JRWI tings :P

No. 32

//Riptide Campaign what else is new ;')

Istg I'll write about literally any other camping I just-

 b r a i n r o t ^^;

I'm two episodes behind because I'm busy with college work, so pls excuse my little brain making these scenarios up ;')

Uh, Gillion angst? Gillion angst. I've been too nice to my boy >:)

I kinda wanna make a part two? Maybe after the whole thing takes place? Idk I don't plan these djnfhdf

I'm down for any requests anyone has for a part two of this or any other oneshot! :D <3

TW// none? If there are any please tell me! <3

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The waters were calm. The temperature wasn't too warm or too breezy, it was a completely perfect balance. It was moments like these that Gillion enjoyed sitting at the figurehead of The Albatross with his notebook, adding any extra notes in older pages, looking back on all he had documented,  seeing how far he had come. He remembered when he struggled to remember very basic things, social mannerisms and how much they differed from The Undersea being the main one, and now he was so much more comfortable and accustomed. Of course, he'd always keep his destiny and the prophecy as a priority, there was no changing that. But it was nice to sit and bide his time with simple things, like looking out to the sea and listening to Pretzel's small comfortable purrs.

The past few days had been similar to today. Chip said it was nice but boring, that he much preferred at least something interesting to happen. Jay shared the same view as Gillion did, Ollie too. Though it was easy to assume that Ollie would always favour calmness to chaos. Earl never really had a very clear opinion on days like these; he always usually found something to grumble about, Gillion decided that one day Earl would come to age and see that these types of days can be a highlight of a week or a month. But he is very young, so Earl has time to develop his opinions on calm days like today.

Though he wasn't very verbal with his feelings, Gillion had to admit to himself at least that he did find it quite hard on relaxing days like this one. There was always an itch of missing home, missing The Undersea and that immediate familiarity, the way the water moved around him as he was completely submerged. His homesickness seemed to only be amplified when he found himself trying to fill the many hours of the day. Small wants and wishes worming their way into the corners of his mind. But these thoughts were silly, selfish even! He was lucky to have such a kind and loving crew. People that found him and immediately took him in, no hesitation. Despite his doubts of the Elders' knowledge of humans, Gillion knew for fact he could've been much more unlucky. Besides, he had Pretzel! And Caspian! Caspian and Gillion would have regular talks over Squirties about their memories of The Undersea. 

Caspian had come from a very different area, even more so in his upbringing, so it was always intriguing to hear stories from his past. Caspian seemed to hold the same interest in Gillion's stories, his usual smile growing at the more heartwarming parts of Gillion's retellings, it fading slightly at the less heartwarming parts (mainly at Gillion's very strict training and studies, which Gillion understood, a small part of him even agreed and shared Caspian's feelings). Nevertheless, the talks always ended in a shared sense of nostalgia and comfort. No matter how difficult of a story the two had shared with the other, it was no secret that they both missed their home.

Which is why, Gillion supposed, Caspian had rushed over to him in such a hurry. 

Gillion was sitting on the figurehead, showing his newer notes to Pretzel as the two were interrupted by faint yelling. Gillion quickly stood, getting back onto the deck of The Albatross, putting away his journal as he looked to the source of the sudden commotion. The Captain's Cabin of The Crescent Moon swung open with a very serious-faced Caspian looking around wildly. When he made eye contact with Gillion, Caspian broke out into a jog, ignoring the calls of Captain Elizabeth from the doorway of her cabin. Before Caspian could get to him, Chip and Jay had taken notice of Elizabeth's urgent calls, and with no context seeing Caspian head towards Gillion in such a serious manner, stood in the way of the hurrying Triton. "What the hells happened, Lizzie?!" Chip called out, standing now next to an equally confused Jay.