Just a note before you start reading. Yes, I realize the Core Four was long gone before the Sea3 won the Lost Revenge. I didn't feel like going back and changing it. So, there. Deal with it. My story. "Nyah."

5. How to Catch an Isle Lion

Gil was nowhere to be seen. Not that anyone had gone on any kind of manhunt to find him. He just wasn't in the chip shop. Or the Lost Revenge. And he hadn't been all day. There had been no sign of the son of Gaston on this end of the Isle. It wasn't unusual for Gil to disappear from the crew for a spell, but that was usually because he had been "put in a time-out" after irritating Uma. Normally, he would wait on the steps of the chip shop until one of the crew let him back in. If he became too bored, however, he would wander off; but always managed to return by the time Uma had cooled or completely forgotten about what he had done.

This, however, this was different. Gil hadn't been tossed out of the chip shop and merely wandered off; he never showed up. That may not have been an issue before they won the Lost Revenge from Captain Hook's fleet, but since the three were reunited, Gil was always there.

Harry scratched his left cheek with his hook. He was positive Gil had been on the ship last night. Possibly that morning…maybe. The pirate wasn't sure.

"Harry!" Uma jolted him out of his thoughts. "Go find Gil."

The junior Hook raised an eyebrow. "Why? He's a big boy. He can take care of himself." Harry would never admit it; but whenever Gil was gone for longer than he felt the blond should be, he did become concerned. And so did Uma; otherwise, she wouldn't be demanding that he go find Gil.

She glared at him. "Fine," he groaned. "I'll go set a trap fer golden boy."

Anyone savvy enough would not raise an eyebrow to the young Hook's comment, even though he meant what he said. No one, not even Uma, Harry or any other crew member, ever actually "found" Gil when they were looking for him. He found them. And sometimes… Harry had to trap him. Which wasn't easy. It was like trying to catch a lizard; a very fast, smart lizard. Or a lion. Gil was more like a lion; he especially looked like one when his hair was down. That's what Bonny had said, anyway. He really didn't care about Gil's hair. Or even his own, really.

He scratched his cheek with his hook, looking up at a large, and very climbable, tree, realizing how absurd his previous thoughts were. He also quickly realized he was now on Mal's territory. Just as quickly, he realized, he didn't care. He sized-up the tree, fiddling with his hook and the rope he had absentmindedly picked up and brought with him.

An idea crept into his brain. He rushed back to the chip shop, after telling the tree to wait right where it was. Sometime later, an hour perhaps, Harry returned with a bag in hand. Fortunately, the tree had waited for him, just like it had not said it would.

Harry decided that "ye ole rope-a-dope" trick was the perfect trap for Gil. At least, for this particular time. The classic rope trap usually didn't work on the blond; he always seemed to notice the rope on the ground, no matter how hard the pirate tried to cover it up. Gil would step over it, and he, Harry Hook, would inadvertently step right into it and find himself hanging upside down by his ankle from, usually but not always, a tree. (One might ask why he would set the trap on anything other than a tree. One would not get an answer, but one might ask.)

Halfway through his trap setting, he heard footsteps approaching, followed by a familiar, yet irritating voice.

"What're you doin' on our territory?"

Jay. Harry tried not to gag. They had once been friends. Maybe they still were. Or not. He really didn't care.

"Tryin' tae catch an Isle lion," he replied in a tone that said, 'I don't care about what you think about what I just said.'

"An Isle lion?" This bit of chatter came from the Rotten Four's puppy, Carlos.

"That's what I said," Harry replied.

They went silent for a moment as the pirate put the finishing touches on the trap.

"Do you ever pronounce your T's?" At the ends of words, I mean?" The puppy asked.

Harry glanced at him briefly, then grabbed the bag that he had set next to himself as he worked. He pulled out a plate and laid it near the edge of the rope within the ring. As he pulled out a sandwich and laid it on the plate, Jay spoke.

"Oh, yer tryin' to trap Gil. Now I get it."

Carlos raised an eyebrow. "With a tuna fish sandwich?"

The pirate stood up, dusting himself off. "Aye."

"I thought eggs were his thing."

"Ye'd think that." He paused. "It'll work." He looked at the other two boys. "Now go," he said, pushing them away from the tree. "Gil wilnae come near it if we stay here."

"Wilnae?" Carlos queried to himself as the pirate continued to push them along.

"Didn't you get trapped in your own trap the last time you tried to trap Gil?" Jay questioned, only to annoy Harry since he already knew the answer.

The pirate grumbled.

"How many of your own traps have you been caught in?" Carlos asked.

Harry growled, shoving the two behind some bushes.

The two other boys continued to bombard him with annoying questions finally causing him to yell, "Ah dinnae ken!"

He crouched behind the bushes, seething at the other two – who were grinning like idiots – ready to pounce on both of them, when they heard a loud snap. All three quickly stood up.

"Ha!" Harry shouted. "Told ye it would work!"

The other two looked at each other, shrugged, and followed the pirate back to the tree, where the youngest son of Gaston, was hanging upside down by his left ankle, eating the sandwich.

Harry proudly admired his handiwork.

"Harry actually caught you with a tuna fish sandwich," Carlos said.

"Yep," the blond happily replied, his curly blond locks falling loosely around his head. "It's fresh, too. And the bread's not even moldy. A bit dry, but not moldy."

"Huh. He kinda does look like a lion," Jay observed. "An upside-down lion."

Harry put his arms around Jay's and Carlos's shoulders. "And that, ye scurvy dogs, is how ye catch an Isle lion."

Jay furrowed his brow. "With a tuna sandwich?"

Harry grinned. "Gil will do anythin' fer a tuna fish sandwich."

"Yep," Gil said swallowing a bite. "I'm definitely kinda stupid that way."

xCaptainHookIsAwesomex

This one's just silly. I like silly. It's also an ode to "Calvin and Hobbes". That's pretty much all I have to say about this one. Again, I know they got the Lost Revenge after Mal and them left, but…I don't care. I wrote it all out not thinking about that. And again, I didn't feel like changing it. So, again, "Nyah!"

Hope you enjoyed it. Love you guys!