The future for Commander Tool Belt was not looking so hot.

I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest wanted food.

Fish gathered to look at us - a school of baracudas, some curious marines. SCRAM! I told them. They swam off, but I could tell they went reluctantly. I swear I understood their intencions. They were about to star rumors flighing around the sea about the son of poseidon and some girl at the bottom of Siren Bay.

You're cute when you're worried, your eyebrows get all scrunched together.

What was I up to, you may ask? I certainly didn't want to meet Monsieur Evil again or creepy old Lord Salamander.

With great power... comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

I do like to wrap things up and leave some things to the readers' imagination.