The boat was stopped in the middle of the deep waters.

The rest of the crew was listening to Craigson shouting at Wane from upstairs.

"ARE YOU CRAZY, ROBERT WANE? ARE YOU INSANE? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?"

"What are you talking about?" chuckled Wane, acting rather calmly, "I knew what I was doing. It's just that..."

"NO! NO, ROBERT! DETECTIVE WESTLING IS RIGHT! WE'VE LOST THREE CREW MEMBERS AND SOME OF MY EQUIPMENT IS WASTED ALL THANKS TO YOU!"

"Detective Westling doesn't even know what he is talking about. He's just too desperate to blow up that shark. We all are."

"Why the hell would you choose such dangerous routes? Did you even think for one second before you put Kylson down in that cage? Or when you bought us along those rough seas? Or when you sent those men down there in the shark's territory?"

"No. It's not like I knew how dangerous it was gonna be. But..."

"But nothing!" put in Craigson, "you honestly don't know anything about the safety of sea life because you haven't proved it to me. You know what I do when I fail with the first mistake in my life. I don't just jump straight to plan B. I plan ahead, Robert. And here's one thing I've learnt in life: if you fail to plan, you plan to fail."

"What an excellent source of information. But I know a lot about Great Whites and how territorial they are. It's not like I saw this coming."

"I don't care," said Craigson, "I'm afraid you're no longer the one with all the ideas. I'm the one with the authorities now."

"What?" fumed Wane.

"You have no say in my decision, Robert."

"But...but..."

"Robert, I have lost my trust in you. You are not giving any more commands on my boat and that's final!"

"But, captain?"

"No, Robert! Not another word about it! Now return to your cabin! I've got a more sensible plan in mind."

Wane sighed angrily and ran downstairs to his room.

He slammed it and kicked his foot against his bag.

He was just so angry. Not only was angry with the captain for taking away his authority but he was angry with himself for putting the whole team in danger. It was because of him that Detective Copper Kyslon was killed by going down in the cage; it was because of him that the boat went along rough seas and caused Detective Olivia Hermes to fall into the water and be killed by the shark; and it was because of him that Detective Robin Flinch was killed while trying to get on the boat.

Wane sighed and thought for a moment about what he had done when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" he called.

"It's me, John," replied Tyler.

"Go away. I'm not in the mood to talk right now."

"Robert, please let me in. We need to talk."

Robert sighed and unlocked the door, letting Tyler in.

"What?" he fumed, "you wanna go ahead and scold me too? You're a cop for gods sake! Why don't you just arrest me already?"

"That's not why I came here," said Tyler quietly.

"Well then why did you come here? Does Chief Forks want to arrest me?" he asked sarcastically.

"How big did you think the shark was before we started hunting it? According to your estimates?"

"I don't know. Sorry."

"Well, you and Beckie sure studied these things, haven't you?"

"We have, John. Since high school. But what are you getting at?"

"You knew how big the shark was, didn't you?"

"No. But what are you getting at? Are you trying to arrest me? Go ahead and be my guest."

"You're acting rather ridiculous, Robert."

"Me? No! It's the captain who's acting ridiculous! He probably thinks that I knew how big the shark was and decided to put the whole crew in danger!"

"No, he doesn't, Robert."

"I didn't mean for any of this happen, okay?"

"I know you didn't. And I trust you, Robert. You know more about sea life then all the rest of the crew on this boat. But the captain's just looking out for our safety. We've already lost three crew members and he's not planning on losing any more."

"Neither am I but the old man could always use a helping hand, you know?"

"You don't understand, Robert. He's got it under control. Don't worry," Tyler laughed before putting a hand on Wane's shoulder, "once we catch that shark, we're gonna to blow it up and get the hell outta here. You understand me?"

"Yeah," sighed Wane, "maybe the captain's right. I am no good at giving orders. I just go along and get people in dangerous situations like this. That's why I should probably no longer be in charge."

"Oh, come on, Robert. Don't be like that."

"I mean it, John. Beckie and I just look after the aquarium to make sure that all of the visitors are safe. I'm glad that the manager didn't promote a CEO. Especially after what happened today."

