Author's Note: I'll put the votes for each couple to the right of their names, and an "X" for them being voted off on the left.

X-Izzy and Owen-3

-Heather and Justin-42

X-Lindsay and Tyler-0

X-LeShawna and Harold-4

X-Beth and Cody-4

X-Eva and Ezekiel-0

-Bridgette and Geoff-52

-Gwen and Trent-102

-Courtney and Duncan-131

X-Sadie and DJ-2

-Katie and Noah-48

"Alright, one couple needs to go in each tattooing room. But wait here, Trent and Gwen," Chris says. The couples disperse to different rooms. "Trent, Gwen, your fantastic gift is permission to not have to get a tattoo," Chris continues. Gwen and Trents' eyes were big.

"What? That's it?" Trent asks.

"Um, yeah."

"I actually wanted a tattoo," Gwen says quietly. Trent drapes his arm over her shoulders.

"Is that it?" he asks Chris, who shrugs and nods. So Trent and Gwen disappear behind a curtain into a room, with a black table in the middle. A bald man with lots of PIERCINGS sat with a tattoo gun in a hard plastic chair. Trent sits on the black table.

"I'll go first," he volunteers.

"Trent, are you sure?" Gwen asks.

"Of course. I know exactly what I want."


Duncan hops down from the table and rolls his sleeve down. He takes Courtney's hands in his.

"It's alright if you can't do it," he says. Courtney shakes her head.

"You did it," she insists, hopping up on the table.

Ten minutes later, Duncan's eyes were wide. Courtney was swearing worse than any of his older brothers ever had. Now he was holding Courtney's hand.

"Shit, Duncan, this stings," she exclaims. Part of Courtney's butt was exposed since she was getting a tattoo on her lower back. She noticed him staring and waved a hand in front of his face. "Hello? Duncan, I'm down here."

"Sorry," he apologizes, giving Courtney a kiss.


"Campers!" Chris exclaims. "Meet out in the lobby to show off your new tattoos." The couples trickle into the lobby. "First off, Justin."

But all Justin did was shake his head. Heather had a scowl on her face. Her arms were crossed. "He refused to get a tattoo even when I got a tattoo of a mirror on my wrist with his name under it," she hisses, "He didn't want to ruin his perfect body."

"Well, then, you two are eliminated! You had the least amount of votes, anyway. Chef will take you on the Boat of Losers now," Chris says, and they leave. "Alright, next up is Katie."

She showed her ankle that had the tattoo of a thick book on it. The cover of the book had 'Noah' in the space where the title would be.

"Noah?"

Noah rolls up his sleeve. On his arm, just below the shoulder, was an extremely accurate tattoo of Katie's face.

"Wow, Noah, I didn't think you had it in ya," Chris says. Noah shrugs.

"Yeah, well…" he drifts off, draping an arm over Katie's shoulders.

"Trent?"

Trent rolls up his sleeve and shows a light-blue crescent moon. Written in midnight-blue cursive was Gwen's name, written in the empty curve to the right of the moon. There are nine stars surrounding the moon. Gwen smiles.

"That's nice, Trent. Alright, Gwen?" Chris asks.

Gwen leans on Trent and takes off a shoe and sock. She points to her ankle, where an acoustic guitar tattoo is. Trent's name is on the neck of the guitar. A couple music notes float in the air. Chris nods.

"Bridgette?" he asks. Meanwhile, Trent holds Gwen's waist as she pulls on her sock and shoe.

Bridgette holds out her wrist. A tan cowboy hat was her tattoo.

"Geoff?"

Geoff slides his pink shirt off and shows his shoulder to Chris. Bridgette's red surfboard with the yellow stripe stood straight up. Two blue waves flowed from the base of her surfboard, in opposite directions.

"Duncan?"

Duncan grins and rolls up his shirt sleeve. His tattoo was a gold crown, with the word 'Princess' in small print on the crown. Below the crown was kindof a scroll, with Courtney's name written on it in red cursive.

"Courtney?" Chris asks. Courtney fidgets with the hem of her shirt. "Courtney?" Chris asks again.

"I did get a tattoo. Ask Duncan. But it's on my lower back," she mumbles.

"Sorry, I need to see it. Unless you would rather take the Boat of Losers…?" Chris suggests. Still, Courtney fidgets.

"It's really low on my back!" she says. Duncan sighs, rolls his eyes, and throws Courtney over his shoulder. She shrieks and starts fighting, but Duncan is clearly stronger. He lifts the back of her shirt and pulls her pants down, slightly, to reveal Courtney's tattoo. Her tattoo was the skull emblem on all of Duncan's shirts.

"DUNCAN, GET YOUR HAND OUT OF MY PANTS!" Courtney screams. But he ignores her.

"You know you like it," Duncan whispers over his shoulder, causing another fit of Courtney's ranting.

Finally, Chris says, "Alright. I saw the tattoo -- even through all of Courtney's wriggling." At last, Duncan sets Courtney back on the ground. Her face was red, partly from hanging upside-down and partly from blushing, and she huffs. She fixes her capris and smoothes her shirt. Courtney crosses her arms and glares at Duncan.

"Alright, back in the boat. We're going to Camp Wawanakwa," Chris says. As the campers head for the boat, Duncan picks Courtney up, his arms around her. Out of habit, she wraps her legs around his waist. But she still doesn't look him in the eyes.

Duncan walks into the boat and sits in a spot far away from the other campers. He shifts Courtney so her legs aren't around his waist, and she's sitting on his lap. "If you didn't show Chris your tattoo, then we would have been voted off," Duncan tries, but Courtney doesn't look at him. He leans forward to try to look at her, but she turns her head. He leans on the other side of her, and she turns her head away from him again. He sighs and leans against the backrest.

"Are you that mad my hand was only a little down your pants?" he asks.

"You showed my butt to Chris," Courtney huffs. Duncan sighs and wraps his arms around Courtney's shoulders. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the 'Princess' tattoo on his arm. She bites her lip as Duncan continues, "I guess I can still make out with the picture under my pillow, if worst comes to worse..."

Courtney chuckles. "You won't need the picture," Courtney says quietly. She rests against Duncan's chest.

"Hmm?" he says, asking her to continue.

"I'm sorry," she says. Duncan smiles as Courtney turns her head to look at Duncan. They kiss.