange-red coloring. "Drink up." He ordered.

Gil whined. "Do I have to?"

"You're my lab rat and if I don't do something now, Uma's gonna rip your intestines apart at any moment." He explained, with an angry nodding Uma agreeing with him.

Gil sadly took a large gulp of the liquid and after a few seconds seemed fine. Until his face started going red and sweaty. He began panting and sweating even more so.

Suddenly, a flame appeared on his shoulder. With a yelp, he tried to put the fire out but instead more flames came to light around his body. He began to scream and was about to start running when the flames suddenly disappeared. He kept panting and pointed an accusing finger at the young Hatter. "That was the worst by far!"

Jax, however, did not look impressed. "Nineteen seconds only? I've got to figure that out." He frowned and made a note in his leather black journal.

"I can't feel my tongue." Whimpered the blonde boy.

"Yes, that'll be a side effect I understand, should only last a few hours, though the sweating might be a few days." More cries from Gil. "And I need to figure out how to keep the fire going for at least a whole minute." He kept frowning as he scribbled and crossed out multiple things. "Or more." Gil kept whimpering at those last words.

Meanwhile, Uma and Harry still kept on the hate rant on Mal and her crew, with Harry trying to keep Uma calm. "Look, we have her turf now, they can stay in Bore-adon."

"Harry, that's her turf now! And I want it too." She glared at the open space as she placed her hands on the surface of the table. "We should not be getting her leftovers. Son of Hook, Son of the Mad Hatter, Son of Gaston, and me, most of all, daughter of Ursula!"

She then turned to each one of her gang. "What's my name?" She asked Harry.

He bent down and pulled his hat off, revealing fluffy disheveled dark brown hair. "Uma." He whispered.

As she proceeded to ask them all what was her name, in a symbolic approach of Who's in charge around here? Jax began to think about his first impression of the island, of his first day on the Isle of the Lost.

*******

"So, they told me I'm supposed to be staying with you?" An eleven-year-old Jax asked the older fellow.

Professor Yen Sid nodded politely at the child and then held out his hand to welcome him to his house. Jax noticed that it was old and surprisingly messy, but unlike the entire feel of the island, this place seemed like the kind you'd feel welcomed at. The entire Isle reeked of alienation and bitterness.

He started to think he'd done a horrible decision to actually want to come here but put it to rest when he encountered the friendly geezer. He was quite possibly the only friendly person he'll encounter on the land for who knows how long, so he gratefully accepted this small blessing.

Jax knew why he was here, and he had to keep thinking of that. It was his own mistakes that threw him in with this lot, but he'd find a way out, he promised his people that he would. And he kept his promises. In the meantime, he was on an island that contained every single villain in the land. This was like the largest history book he could have hoped to find and the best part? Villains love to whine about their enemies. But he didn't know the place yet, he had to take his time and study them, each and every one of them. It would take a long while, but hey, he's got the time.

"I teach Weird Sciences in Dragon Hall, the school is just a ten-minute walk." The professor began conversation once they sat down and he started pouring tea into two different cups. "You're allowed to pick courses here, so take your time in-"

"I don't drink tea." He muttered quietly when the old man placed the teacup on a saucer in front of him. Yen Sid's eyebrows rose in surprise, and the boy decided to answer now rather than a week from today when he would inevitably ask again. "It reminds me of home, home makes me sad, so I try not to be sad. Though that usually doesn't work out for me."

"My apologies, I didn't know." There was a pause, long enough to make it awkward. "As I was saying," He coughed in spite of the tension in the room, "You can pick your courses here, I'll leave you with a list of what's available. Which will probably be everything, most kids attending school around here tend to skip classes. Take the week to settle in, and you can begin on Monday, how's that to your liking?" He gave the boy a warm smile.

Jax was sure he could start today, he had no interest in the classes he'll be taking, but rather the people he was going to meet. Still, he complied with the old fool, if he were at work all day, Jax had his time to walk around the Isle and gather intelligence on the top villains in charge. Getting sent to the Isle wasn't on his to-do list, but he might as well try to make it work in his favor. "That sounds perfect." He gave him a sad smile, one that emitted that he was sad to have been sent away from his friends, but that he was going to try his best in his new home.

None of which was true of course, but he couldn't have the professor knowing that, now could he?

*******

Wow, I really hope you liked that!

Now, just a couple of things:

Jax Hatter is English, remember that when you're reading his thoughts or lines.

some Jax in dark clothing to get into the feel of the story

Question: How do you read something on Wattpad?

Black or white backdrop,

what type of font?

Personally, I go for the black background with white Times New Roman Fonts. It just makes the story more real and serious. Not serious like brooding serious, more like a 'yeah, this is a real actual book' serious.

no mundanes allowed

-polaroized