JRWI tings :P

No.61

//We're back to Riptide babeyyyy

Spoilers-ish for episode #68 pt2 :') we didn't get the funny number but that is o k.

Swordsinger- your third request..!!! THIS HAS TAKEN MUCH LONGER THAN IT SHOULD HAVE I'M SO SORRY. I HOPE THIS IS OKAY! 

There's a lot of Chip and Gill interactions, but only because Chip is a dumbass (I say this with love <3) and he threw his hands up so he'd be falling slowly as well- Plus Gill should have someone to comfort him, so this worked out!!

 I'm saying that Gill isn't in armour because I don't want to make him fall faster than he needs to- I love him >:(

TW// panic attacks/v high anxiety ((that should be all there is! If there's anything else to tag, please lemme know! :D))

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It was common knowledge that chaos typically followed The Riptide Pirates, no matter where they went or who they met. The recent nonsense had been memorable, if not for absurdity alone, then at least for how action-packed things had been.

Gillion was still debating if that action-packed was a positive or negative thing.

Being swallowed and almost eaten whole by a goblin was something that was burned into Gillion's memory. Safe to say that was one of the moments during the fights against the mimic that Gillion would rather forget, though his mind seemed to have other ideas.

The less horrifying parts of their adventure, especially after finding and rescuing Ichabod even still held a presence of chaos. Though it was arguably more of a normal level. Some would say that it was chaos that the crew started themselves, but that was still up in the air.

On the topic of being up in the air, Gillion was brought back to the colours dancing above him in the evening sky. Blues and purples mixing with greens, the ebb and flow of the lights were reminiscent of a familiarity Gillion still longed for. Home.

Hearing a voice call his name in a strange imitation of his own caused the triton to push this ache down for now, though not enough to forget completely. The conversation between himself and Chip had been one of comfort. If he was being honest, which of course he was, Gillion treasured these types of talks between himself and Chip, between himself and anyone, truly. An unspoken bond was always made, a silent promise said in between spoken words to be there for each other. Gillion couldn't tell if it was the lights' influence, but the moment he shared with Chip felt special. A memory of his adventures he'd be happy to remember time and time again.

(Hopefully enough to replace the goblin almost eating him).

Since the colours in the sky, the next day had been one of little importance. The waters were calm, the wind was subtle and the sun shone as brilliantly as it usually did against the bright blue of the sky. The day was spent with most of the crew relaxing, though of course, that didn't deter any shenanigans to occur. Despite nothing worthy of noting happening throughout this day of travel, it was still one of many similar days that Gillion held close.

As much as he cared for adventures and chaos from where he and his co-captains ventured, he also didn't mind the more relaxed and gentle days he spent with them. Gillion was far too used to consistent action. He had learned to value the quieter moments life provided.

The day following this respite, however, was far from a quiet moment provided by life. To be awoken by Ollie's screaming was far from quiet. In any sense of the word. This wasn't to say that the pirates always found themselves in trouble whenever he screamed, sometimes Ollie would yell out of excitement, too. It was always quite difficult to discern what he'd scream about, so it helped immensely if words followed the young boy's hollering. But surely after a gorgeous sight such as the lights they had seen just a few nights ago, nothing should be too upsetting-