By the time Gillette joined the Dauntless, Groves had established his role among the men quite well. From second lieutenant to first as a result of transfer, Groves was known to the men as a firm hand when it came to all matters of business and ship management – but a gentle one in all times off duty. He made active efforts to get to know the men – and on a complement of roughly six hundred, this was no small feat.
Nevertheless, Groves was the man to go to if you had any need, great or small. He would know whom to trade with if one needed ink or charcoal or paper for drawing and note taking, whom to exchange coin with for thread in the event of darning that for one reason or another, should not be listed on the ship’s log, whom to sit with if one preferred silence or stories, cards or dice. He would introduce the new men to the crew and would be the one to ensure that what fights did break out, were mollified swiftly.
The extent of his kindness did not halt there, however. Theodore lacked a fundamental fear of illness, making him willing to check on men with fever and ensure they drank and ate enough to recover. It did not matter to him if he knew them well or if they were so far from his own division he had no idea what their name was; if there was a need beyond what the surgeon provided, when he had time, Theodore would fill in the role provided the man in question had none else to do so – and even if they did, he still checked on their recovery. In a word, having Theodore aboard the Dauntless was not unlike having a mother again, which might be the closest thing to a malicious rumor whispered about him.
By contrast, Gillette was aloof with the men and nigh impossible to approach. Everything with him was business oriented, his responses clipped and sure to the point. He did not linger among the men as Theodore did ( for rather than eating or sleeping in the lieutenant’s berth, he was often found eating with the men and sleeping propped somewhere among the homesick cabin boys who would never admit to needing an adult, but certainly did not object to the presence of one ) but rather taxed himself with extra duties.
Gillette would relieve men of their posts if he noticed them tiring, and wordlessly. What good favor he gained among the men was earned through his ferocious dedication, his steadfast manner and occasionally, his praise – something offered so rarely, that when it was granted those who received it knew they had done exemplary indeed to earn the man’s warmer side. Within a year aboard the Dauntless however, he became exposed to the relentless kindness of Theodore Groves and found himself frankly confused and mildly fascinated by the man’s demeanor – often wondering how such a man ever attained his rank.
Upon taking fairly grave injury during a raid, Gillette found himself on the direct receiving end of Theodore’s brand of care, which lead to clipped conversation and eventually, to Gillette relenting to the man’s fussing. After this, the two began working more closely with one another – Gillette learning the ways of the men through Theodore, and in turn, teaching the man some sterner tactics that did not go entirely against his nature. By the time of CotBP, they were nigh inseparable, and had a way of bantering among themselves that somehow held a vaguely familiar air to those men who had two parents back ashore.