There’s something about Heather that made me miss the mark tonight. What has me pacing my locker room is that I don’t know what her true intentions were during our encounter. Was she there to help me? 

Or was she there to distract me? 

GRR! Who’s knocking on my door now?! Wait, she did say that we will see each other again. I don’t want to answer but I’ll take my chances.

I open the door quickly and it’s…

Blackbeard: Waterboy!

H2O: H2O didn’t invite you to be in his presence. What? You looking for a fight?

Blackbeard: First of all, stop referring to yourself in the 3rd person, 1999 phoned and that’s so over….Second...wenches mate, can’t live with em, can’t cut their TETS! Off and throw em to the sharks...well, ye could do that, but it’s frowned upon, even in my line of work.

Hmph, he’s right. The very thing I told him he should leave alone I’m standing in this room stressing about….a woman. 

So what if he’s right…

H2O: No one has really ever seen me angry before. So if you’re from the Golden Age like you say you are then the last thing you’d want to do is make a champ angry.

H2O: Not just any champ. But this….

H2O/Crowd: Light….Heavyweight….Champion...

H2O: ...angry. So go set your sails somewhere else unless you wanna travel across this rough water tonight. 

H2O steps close and looks down into Blackbeard’s eyes. 

Blackbeard: Patience boy, why in such a hurry to lose what ye just got? 

H2O:: Enough of this crap, you weren’t invited, so it’s time for you to leave.

He takes a step back and slams the door in Blackbeard’s face as the scene fades.

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