I got busy with school, but I do have time to upload. I apologize if I post sporadically, as I have might have lots of homework to do. There is some gore, so beware.

Later on that morning, Hercules was sailing around the harbor. He now had to be extremely careful when it came to his actions, as one wrong move could set Ten Cents and Sunshine off. There was a real risk that he would be sold or worse as a result, and he did not want wither event to happen to him right now. Pluto was perched on his hat, dozing off in the morning sun. As the ocean tug sailed on, he spotted Warrior hauling Lord Stinker. "Hey Herc, did you hear? Burke and Blair were arrested last night for hauling an injured Coast Guard boat to the breaker's yard!" The harbor tug said, his expression becoming serious.

Hercules nodded and said, "I did hear a little mention of what had happened when I came into the harbor this morning. However, I will admit, I don't know everything. Do you who caught them by any chance?"

"Grampus and the Coast Guard I believe." Warrior replied, trying to remember the information. He wasn't the brightest tug, but he often did his best when it came to relaying news. "On the upside, we don't have curfew anymore!"

"Curfew?" Hercules was intrigued. And disgusted. Something significant did happen to Bigg City after all. However, he was not expecting it. "Who in the world thought that placing curfew would be a good idea? All it does is disrupt the economy!"

"A Navy tug placed curfew. Her name's Timberwolf." Warrior replied, frowning as he spoke. "She's not the nicest tug, especially for a Navy tug. I ran into her a few times and she barks orders like Bluenose does."

"Hmph, as expected." Hercules sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. Oh how he hated the Navy, especially when they did things like this. After all, he believed that they were all corrupt and power hungry. "Hopefully I won't meet Timberwolf, my temper will certainly get the better of me if I did."

"Definitely." Warrior agreed, knowing how… brutal the ocean tug got when someone had crossed him. It wasn't even pleasant to think about the methods Hercules used during his tantrums. He soon realized that he was going to be late and sailed off, blowing his whistle to say goodbye. "I'll see you soon Hercules!"

"See you soon Warrior dear!" Hercules chuckled, smiling as he watched the harbor tug leave. Now that Warrior was gone, he needed to find Grampus and speak to him. Finding him was easier said than done, as Grampus was moored at one of the piers. "Morning Grampus!" He greeted, steaming up to the submarine. It was pointless to blow his whistle to greet him then and there.

"Good morning Hercules!" Grampus greeted, looking up at the ocean tug and blowing his whistle in response to the greeting. "I rarely see you here this early in the morning! What do you need?"

"I wanted to ask you about Burke and Blair." Hercules replied, becoming serious. He wanted the whole story, as what the two tugs had done was bad enough. "After all, you were the one who got them arrested."

"Ah of course!" Grampus's face became serious and he relayed everything he saw to Hercules. He described the story in detail as well, explaining how the Coast Guard vessel tried to call for help. He also added the desperation in the breaker tugs' actions, especially after their engines had failed. He ignored how his friend's reflection in the water changed, as if he had been used to it.

"Was the Coast Guard vessel alive at the time of the arrests, or was he already dead?" Hercules asked, looking down at the water. "The fact Burke and Blair did such a thing is something very typical of them. And needless to say, I am very disappointed. I wanted to give them a chance to make themselves useful, but they blew it."

"He was dead. Blair bashed him to keep him quiet, but he ended up killing him." Grampus replied, his voice somber. "The other Coast Guard vessels tried to revive him but it was too little, too late." Then, in a hushed whisper, he asked Hercules, "You're not going to let them go, are you?"

Hercules was furious, and it was becoming harder and harder for him to keep calm. Something inside him wanted to attack and lash out, especially since Grampus mentioned death. He could only shake his head and answer, "I would in a heartbeat, but their time hasn't come. Yet. Where are they at right now?"

"Blair and Burke got released by the Navy this morning!" The submarine said, now becoming nervous. If Hercules was getting cross, then this information would push him over the edge. "Their owners bribed Timberwolf, and they're back at the breakers' yard. They-"

"Bribed?!" Hercules asked, his voice becoming unusually harsh. He almost lost his composure then and there, but with Grampus and some humans around, it was too risky. After a few minutes of silence, he calmed down and said in a soft voice, "I apologize for acting like that for a moment, I dislike bribery of any kind. Thank you for the information Grampus."

Grampus nodded and slipped under the water. Once he couldn't make out the submarine, Hercules looked up to Pluto (who was now wide awake). "Pluto m'dear, I have a favor to ask of you." He said, his voice soft to where Pluto would understand him. The raven immediately came down and perched himself on one of the pipes, looking up at the ocean tug with obedient eyes. "Can you fly to the breaker's yard? I need to make sure Burke and Blair are there."

