His boat is big and strong and bold, she has a stalwart bow
Chuck waited by the dock, looking out in the direction the...merpeople...were approaching from, according to the sensors. Merpeople. Just when he thought his life couldn't get any weirder. He really hoped they were friendly, because an alliance with mermaids would...well, it would make a really cool movie; he wasn't sure what actual good it would do yet.
He checked his sidearm for the third time, making sure he'd be able to draw it quickly if things went badly. He (and everyone else) tended to forget it, but he was part of the military side of the expedition - he did scientist work, fixing consoles and running the city's systems, but his first priority here was to defend the civilians.
He really hoped it wouldn't come to that, though. Shooting mermaids wouldn't make quite as nice a movie as making friends with them.
He checked his sidearm for the third time, making sure he'd be able to draw it quickly if things went badly. He (and everyone else) tended to forget it, but he was part of the military side of the expedition - he did scientist work, fixing consoles and running the city's systems, but his first priority here was to defend the civilians.
He really hoped it wouldn't come to that, though. Shooting mermaids wouldn't make quite as nice a movie as making friends with them.