Chapter 119: THIRD POV.
He grabbed the wooden edge with one hand, tossing his wet hair back with a quick shake of his head.
He looked quite rejuvenated and fresh, his clothes sticking to his skin and his breathing perfectly steady.
He hoisted himself back into his boat with ease, looking up at the crowd on the battleship with a cheerful wave.
"Damnit!" Flounder cursed heavily beneath his breath, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his single fish tightly. His face burned with a deep, furious red.
Before anyone could ask him any questions or try to mock him, he turned around and began hurrying off down the deck, heading straight into one of the large kitchens on the lower floor of the ship.
Since he'd just failed completely at the first part of the competition, he absolutely refused to fail in the second part as well.
