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Dueling Accident

Gil was shocked to an uncomfortable silence. Uma had just told him that he was going to face Harry in order to keep his rank as first mate. Beat Harry, the only person who actually posed a threat against him. He didn't like it, the odds were against him, especially since he was still recovering from some rather gruesome wounds. He'd had them stitched up so he might break them in this battle.

"...pared."

"Yes cap'n." Gil hadn't heard a word Uma said, he just knew it was the appropriate response. Whether she realized he was recently daydreaming or not, she took her leave.

The room he was occupying was cleaner than he expected seeing that he was in his new room. Someone must have tidied the place up while he was out but who'd have the presence of mind to do that. Well, since it was Harry's room, Uma. At least, that was his guess.

Gil climbed off the bed and made his way towards his sword that was leaning against the wall. It was one of his few belongings that meant anything. Albeit his father gave it to him, it was when he was still his father and not some abusive drunk. Maybe, just maybe, there was still some of that Gaston left despite the fact he tried to kill him last time.

He picked the sword up and swung it a few times. Did he really want to be first mate, he was fine just being another lackey, right? Although, he did want a rematch against Harry, he wasn't exactly feeling well. His 'father' had done a number on him but he had recovered, or, was recovering.

The door suddenly swung open, thinking it was a grunt summoning him to Uma's quarters he didn't pay any mind to the intruder. Until he recognized the voice.

"Hey," Harry leaned against the doorway his arms crossed, "glad you're fine."

Gil glanced up from his sword, funny he'd be fighting in a couple hours. "Yeah. I just woke up last night, so if I'm not at my best you know why."

Harry chuckled, "funny, looks like we're both at a disadvantage, but that makes it even, right?"

Gil raised his eyebrow. Harry looked relatively fine, but maybe he was hiding his pain, like he was so adept at doing. Whatever he was hinting at, Gil never caught on to it, instead he asked him why he was there. "So, what's up?"

"Nothing." Harry responded. He got up from off the wall and left the room. The door closed behind him leaving Gil to ponder the duel up ahead.

His knee was killing him, and his side ached. It would take a miracle for him to beat Harry.

Harry was having similar thoughts. Having left Gil's presence, he dropped his facade and clutched at his side. Uma was going to kill him if she found out. His head was still seeing stars, and every step he took was filled with tolerable pain. A white searing pain shot through his body so quickly he hadn't realized that he was yelling in pain, not until a pair of hands were shaking him and calling his name.

"...ry... Harry!"

Harry tried to reassert himself. Opening his eyes, that had subconsciously closed during the frightening episode, Harry focused his eyes on Gil. What a drag, he must've heard him, what was he going to say to try and wiggle out of this one.

"Are you okay?" Gil questioned.

"Yea..." Harry trailed. What? He wasn't just going to admit that his ribs felt like they were literally ripping his insides whenever he moved, not to mention his dangerous concussion.

"You sure? You really sounded like you were in pain a minute ago." Gil prodded his injured side earning a forced hiss from the son of Hook.

"I'm fine!" Harry grumbled shoving Gil away. Standing up to show that he was fine was a terrible decision, black dots swam hungrily into his sight making it impossible to discern the new figure in the hall.

"Harry! Are you alright?" He could recognize that nagging voice anywhere. Harriet.

"'m fine." Harry repeated to Ette.

"You don't look it," Ette shook her head, the annoyed look that was plastered on Harry's face plainly told her he wasn't going to have this talk right now, "never mind, I'm just here to return your hook."

Harry's face lit up at the mention of his long-lost friend. Ette handed the prized item over before taking her leave. Gil was still present, but he had a determined look in his eyes.

"Well, I'll have you know Harry. Whether you're fine or not, know I'm not giving you any daylight. I'm going all out, you will get injured unless you forfeit." Gil warned.

Harry scoffed brandishing his hook in his left hand once again. "I'd have it no other way, but I'd be dead before I forfeit a match."

Gil nodded his head expecting that confident answer. Their fight was not too far in the future. In fact, Harry was headed there now with Gil trailing behind him. They made their way to the deck where they were going to square off. To win, the opponent must fall off the boat and both were not thinking of taking a plunge.

Uma greeted the two pirates, a group of pirates already surrounding them to make the ring. "Are you boys ready, do you have your weapon or weapons of choice?"

They both nodded as they unsheathed their swords. Uma smiled gleefully as she began the match for the title of first mate. "Go!"

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