Maverick's Prodigy (completed)

Fight Night ft. Elmo and Rocko

-Hard Deck Bar-

[Maverick rides his Ninja, passing the Hard Deck. He pulls a U-turn and drives back to the bar.]

[Maverick strides in, stops short, a yellow Labrador, "T", approaches. As he pets it.]

Mav: Hey T! Ooh you've gotten big.

[He looks up, seeing Amelia sitting at the empty bar, busy with her homework, out of place here.]

Amelia?

Amelia: I know. I got big. Bar opens at five.

Mav: Just came to pay off a debt. (confused) Is your m-

[Amelia puts her pen down, shouts upstairs]: MOM.

Mav: How's your dad?

Amelia: With his wife. In Hawaii.

[Penny enters from a back office. She stops, surprised to see Maverick.]

Amelia: Mav says he owes you money.

[Maverick winces, holds up a wad of cash.]

Penny: Don't worry about it. You've suffered enough.

Mav: I insist.

[Penny knows he won't budge, accepts the cash.]

Penny: One thing you can say about Captain Mitchell. He always keeps his affairs in order.

Amelia: (realizing) Captain? Still?

Mav: A highly decorated captain.

Amelia: And how's Parker? Is she still Captain as well?

Mav: She's doing well, and with her accomplishments she's bound for a promotion soon; though I don't know if she'll take it or not.

Penny: That's good to hear, she looked good when you were last here. (to Amelia) Finish up. We need to get the boat to the yard.

Amelia: I can't go.

Penny: What do you mean you can't go?

Amelia: Test tomorrow. I have to study. (off her look) They only told us today.

Penny: I can't sail her alone.

Amelia: Use the engine.

Penny: And why are we taking her to the yard?

Amelia (remembering): To fix the engine.

Mav: I can help you.

Penny: Mav.

Mav: Penny. I'm in the Navy.

-Ocean-

[A sailboat slams through whitecaps in high wind. Penny's at the wheel, with Mav beside her, very out of his element.]

Penny: Little rougher than I was expecting.

Mav: You don't say.

Penny: Pump on the backstay and de-power the sails.

Mav: What does that mean?

Penny: You're supposed to be in the Navy.

Mav: I don't sail boats, Penny. I land on them.

Penny: We're going to flatten the sail. Sort of like raising the flaps on an airplane.

Mav: To reduce drag.

Penny: Exactly.

Mav: How do I do that?

[Penny points to a handle by the wheel.]