Do Not Wrestle with the Aquarium Stud Shark

Gregori shrugged. “What? You going to wrestle his dinner from him?” He eyed his captain grinning. Stan whispered, He’s no tank, but...

Vic kicked him. “You just want to set up a betting pool.”

“Aw. Don’t you have faith in our Captain Jacobs?” The titan pulled a tragic face.

“I do,” was the instant reply. “But we’ll get kicked out if Velk gets damaged.”

A sharp cough pulled their attention. Nathan spoke, “As much as I appreciate the vote of confidence. Hendrick is about to pop a vein.”

“Oh, don’t stop them on my account, Captain,” the man muttered sourly.

[100]

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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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