At nightfall, Westling and Blaxton, who have began a full friendly relationship decided to share a room together.
Westling finished up his unpacking while Blaxton was finishing up her paperwork.
"So how long have you been studying at university then?"
"Six years. Broke off school a year early to get a heads up on learning about sharks. Especially great whites. So what's your story then?"
"Me? Well, I don't have much of a story myself. I'm only here because I want to kill that shark and receive the bounty for it."
"Same. I really want to see this shark close and up. They are quite brutal but such elegant creatures."
"Yeah. Well I think we better be off to bed. We have a big day tomorrow."
"Yeah. I agree," said Blaxton as she got into her bed and turned off her lamp, "good night, Jerry."
Westling got into his bed and turned off his light.
"Good night, Gurti."
Meanwhile, Craigson drove the boat and drink from his beer bottle at the same time. Tyler came up.
"Captain Craigson."
"Ah, Detective Tyler. Troubles sleeping, I guess?"
"Nah. Just not that tired yet. Mind if I join you?"
"Sure. Take a seat. And we shall have a little chat."
Tyler sat down and placed his beer bottle next to Craigson in front of the steering wheel.
"So how far are we from the shark?" he asked.
"Ah, not that far. Well, according to Detective Wane of course."
"Oh, ok. So he's in charge I see."
"He sure is. I give him all the authorities myself. He knows everything about the shark. The size, the location, the species..."
"Ha. Don't we all?"
"Yes, we do. This is definitely no ordinary Great White shark. It is a beast. A killer. And nothing else but an eating machine. Which is why we have to work together on this mission. Detective Kylson will do the majority of the job by going down the cage. Then we can drag that bitch to hell."
"Yep. Kylson sure seems like an experienced diver and he can probably fight that shark himself."
"Don't get your hopes up too high, Detective Tyler. We're all in this together, remember? If Kylson's gonna kill that thing, he's gonna need our support. I do hope that Wane understands that. I am the one who put him in charge after all."
"I'm sure he does understand, captain. Well, I'll be off to bed now. Don't to be out here when the shark's around, eh?"
They both laughed as Tyler went below deck to his room and Craigson continued to steer the boat, sighing to himself.
Below deck, Tyler went to bed and Kylson came out of his room. He caught Flinch looking out at the horizon.
"Detective Flinch?"
"Ah, Detective Kylson. Come, let's chat."
Kylson stood next to Flinch as they both watched the horizon.
"So, tell me, Kylson. How experienced are you of being a diver exactly?"
"Well, Chief Forks bought me in highly recommended. I've never actually swam with a creature so big before. I am really excited."
"So am I."
"What?"
"I'm really excited to even see this creature. But I hope it doesn't cause us any trouble."
"Me too. But that's what I'm around for. To make sure that bitch is away and off into hell."
Flinch chuckled.
"Guess you'll be sure of that for the rest of this trip. Are you in any way nervous about this operation?"
"A little bit. I mean it might seem a bit risky as well."
"Don't worry. The captain's got lights around the boat and waterproof cameras for detection. You'll be fine. I guarantee it."
"Yeah, thanks, Detective Flinch. I'm off to bed now. I need my rest for the shark confrontation."
"Yeah. Me too. Good night, Detective Kylson."
"Good night, Detective Flinch."
And the two rooms went inside their rooms.
Wane came out of his room bringing both his and Gilms' empty beer bottles into the kitchen. Hermes came down.
"Good evening, Detective Wane."
Wane was surprised.
"Oh. Detective Hermes. Good evening. Can't sleep?"
"No. I'll be in bed soon. But first you and I need to have a serious chat."
"About what?"
"About your authorities aboard this ship," said Hermes severely."
Wane chuckled.
"Don't worry, ma'am. I've got it all under control."
"Detective Wane, are you sure this 'fire blaster' is a safe idea for Detective Kylson to use?"
"Well, of course. I am in charge after all."
"Well then, let's get one thing straight here: if any one of your unusual plans go wrong, my suggestion would be to go to the captain for advice," she said in a bold way.
"And why would you suggest that?"
"Because I am concerned about my safety, about Kylson's safety and about the whole crew's safety," she continued firmly, "if you're gonna do anything stupid to try and get us all killed, I will make a call to the mainland. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Detective Hermes. But you'll need my permission first if you want to do that."
Hermes nodded.
"I see. Well, I'll off to bed then. Just think about your plans overnight for the crew's sake."
And she walked off to her room.
"Sleep well," he called after her.
And off he set for bed himself.
In Wane and Gilms' room, the two of them had a chat.
"You like him, don't you, Beckie?"
"Who?"
"Detective Tyler. Well, he is quite interesting I'll have to admit. But if you're talking being in love with him, then no."
"I think he likes you though."
"You really think that."
"Yeah."
"Well, that's nice to hear."
"Not in my opinion."
"Why?"
"Because, Beckie. You know that our friends back at Jersey Shore are counting on us, don't you?"
"Of course. But..."
"Exactly. So unless you have anything more relevant to talk about then starting some romance with Detective Tyler, I suggest we go to sleep."
Wane shut off his light and Gilms slowly shut off her light as well, surprised at Wane had said.