Back at the boat, Dawson walks across the deck and up on the dock to The Flash, who is unrolling a sleeping bag. Dawson asks The Flash what he's going to do. The Flash says he planned to sleep "right out here under the stars." Dawson explains that he was referring to the restaurant, the Bride of Flash, his life. The Flash says he wishes he knew. Dawson asks if The Flash is okay for money. The Flash says he is, for now. Dawson isn't satisfied, and decides once again to stick his nose where it really doesn't belong: "Dad, I gotta be honest. As glad as I am that we can have this father-son bonding moment, I would think a weekend fishing trip would be the least of your priorities. Shouldn't you be out trying to procure some kind of employment -- or at least establish a game plan?" Instead of employing his foot to kick Dawson's ass, The Flash replies, "I'm sorry you're disappointed in me. I want to be the kind of man that you can respect. But there must be something out there, mustn't there? Something for me? Something that I can put my heart and my passion behind? Now, I can't stop looking for that until I find it." Dawson stares at him dumbly.

In the bar, The Sheriff is totally wasted, holding three darts in his hand and asking Pacey where everyone went. Pacey tells him they went back to the boat. The Sheriff suggests that he and Pacey play a round of darts. Pacey says, "You're drunk, Dad!" In response, The Sheriff downs a shot, glaring at Pacey all the while. Pacey says nothing. The Sheriff says, "Look, Pace, I know you think I'm being hard on you. But it's my job to protect you." Then he gets up and goes over to the dartboard saying the usual stuff about seeing what Pacey can do, "youth against the master," blah blah blah fishcakes. They throw some darts, with a little trash talk in between, some of which, from Pacey, is, "Must be tough losing to your second-born, huh?" The Sheriff throws his last dart, evidently gets off a good shot, and then with far too much vigour, screams, "YES! Beat that." Pacey takes his place for his last throw. He gets ready, and with a confident expression, glances over his shoulder at The Sheriff, who is right in his face and glaring at him stonily. Pacey's face falls, and he throws, barely landing dart on the board. The Sheriff chortles, and very aggressively rubs Pacey's head and claps him on the back and shoves him, saying, "There's nothing wrong with losing, Pacey, as long as you do it gracefully." He staggers over for another drink, and while no one's watching, Pacey throws a bullseye. Of course.