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Okay, okay, okay, I've got it this time.

-Whoa. -Yes!

Odin's platter!

Is it lucky because it carries food

or unlucky because food falls through the holes?

Nobody knows.

Yep, we just strolled out of there.

Piece of cake.

Voilà.

If I must say so myself, and I must,

we are pretty darn cool.

In fact, there's probably no one cooler than us right now.

Agreed.

Mee, mee, mee, mee, mee...

What? Durango, as in the Durango,

the coolest quester and person ever, needs our help?

-Ahem. -Yes, yes!

Lana, you left me hanging.

Ran into a Nightshade Vipera in the Murky Mire.

It took a bite out of my stern,

but we both got our fill of adventure.

Permission to board?

Oh, my gosh, did you hear that, Bo?

Granted! Granted! Permission to board granted!

Uh, I am the captain here.

Permission to board not granted...

...by Lana.

Because it is granted by me. Welcome!

So where's this busted up catamaran?

There's a chunk missing.

Not sure you'll be able to fix it.

Excuse me?

Word to the wise.

You'd better let her try, or she'll fix you.

Huh! Would you look at that!

You've also got a hole in the hull!

Fist bump, minus one fist bumpee.

So this is what it feels like to be left hanging.

I don't like it.

Hey, Doc, could you give me a hand?

This is how civilized company

greets one another.

While you were breaking your small boat,

Lana and Boreas retrieved this. Oh.

You're welcome to admire it.

Odin's platter. It's perfect.

- It's full of holes. - But still valuable.

Go figure.

So it's going straight into the ship's safe.

Right this way!

Sprog, how about a fist bump?

Ah! Never mind.

Be my guest.

Okay, so, these are my Durango scrapbooks.

This one has all your press clippings and wanted posters.

What's in the other ones?

All your other scraps.

Mostly food scraps, breakfasts, lunches, dinners.

All I can say is, "Wow. Why?"

The question you should be asking yourself is, how?

Look, this is nice and all,

but I'm more of a lone wolf, so...

Maybe we can be lone wolves together!

Sure, kid.

We'll do a day trip adventure together,

or something, one day.

Deal! Since I can't write it in stone,

I'll just carve it into the hull of the ship.

Boreas!

Ship gossip mill tells me

you're looking for a fist bump,

and I'm here for you. Hold it up!

Oops! I don't know my own strength.

Hi! I made you this friendship bracelet

out of seaweed and human hair.

Mostly mine.

Uh, thanks, Lana, I guess. Go back to bed.

I've been working all night

and the only thing wrong with the Skeewiff is

that it's such a perfect piece of engineering,

it makes our ship look like a pile of junk.

Great news!

Huh? Mmm.

Dinner is served.

Morning!

Ready for our day trip adventure?

Greta gave the Skeewiff a clean bill of health.

Oh!

Ready to go?

Did you sleep here?

Sleep? Oh, no. I was too excited to sleep.

I've been waiting up all night.

Aw, you made us a picnic!

I'm thinking we could check out

an obscure abandoned island not charted on any map.

From one intrepid explorer of the seas to another,

I say, "Yar!"

Shall we try the fist bump again?

I'll be gentle this time.

Nice try, but maybe we should put a pin in the fist bumps

until after we deliver the platter to Admiral Lovejoy?

Yeah, you're right.

It's gone!

Yeah, sorta saw that one coming.

After you, kid.

All this cool adventuring has got me ready

-for a picnic lunch. -Don't open that!

Why do you have Odin's platter?

So that we could use it for our picnic.

You stole it!

I gave you a friendship bracelet

and you stole from the Mighty Windbreaker!

It's a nice bracelet, but you've got it all wrong.

That's not a platter at all.

And now you're stealing it from me again?

And using cool lasso moves?

It's not personal. I'm taking it for safekeeping.

Because what this is, is bigger than us, Lana.

I'll send a flying fish so your dad can pick you up.

Oh, it's personal.

So personal!

Huh?

Durango!

Where's my platter?

Show yourself!

Oh.

Mee, mee, mee, mee, mee...

Durango left Lana on Desert Island!

We're coming for you, Lana!

Hot dog! This kid is good! Huh?

Lana, monster!

Me, a monster?

The only monster is you!

You are so stubborn!

You are so rude!

I'm trying to help. What?

Friendship.

Mostly my own hair.

Ugh. When did I go soft?

Mmm?

You may have sacrificed the platter to save me,

but you're still the rottenest person I've ever met!

And I've met Rotten Remus, the fungus collector.

Fair.

Here's your bracelet back.

They're right when they say never meet your heroes.

I never asked to be anyone's hero.

Heroes are just people.

Nobody asks to be a hero.

When you become one, you... start acting like one.

Lana!

My ride's here.

See you, non-hero.

We saw what you did, Durango!

You stole the platter.

But also lost it while saving my daughter.

So, I'm no Viking lawyer, but maybe we're even.

Sorry we can't be friends.

Maybe one day we can be lone wolves together.

Well, you can hang on to it.

-For now. -Cool.

Also, I haven't lost the treasure.

Seafoam tastes like victory!

Durango really is the coolest.

There's just one thing that's still bugging me.

Durango said that the platter isn't a platter,

that it's about something bigger than us.

What do you think that means?

Not a platter? Mmm.

Remember how it had those holes in it?

Yeah, like a button. A giant-sized button.

Bo, this means Durango knows about the Titans.

Yes!