Back where Kid was sitting, Hawkins was trying to talk him into going after her, but he was having none of it. "Why should I!?" He yelled, and Hawkins raised his hands defensively.
"Hey, no need to yell at me." He said, and kid nodded, brushing back his wild, red hair.
"Sorry… I'm just angry at that bitch…!" He growled and Hawkins stood there, thinking about what to say to make kid feel better. Hawkins had thought that Kid had feelings for the female pirate, and he was never usually wrong in his predictions… But maybe this man's feeling were too difficult for him to decipher. "I mean… Why did she call me weak..?" Kid mumbled, holding one clenched hand to his chest, and Hawkins looked over at Killer who began to walk over.
"Hey… Bonney seems pretty upset…." He pointed out, and Kid turned to face away from them; obviously feeling guilty. He sighed quietly, but didn't say anything, so Killer continued. "You should talk to her…" He started, and gestured to Hawkins for help.
"Yeah… You should apologize… You did start it…" Hawkins added and Killer shook his head in dismissal as Kid turned around angrily.
"I did not start it!" He yelled, storming off, but he knew that it was mainly his fault and part of him felt really guilty about it. Part of him wanted to go see Bonney and apologize to her, but the other half – the stubborn half – told him not to. He carried on walking past her cabin, where he didn't notice that she could see him out of the window. She watched him, but he soon disappeared from her sight as he walked around the ship and onto the deck of her ship. Hawkins had convinced him. He should apologize.
Unaware that Bonney was in the bath, he opened the door to the washroom. "Look, Bonney, I-"
"GET OUT!" She screamed, cutting him off mid-sentence and throwing a bar of soap at the stunned supernova. "You pervert!" He covered his eyes and ducked out of the way as she now launched a shampoo bottle at his head.
"Let me talk already woman!" He yelled, and she stopped, covering her boobs and listening.
"I'm sorry..." He muttered almost inaudiably, not making eye contact with her.
"What for? Calling me fat or walking in on me while I'm in the bath?" She said, raising an eyebrow, waiting for the answer.
"A bit of both." He mumbled, then ran out of the door.
