Arrogant , proud , thief that was knowing of his worth , and oh fairy godmother was he sexy. A few things to describe Harry Hook. Son of Captain Hook , only the greatest and most vicious captain to rule the seas before being cursed to the isle of the lost. Just to have this masterpiece of a son. The same son that had his hook under you chin , trying to convince you , one of the crew mates , to eat something he made. Honestly , it didn’t have a name. It was some sort of fried octopus onion ring.

“ Come on , darling. I need to make sure it’s good before even letting Uma look at it. “

Harry grinned , using his actual hand to dangle the…food..totally…over your mouth. Doing a mocking airplane flying motion with a smig and near condescending expression on his face.

Yep. Just the usual shenanigans of the day.