Sorry for the long wait y'all. My inspiration kind of ran straight into writer's block but I'm kind of back now, kind of. I got sucked into the world of web toons and am just now crawling back into the world of fanfiction. Also, the flipping document didn't save so now I have to rewrite it. answer to RapMalUma, the bloods on the wall because Gil's hands were bloody, and he smeared the walls or... plot demands. I'm still a budding artist XD but I'll try to make the details more accurate this time... yeet. Anyways enjoy this long-awaited chapter. And please, write all the threats in the world but I update when I can I promise. Read the authors note at the end to find out where all my times been going towards.

Disclaimer: I do not own descendants, 2015

Where's Gil?

Quiet, soft, continuous murmurs of snoring permeated Gil's ears when he woke up. It was a great relief to wake up surrounded by not only Uma but Harry as well. Maybe hurting himself was a terrible way to pay for dropping Harry. Gil groaned softly as he sat up in bed, taking a quick look at his bandaged wrists.

So, he wasn't dreaming, Harriet had saved him before... Gripping his thighs in frustration, Gil slid off the side of the bed as quietly as possible. The pain in his knee was dull creating a slight limp. Surprisingly, all of his movement didn't wake Uma who had placed her head near his leg when she went to sleep.

Searching for his sword was an easy feat as it was just lying next to Harry. Gil grabbed the sword before he quietly limped out of the room. The hallway was empty, the only thing he heard was the occasional chatter of drunk pirates.

Walking off the boat, Gil eyed the starry night sky as he made his way to the beach. Yes, they had a beach, but it wasn't those nice, perfect beaches that seem to always show up on tv. This beach was filled with Auradon trash that floated towards their pitiful Isle.

Gil sighed in frustration as he kicked the sand with his foot and plopped down in a heap. All I ever seem to do is fail them. I try to make the Isle fun by poking fun but everyone's so serious. Punishing myself hurts others more then it hurts me. Gil laid down on the beach, enjoying the peace and quiet that he so rarely felt.

Two figures watched from a distance on a nasty rooftop not too far away. Brick and Cornelia, mainly Cornelia, watched in resentment as Gil made his way towards the beach. It's been awhile since she's seen Gil, and let's just say she's about ready to make amends. Cornelia clutched at where her necklace used to lie.

"I don't see anyone else around. If you're going to do something, I suggest doing it now." Brick offered.

It had to have been by some miracle that the person they wanted revenge on the most was alone by themselves at the beach. Cornelia climbed down the ladder before she made her way towards the figure in the sand. Slowly trotting through the cold sand, Cornelia came to a halt a few feet away from Gil who hadn't seemed to hear her footsteps.

"Hello Gil." Cornelia spoke startling the blonde to his feet.

Gil had a mini heart attack as he heard the words of a certain person he had never wanted to see again. "Cornelia, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Cornelia drew her sword answering Gil's question, "a rematch, and my necklace."

Gil frowned, "necklace?" he tried to recall what she was talking about, but he came up blank on all notes.

"Yeah, don't play dumb. I'll take it off your corpse if I have to." Cornelia growled closing the distance between them.

Gil scratched the back of his head, he actually had no clue what Cornelia was talking about which bothered him. "Where's Brick?"

"Doing what I asked him to do," Cornelia stalked closer to him, her blade dragging against the sand, "you better get ready for a fight."

With that offer, Gil drew his sword and stood with his back towards the ocean. In the blink of an eye, Cornelia was upon Gil, her sword inches from his face, thanks to his quick instincts.

Pushing back with his weight, Gil swung his blade to the right in a low arc, but Cornelia easily countered it. Cornelia flipped backwards to get some distance between them before sliding quickly underneath Gil and effectively knocking him to the ground.

Gil rolled out of the way just as the shiny metal stabbed the earth where he just was. Quickly, Gil got to his feet and swung his sword in the direction of Cornelia. Cornelia was fast and dodged the attack. It happened in a flash, Gil hadn't seen it coming but felt it the minute it happened. With lightning speed, Cornelia barreled into Gil's knee, unfortunately it was the bad one.

"Agh," Gil yelped, trying to throw Cornelia off, "That's not a sword fight!"

"Who said it ever was?" Cornelia smiled her blade pointed dangerously at his neck. "Now, the necklace."

Gil gulped as tried to think of anything that could save him from his current situation. "Someone stole it."

"What?!" Cornelia's sword pressed deeper into his neck drawing a little blood. "Who?"

Gil pressed himself against the hard sand praying that she'd forgive him, but oh, how much he'd make others suffer for this bold-faced lie. "Uma."

Cornelia stared into the eyes of Gil, searching for any sort of false intent. Placing her knee firmly on Gil's gut, she sheathed her sword and picked up a nearby rock that was burrowed in the sand.

Gil watched in horror as she got ready for a knockout punch. Closing his eyes, Gil waited for the inevitable. All he felt was a sharp pain and then darkness.

Uma was the first to wake up since she wasn't drugged. The sun was peeking through the windows, lighting the room up. That's when she noticed, to her horror, that Gil was not there.

"Harry! Harry wake up," Uma jumped from the stool to wake her slumbering first mate, "Where's Gil?"

Two words. Fortnite and SATs. I really am trying my hardest to balance it but as you can see I suck. Y'all are the real MVP's for sticking with me this long but you'd make my whole career if you'd review and just say that you're alive, what you hope to see in the near future, and what you like most about my story.