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It's a twin thing.
That's how everyone on and off the isle explained away the little oddities of the Gaston and Smee twins' personalities.
Even if that explanation didn't always make sense…
Mollie was feeding 2 year old Squeaky while William Smee ran after Squirmy, who had somehow escaped his highchair when the wobbling toddler suddenly tripped and fell.
But instead of Squirmy reacting, Squeaky did.
He rubbed the exact same spot where Squirmy had hurt himself, a baffled and annoyed expression on his little face.
"Ow!"
William gave Mollie a questioning look, confused as to just why his non-injured son was the one who reacted to the fall while the one with the bruise forming on his head hadn't made so much as a peep.
His wife just shrugged in response, lifting Squeaky out of his chair. Earning her a little squeak in response.
Both of them quickly forgot the incident but many more would come to pass that always left them with questions.
Questions that they'd just brush off using the same old excuse of 'it's a twin thing.'
"Has anyone seen Bronze? Sammy's looking for him and won't shut up" Harriet asked, entering the crew's barracks where the rest of the crew were doing their own thing.
Junior didn't even look up from the poker game he was having with Maddy, Ginny, Clay, and Rick. "He's up in the crow's nest with Gemma."
Clay gave him a baffled look "how the hell would you know that? We've been playing for over an hour and you haven't checked your phone once!"
Junior just shrugged "it's a twin thing man."
"STOP SAYING THAT! IT DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING–"
Harriet left before a fight could break out and sure enough, Bronze was exactly where Junior had said he was.
Playing with their little sister.
Sammy watched as Squeaky and Squirmy did their chores, like his mom asked him to. Trying not to let himself get too unnerved by how... in sync... the two of them were.
The two were both folding their laundry in the exact same manner, tucking the laundry away into the exact same number draw, all the while not even glancing back in the other's direction.
Just like the Gaston twins tended to do when they tried to fight one another…
Were all twins like this or did he just know the two weirdest sets of twins ever?
Harriet's crew were all hanging out once again.
Drinking and laughing and singing and dancing all around. The loudest of them being the Gaston twins who were telling a very confusing story.
Which wouldn't have been nearly as confusing if only one of them was telling the story.
"— so then Gil said–"
"— if you're so good with girls–"
"—why didn't Belle marry you–"
"—Dad was so flabbergasted–"
"—that he didn't even notice–"
"—us rushing Gil–"
"—away–"
"—it –"
"—was–"
"—awesome."
Man, twins were weird. At least these two and the Smee twins were.... and no one could explain why.