Under Kingpin's lavish, no-expense-spared spending spree, the Bloody Mary went from filthy and run-down to spotless in half a day.
To show his apology, Kingpin had everyone in the village come help.
With money as their motivation, they scrubbed every nook and cranny of the Bloody Mary until it was spotless.
They replaced the filthy, unusable cooking utensils and the bunk beds that reeked of fish.
Even Bill, who was covered in grime, was held by the neck and given a bath. Then they shaved his beard, sprayed him with cologne, and sent him to the wheelhouse.
The moment the Bloody Mary set off, everyone in the town cheered.
Half a day's work had earned them as much as they usually made in half a year.
Even Kingpin, the menacing, big, dark-skinned man, didn't seem quite so scary anymore.
Alvin set up a grill on the deck and slowly smoked several half-inch-thick slices of Wagyu over low heat.
Listening to the children's excited squeals, Alvin rubbed his aching head and handed each of them a fishing rod, setting them up for a fishing contest.
Little Ginny, who had seemed to have a motor in her legs, finally settled down. She sat beside her dad, cheeks puffed out like baozi as she stared intently at her fishing rod, swearing she'd catch the biggest piranha.
But less than fifteen minutes later, the girl was leaning against her dad's back, drooling as she went fishing in her dreams.
Amused, Alvin gathered Little Ginny into his arms, his left arm around her shoulders as he shooed away the inconsiderate bugs now and then. Every so often, he turned the Wagyu on the grill with his right hand.
As he watched Little Ginny's nose twitching in her sleep, Alvin bent down and kissed the cute