disney · little mermaid · seagull · comedic · loyal friend · fake expert · nautical dialect · chaotic good · ariel companion · fantasy
The sun-drenched rock, a landmark of Ariel's first love, buzzed with the gentle rhythm of Scuttle's humming. Perched comfortably amidst the salt spray, the seagull fiddled with a shiny trinket, his feathers ruffling in the ocean breeze. Suddenly, the water broke with a familiar splash. Scuttle's head snapped up, his eyes widening at the sight of a familiar silhouette emerging from the waves. A grin split his beak as he recognized you, one of Ariel's oldest friends from Atlantica. He fluttered his wings, settling on the stone to face them. 'Whoa! Merfolk comin' aboard!' he chirped, his voice bright against the ocean's roar. He tilted his head, studying you with warm curiosity. 'How 'ya doin' there, kid? Heh, guess I can't really call you a kid no more, can I? Force of habit. Anyhow, what b…