"You know what you should do, Robert?"

"What?"

"Do you want the captain to be your friend again?"

"Yeah."

"Then I believe you owe him an apology."

"What? John, that's ridiculous."

"I'm not going up there. The old man won't even listen to me. He's in a bad mood enough as it is."

"Just give a try, Robert. For christ sake," stressed Tyler before sighing, "the last thing I want is for you to thrown aboard the ship."

Wane chuckled.

"Okay, okay, okay. Don't worry, John. I'll get straight to it."

And they both exited the room.

Dusk was closing as Tyler watched Wane walking upstairs to the cabin.

Craigson drove the boat on through the deep waters.

"Perhaps I was a little too hard on him," he sighed to himself.

Then Wane knocked on the door.

"Come in," Craigson called.

Wane opened the door and walked in.

"Captain Craigson," he gulped slowly.

"Ah, Robert. Take a seat."

Wane sat down before Craigson spoke up again.

"Look I'm sorry I went hard on you earlier. It's just that..."

"No, I'm sorry," interrupted Wane, "my knowledge on sharks was completely wasted from this trip. You made the wrong decision to put me in charge of a situation. I understand now why you took the authorities out of my hands."

He then sighed and claimed "I'm nothing but a reckless excuse for a detective."

"Robert, I think you're overreacting a bit. You're a great detective. You just need to determine which route is safer. That's all."

"You really mean that."

"Of course. You may the worst decision-maker I've ever met but you're a pretty nice guy."

"Thanks, captain. That means a lot and I'm glad you think that about me."

"Me too, Robert," sighed Craigson, "me too."

There was a short silence before Wane spoke up again.

"So what route are taking?"

"The more clear route. It's safer and even though the shark is bound to hunt us down again from the clearer waters, we have a higher chance of killing it from just looking at it on the boat."

"And why can't we just go down there and kill it?"

"Come on, Robert. You remember what happened today, didn't you? No other member of my crew is getting off this boat until that deadly son of a bitch dragged down to hell."

"Ha, okay," chuckled Wane.

Another short silence occurred.

"You...want a beer, captain?" Wane asked slowly.

"Sure," replied Craigson, "I think we all could use a good booze to get over the crisis from today."

"Then I'll be right back," said Wane.

He exited the cabin and walked downstairs to the corridor.

He walked into the kitchen and grabbed two beers out of the fridge.

He uncorked the lids off both bottles before Tyler came in.

"So, how did it go?" he asked.

"It went good, John. The captain and I are officially friends again. And I couldn't have done it without your help."

"Me? Oh, come on, Robert. You don't mean that."

"No, no. I do mean it. You're a great guy, John. And none of us could've made it this far without your help."

"What are you talking about?" chuckled Tyler, "the captain was the one who left you in charge. You gave us the directions. You were the one with all the great ideas."

"Yeah. But you know a lot about how dangerous sharks are while I have just studied them. I feel that the captain should've left you in charge instead. If the authority was in your hands, the entire crew would be safe and we'd be home by now once that shark is dead. You plan ahead more and I respect you for that, John."

"Thanks, Robert. That means a lot."

"Don't mention it, John. Now if you'll excuse me," he said, picking up the two beers, "the captain and I have a great deal to discuss."

And off he walked with the beers in his hand.

Tyler watched as Wane walked back upstairs and headed back to his room.

A while later, there was a knock on Tyler's door.

"Come in," called Tyler.

Gilms opened the door and walked in.

"Oh. Good evening, Beckie."

"Evening, John," she replied.

"Can I help you at all?"

"What? No. I just wanted to talk to you about a few matters."

"And what would those matters be, Beckie?"

Beckie sat down next to him on the bed and sighed.

"Well, John. I just wanted to know. How long have you been studying sharks?"

"For about ten years."

"Cool. What a long time to study sharks. What have you mainly studied?"

"Great whites of course," chuckled Tyler, "and even Robert has to admit that I know more about the dangers then he does."

"You do."

"What?"

"You do know a lot about the dangers of sharks, John. And that is why I like you."

"The reason why I like you, Beckie, is because you probably studied sharks for a long time."

"It's quite a long story, John. I don't know where to start."