Pluto nodded and flew off, heading in the general direction of the breaker's yard. He carefully navigated the harbor, not wanting to get struck by vessels as well as humans. Eventually, he made it to the breaker's yard, and he perched on the rusted hull of an old paddle wheel ferry to rest. A few crows joined him, and all turned their attention to some commotion that was happening in the yard.

"You idiots!" One of the owners said through his megaphone, infuriated at his tugs for what they had done. "You should not have made that deal with the parts thief known as Hades, especially since we were trying to get the galleon deal with the museum. We had to use the remainder of our money from that deal to bail you out, and now we might not get any more business from shipping companies in the area!"

Burke and Blair mumbled something about Hades, but it was nothing more than a whisper. They had been put on dry dock and were now getting their engines replaced with shiny new parts. However, they were not taking the replacements well, and had become sickly as a result. Even if the procedure was successful, there was still the risk of death. As their owner talked, the breaker tugs looked up and spotted the birds perched nearby and paled at the sight. They took it as a sign that death was imminent.

One of the crows flew off, as if it was heading somewhere to look for food. However, it had different intentions. Hercules was moored at the Star Dock, getting his briefing from Captain Starr. Once the briefing ended, he was getting ready to leave when he spotted a crow. Immediately, his temper flared. It was hard to lose control, especially since his captain was close by. He gave a quick nod to the captain and left, wanting to give himself time to process what happened.

The day went on with no more significant events. Everyone was relieved that curfew was lifted, and now they had more time to finish up contracts that could not be completed in a timely manner. Hercules himself also had to assist in the qork, as his strength made many of the day's tasks easy as pie. He also kept an eye on the other tugs, making sure that no mistakes were made as contract after contract was fulfilled. By the end of the day, all late work was completed.

That night, the Star Tugs were all fast asleep. All, except for Hercules. He was wide awake, as he had gotten the feeling that not one, but two vessels were going to die. In the cover of darkness, he slipped away from the Star Dock. Ten Cents and Sunshine were still fast asleep, the day's work having exhausted them. He smirked at this observation, and was relieved that there would be no attempted pursuits from them. With the two switchers tuckered out, the ocean tug would get away with his actions.

As he sailed on towards his destination, a blanket of fog rolled into the harbor. He felt that no one was watching him, and he hummed in satisfaction. He sailed on with confidence, contrary to his secretive behavior on previous runs. Hercules soon spotted the breaker's yard in the distance, and the fog became oppressive. It concealed the soft hums of his engine, allowing him to sail on without getting caught or even noticed. His eyes started to glow, and with the fog, it made him look like a different vessel.

At the breaker's yard, Burke and Blair were now on the verge on death. Their bodies struggled to get used to such changes to their engines, and their owners were starting to get worried. They would have to prepare in case their tugs did die, such as hiring human crews and using megaphones. Burke and Blair weakly opened their eyes, and were alarmed by what they were seeing.

There, out in the distance, was a large shape. Was it a vessel? Or was it just a piece of machinery? The two breaker tugs couldn't tell from their place on the dock, but whatever it was, it was getting dangerously close. After a minute, they watched as Hercules broke through the fog and sailed on towards them. Burke and Blair got excited for a moment before spotting the expression on Hercules's face, dashing any hopes that he would be pleased in what they had done the night before.

"We have heard everything, and we are disappointed." Hercules said in a serious tone, stopping at the dock. As he spoke, the air around them grew cold to where it chilled to the bone. To say he was disappointed was an understatement. After all, these two did not have permission from him to kill a maimed vessel. He glared at Burke and Blair when they tried to speak, effectively silencing them. "My friend has decided to end the deal. After all, he would rather trust someone who is stupid than vultures such as yourselves."

Those words set Blair off. The moment he tried to retort what Hercules said, a loud slicing sound was heard. Burke turned to the source of the noise and watched with shock as Blair's face slowly slid down from its place in the wheelhouse before falling onto the deck with a thud. He almost vomited at the sight, as water and a variety of fluids started to quickly seep out. After a minute, the rest of the flesh on Blair's wheelhouse peeled off.

Burke turned back to face Hercules, now infuriated. "You monster, you killed my brother!" He shouted, looking at the ocean tug. Hercules said nothing, and a cloud of fog slowly covered him. When Burke blinked, his eyes widened in shock. He could only watch in fear as something large lunged at him, eyes glowing a fiery red.