💜The King and Queen💜

Chapter 39

The young witch sat on a chair. The hood was still over her head. She was quiet and sat still the whole time. She tried to overhear the other people in the room.
She heard three different voices in the room. All were male. "Where is he?" One of the men in the room asked. "He will be here any second." Another one answered.
Uma then heard a metal door open. Footsteps became louder as the person who had just walked in walked closer to her. The hood got pulled off her head. A bright light almost blinded her which caused her to squeeze her eyes.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" The person in front of her asked. Uma slowly opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her. She eyed him up and down. It was an older man, he had grey hair, and he wore a blue leather jacket.
Uma finally recognized the man. "What are you doing here?" She asked him. "I'm looking for my son." He answered. Uma raised her eyebrow. "Your son?" She asked him.
He nodded. "Yes, my son, and you're going to help me find him." He tells her. Uma rolled her eyes at him. "I don't even know who your son is. Even if I did, why would I help you?" She asked him.
"A little bird informed me you two know each other. Some say you're friends. Where is he, little one?" He asked. Uma shrugged. "On the Isle, probably, where you abandoned him." She answered him. The old man was confused. "What?" He said. Uma laughed a little.
"Every villain on the Isle abandons their children." She explained. "You don't know what I did, or why I did it." The old man said. Uma rolled her eyes at him.
"Listen, just let me go. I am no use. I ran away from the Isle, I'm not going back." She tells him. "Oh, you are. You are going to bring me to my son." He said. Uma glanced up at him. "And what makes you think I will take you there?" She asked him. He then pulled out a knife and holds it to her neck.
"I wonder what octopus tastes like." He said quietly. He leaned down and got closer to her ear.
"Take me to him." He whispered. He put pressure on the blade, making a little cut in her skin. "Alright." Uma said. He smirked at her and backed up. "Good girl. Cut her lose, we're going back home." He said.

Later that night, Uma stood onboard on the ship. The old man walked up behind her. "You know, I expected some more respect of you. I may not be your blood, but I am family." He said.
Uma turned around and glared at him. "You ran off, leaving everyone behind to rot on that island." Uma argued.
"Isn't that what you're doing? Face it, Little one, running away is safer than staying behind.
I waited for Hook and your mother to come with me but they were too late. You can't blame me for that." He said. Uma shook her hair and looked at the ocean.
"You left all of us. We could've used you on the Isle." She said. He shook his head.
"I don't think so. I've always been the help, running away cut me lose from that position." He tells her.
Uma huffed. "You were being a coward." She tells him.
He shook his head and stood next to her. "I wasn't. I was surviving." He argued. He took a deep breath. "Get some sleep, I'll wake you when were there." He tells her.