"It depends. Have you studied sharks as long as you knew Robert?"

Gilms thought for a moment and then sighed.

"Robert and I met in high school and we studied sharks together since then. We made it into a college and passed the test on sea life. We got our college degree and decided to use our success to open up our aquarium."

"How long have you guys had the aquarium for then?"

"Like about ten years."

"Really?"

"Yeah, John. The same time that you've been studying sharks since. What a coincidence, huh?"

"Yeah," chuckled Tyler, "quite a coincidence indeed. I'm very surprised."

"Yeah. I feel sorry for Robert. I'm glad that he and the captain are friends again. But I also think that he's been under a lot of pressure lately."

"He's a good guy. And a great friend too."

"But you're an even greater friend, John. And that's why I'm so glad I've met you."

"I'm glad I've met you too, Beckie."

Their lips slowly started closing on each other.

Soon, Tyler and Gilms started smooching and Beckie didn't realize what she was doing until she opened her eyes in surprise.

She backed away from Tyler's lips and gasped.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I should've never done that."

"What are you talking about, Beckie? That was great."

"No, John. Look you're a nice guy and all but I really gotta get going."

"Oh, come on Beckie. You were doing great."

Gilms, in tears, left the room and headed back towards her room.

Tyler lay back on his bed and thought to himself, "I thought we would've started a love relationship already. Does she love me back?"

"That was a big question to Tyler.

In Westling and Blaxton's room, Westling lay on his bed while Blaxton finished washing her face.

She came out and sighed.

"Rough day. Eh, Jerry?"

"Yeah," sighed Westling.

Blaxton could see that he was still worrying about Wane and on whether he should trust him or not.

"Hey," she sighed, kneeling down next to his bed, "brighten up a bit."

"Give me one reason why I should, Gurti? After all that happened today. I feel that Detective Wane is up to something."

"What? Come on, Jerry. That's ridiculous."

"No, it's not, Gurti. I can see it. He put our lives in danger just by taking us along those treacherous routes along the sea."

"Come on, Jerry. He means well."

"Yeah. But why do you think that the captain took away his authority? He doesn't trust him, Gurti. And neither do I."

"Jerry, come on. Detective Wane knew what he was doing. Like the captain says, he just needs to plan ahead a little bit more," said Blaxton, putting her hand on Westling's hair and then she joked, "and so do you?"

Westling looked back at her and laughed.

"You really are the expert in pointing out people faults aren't, you?"

"Maybe I am," she smirked, putting her hands closer to Westling's chest.

"Oh my god," gasped Westling, "I've just met the naughtiest lady in all of Jersey Shore."

Blaxton laughed hard and sighed.

"You know," she smiled, putting her hand down Westling's shorts, "some women could be even naughtier then you think. What are the odds? You think I'm hot, don't yoi?"

"No," chuckled Westing, "seriously, Gurti. That's ridiculous."

"Just admit it, Jerry. You like sharing a room with me because of the way you feel about me. Am I right?"

Westling sighed and decided to be honest with her.

"Gurti Blaxton, I have always loved you from the moment I saw you. From the moment we've been together on this boat. I was always afraid to admit it but now I did. You know, since you wanted to know the truth."

Blaxton sighed and decided to be honest with Westling back.

"Jerry Westling, I have always loved from the moment we have been on this mission. I mean, you're a great expert at sharks and all that and you're a good friend as well. Up till tonight, I have always wanted to keep the truth from you."

"Why?"

"Because I thought that you might have had a crush on me a little bit but now I'm not afraid to admit to you now that I know that you love me back."

"You have lots of knowledge on sharks, Gurti. You can even surpass Detective Wane in coming up with ideas to kill the shark."

"Oh, I'm not too sure about that. But I'm glad you think that, Jerry. And I'm so happy I've met you."

"I'm happy that I've met you too, Gurti. And I'm glad that we were able to share a room together."

Their lips started closing in each other as they smooched over the bed.

The boat floated on through the night.

Below surface, the Great White shark slowly swam, following the boat while having fully digested the bodies of Kylson, Hermes and Flinch inside it.

The shark was getting ready to assault its next attack and this time, it would be personal.