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//Riptide Campaign !!

This is another request..! 

So tysm for the request swordsinger-  :D

V much an angsty prompt but I live for angst so I'm very excited about this.!

The general gist of it was that the three get taken and captured by a lesser kind of free like the navy? So I made it like a guard force of an island the three would be at ^^ The guard force got anonymous tips that there's this 'creature' that looks dangerous and the three get captured, but Gillion receives the worse of the treatment from these guard forces,, hopefully I got that right-

Also if you squint, there's Fish n Chips (you don't really have to squint just kinda look and it's there pls I love em-)

I actually really like the idea of some people just not knowing much of the Undersea and those who live there and have these absurd reactions to them so again, I'm v excited about this I'm just hoping it'll be good :')

TW// mentions of marks on wrist (not SH but it may be triggering for some..!), if there's anything else, please let me know..! I don't know what to tag as a TW other than the first one im sorry-

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The three had taken a quick stop on the closest island they could for restocking on supplies before continuing their journey to the Navy prison. The island itself was small and quaint, having a decently sized village to navigate through. It was rich with flora and fauna, the three being able to catch glimpses of animals running off into the more wooded areas. The island was primarily wooded, trees covering most of the perimeter of the land, a small clearing being made for a dock and leading further into the island. It was clear it was a very tight-knit and close village, all of the people within the village seeming to know each other well, smiling politely or striking up small conversations with each other. So it was very clear when strangers were visiting. Especially of the Riptide Pirates' calibre.

Chip continued with his saunter, an awkwardly smiling Jay following close behind. Gillion kept close, not feeling the awkwardness as people stared and gawked at him, meeting their stares with bright confident grins or grand waves. He had gone to try and 'dap them up', but Chip quickly took control of the situation. Gillion didn't quite understand as to why he couldn't do that particular greeting, but Chip mentioned something about 'not knowing the people here' and to 'be cautious'. Gillion supposed he had a point, though still failed to see how he couldn't solve that with a simple conversation explaining why they were here. Or dapping them up.

"Alrighty! Jay, you go and see about fixing up our weapons and shit, I'll look at supplies to do with keeping the ship in shape, Gill, you get some more food. Try and find those fruits Earl likes, he's been naggin' at me about them for a week now..." As Chip assigned the two their jobs, he stopped the two at the well in the middle of the town, tossing them each a bag of gold. Jay simply nodded, muttering something under her breath about getting off the island as soon as they could. Chip paid no mind to this as he looked back to Gillion, raising a brow. "You uh... You get how to buy stuff, right? You remember that?"

"Of course I do, Chip..! I simply find the fruits Earl enjoys, ask for how much they are and give the seller this bag of gold!" Gillion beamed at Chip, his grin not faltering at Chip's less than confident expression.

"I mean... essentially- But give them the exact amount of gold they ask for. Don't just give people our gold again, Gill. Okay? We'll meet back here in..." Chip looked to the sky, seeing the sun was maybe thirty minutes off from midday. He looked to the two and nodded. "At midday. That'll give us a good amount of time to get everything and anything extra." Jay nodded again, making her way towards the blacksmith they had passed by while walking around the village. Chip gave a final nod towards Gillion, heading off past the well, going towards a much busier marketplace, leaving Gillion to go east, towards the smells of food which practically guided him over.

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