Detective Wolf and the Flatwoods Fighter

Detective Wolf stared at his reflection with sharp eyes. gazing back at him was a man who appeared overburdened, but at the same time was too prideful to admit it. Those blue eyes were sharp but brittle, like an icicle. he swivled his head over o the sailor.
"Stop. we're at the right place!" he yelled.
"Fine!" the older man at the wheel yelled back. There was a loud crack as the yacht came to a sudden stop. Wolf was lurched foward, and sent hurtling into a speargun carelessly placed on the floor. thinkng quickly, he....