This is a filler series of shorts (mostly humor) revolving around our beloved Sea3 that have popped into my head and don't fit into either of my two other stories. Not that they couldn't have occurred during the course of those stories, they're just better left on their own. Since I have a few already written and they're fairly short, they'll make for good fill-in while I work on the next chapters for my other to stories (one of which will be rather long). That and I really wanted to post something since the other two are taking me forever to finish.
Hope you enjoy.
Friends to the End
Or
The First Time Gil Punched Harry and Other Short Tales
1. Love Tap
For the first time in ages, Gil was in a bad mood. He was unsure if he had ever been in a bad mood around Harry and Uma. It was possible, but if he had been, it had occurred a long time ago. He had been on the verge of walking out many times throughout the day. However, he never did and couldn't figure out what was stopping him from doing so. No one would have stopped him if he did. He had been his usual self that morning when he first walked into Ursula's Fish and Chips Shoppe. Now, that was definitely not the case. In some respects, he was downright pissed. The entire crew had been taking shots at him, including Uma and Harry; especially Harry. Some of it caused Gil to say something that irritated Uma, but for whatever reason, she didn't have him tossed out. He wished she had. Harry had been in rare form all day and couldn't help himself in commenting on nearly everything the blond said. Gil was ready to punch him.
And then, it finally happened. The one remark, one that would normally go ignored by him, the subtle knock on his intelligence.
Harry, who had been standing quietly in front of him, was now leaning over the table, his face in Gil's, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Gil didn't move at first; but rather, sat quietly, one leg upon the tabletop, and a deadpan expression on his face, contemplating what to do next. There was a number of possibilities: sit there and continue to ignore the pirate (which he usually did); stand up and walk out (which he had never done before); give him the "death glare" (which wouldn't be anything new); actually say something clever in response (which did happen every once in a great while); slam the pirate's head into the table (the first thought to pop into his head); or…
Gil glanced at him, moving only his eyes. Harry was still grinning like an idiot. He removed his leg from the tabletop and slowly stood up, making Harry, now having a curious look on his face, straighten up.
He glared at the pirate. "What? Ye cannae take a joke?" Harry said, the grin returning.
Gil took a deep breath. "Harry?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Aye…. What is - ?"
He never saw it coming. Before he could finish, Gil's fist connected with his jaw, sending the young pirate sprawling into a line of barrels set against the wall. A now woozy Harry looked up at him, rubbing his throbbing jaw.
The blond glared at him. "Shut up." He took his sword from the sword check-in bin and left.
Harry didn't move, feeling rather fortunate that he wasn't decked right into the sword bin. Moreover, he was completely stunned; as was everyone else in the chip shop. Uma walked over and looked down at him. As he continued to rub his jaw, she watched a huge smile began to cross his lips.
"Proud of him, huh?" She said, smiling herself.
He looked up at her. "Aye…." He gritted his teeth as a wave of pain hit. "Ow."
Uma's smile turned into a smirk. "You know that was just a love tap, right?"
Harry sighed heavily. Uma was right about that. If Gil had intended to really hurt him, he probably would've gone right through the wall. All he could reply with was an "Aye."
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You saw it coming.