[Ship's Horns Blows]

Griffin: "Hey! How are you holding up?" Milo's brother made an appearance from the door to the main site of the ship they were sailing. He was wearing a usual deep green military coat, one that would keep you from freezing even on the coldest Tundra. Although, that's just a figure of speech. He was also wearing a clean and charming smile on his face, one that easily became an awkward expression just by seeing the state of his brother right now. "Uh-huh, carrots... Again

Milo: "Why is there always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots..." He was definitely living his best moment right now. He was nauseous, the movement of the waves were too violent for him to take. And in response, his body did the only reflex he knew to launch in such situations. Although, he was weird about it because of the spilled content. "How long did you say that we're going to be in this expedition?"

Griffin: "At least a week... It's better for you to get used to this sensation." Griffin was a war medic that ascended to the rank of captain in both the Army and the Marine Forces, so it was more than obvious he is acclimated to this sort of sensation. After punching his brother's arm in a friendly manner, at least from his perspective, he started to walk down the hall of the ship, carrying a bag similar to his brother's, although he also carried a briefcase. Presumably where all his equipment is set.

Packard: "Attention. All hands to the launch bay! To whoever took the "L" from the Motor Pool sign... Ha ha, we are all very amused." The women on the speaker had a death sort of tone, one that tells you that this woman has seen probably anything that this world could offer.

Milo: "Excuse me? I need to, uh, report in?" While his brother follows him, just so he doesn't get lost or worse, embarrass himself in front of someone important. Milo was looking for the first person he could interrupt from their activities, just to know where he should go to register as present for the operation.

Helga: "Yes, Mr. Thatch?" The person that responded to his question, was no other than the one that help him to be recruited for the mission. The U.S./German Bon Bon, Helga Sinclair. Or like Griffin had referred as Ms. Claus, after her rather unique entrance on the Thatch's apartment. But now he had a new nickname for her, a rather simple and direct one.

Griffin: "If isn't the Blondie!" He had a rather flirty smirk on his face, trying to get on the nerves of the woman. He got in front of her, he tower over her at least by half a head. Although that didn't seem to bother her in the slightest, in all her years in war, she must have lost count of all the guys that she put down, many more bigger that the one displayed in front of her.

She actually returned the gesture, and had that same flirty smirk on her lips. Then fast like a Cheetah, our Captain, was pinned to his position with two knives at point blank range from his neck. One at the back and the other at the very front of his neck, any sudden movement and he could puncture an important artery with ease. And everyone knows what would happen if it came to that. But on the contrary to Milo, that right now was cowering behind his bag, Griffin didn't move a muscle and the smile was still plastered on that pretentious smirk of his.

Helga: "Don't call me, Blondie!" She said in front of his face, with basically just one centimeter to separate them from one another. They could feel the hot breath from the other, it was something so invigorating for their minds, there was nothing more than adrenaline running through their veins. Some strings of her hair fell out of place on her forehead, and with a simple puff from her voluptuous red libs, they moved back in place.

Griffin: "Knives at me?..." He said not moving from his place, and turning that same smirk into a playful expression and tone. "That's not a threat, it's a Monday..." He said with a little blow of his mint breath at her face. A rather bold move, considering that he was doing this to the person that basically had his life in her hands. What a power move.

These two were something else, Milo and the people around them didn't know if they were fighting or planning on talking to one another in first person, if you know what I mean. But that heated standoff with a bunch of sexual pressure wasn't going to stand any further.

Cookie: "Blondie, I got a bone to pick with you." An old skinny guy saw as the carriage he was on was descending from the platform of the ship.

Helga: "Ahg! Hold that thought..." She retrieved her weapons from the neck of the soldier, and that interruption ruined her fun with him. She put her knives back in the pockets inside her jackets. and simply stranded with her arms crossed in front of the old man. "What is it this time , Cookie?"

Cookie: "You stuffed my wagon full to bustin' with non-essentials. Look at all this... cinnamon, oregano, cilantro. What in the cockadoodle is cilantro?..." The old man was also annoyed, he was supposed to be the cook of the expedition, and all his things seemed to be moved as well as filled with ingredients that he had never considered vital to a human's diet. Especially, a diet that's supposed to give energy to someone in this type of field work.

During his whole complaints, the military woman didn't do anything other than stand there and mess with the lipstick on her mouth. It was clear that she didn't want to deal with Cookie at a time like this, or any time for that matter.

"And what is this?" If he wasn't already pissed off as he lifted a green ball of leaves.

Helga: "That would be lettuce." She explained simply.

Cookie: "Lettuce?Lettuce?!" It was a two way-road to understand what was his problem right now, either he never saw this vegetable in his entire life or he simply didn't want to acknowledge that it existed.

Helga: "It's a vegetable, Cookie. The men need the four basic food groups." She played with the lettuce in her hand, throwing it in the air to land again in her hand.

Cookie: "I got your four basic food groups! Beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard!" The man seriously was missing a lot of screws, because neither those were the basic groups of food, but he also said four when he lifted only three fingers.

[Warning Alarms Sounds]

Helga: "All right, cowboy. Pack it up and move it out." She shoved the lettuce back, and the old man as a result fell backward in his carriage. And simply, the so-called "Blondie" just started to make her way to the bridge of the ship.

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Author: "I'm going to pause the story right here to appreciate something in this scene....

Author: "...THE THICCNESS!!!"

All right, that was everything I needed to say, now let's continue with the usual program...

Production please, let's continue...

LIGHTS!!!

CÁMARA!!!

ACTION!!!

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But the soldier with whom she just had a moment that is really hard to define either as a flirt or as a real threat, didn;t miss the opportunity to make a return because of the view that now invaded his eyes as she was preparing to leave.

Griffin: "I hate when you leave, but I love to see you go!" I don't think I have words or the necessity to explain what he was doing or what his intentions were. This comment made Blondie smirk, giving him a little side-glimpse from her eyes, as she rolled them over as a way to show how immature he was.

But she didn't really fight back or at least tried to turn him down, it seemed to his eyes that she actually enjoyed that comment. Just from him, although.

Cookie: "There's no doubt that you are a special one." He said as he was out of his carriage and he just joined his side. Mile was also there beside him.

As Griffin put his attention back at the comment and in the game in general. He just slapped both of them at the back of the head for them to put their minds out of the gutter.

Griffin: "You heard the lady, get a move on!" He started to walk to the elevator where the other workers of the expedition were going.

Packard [Intercom]: "Attention. All Hands to the launch bay. Final loading in progress." There were so many soldiers, engineers, and maintenance personnel that there was barely any space left on the cargo elevator, only Milo and Griffin were able to make some space for the two of them.

When they finally reached the lowest platform, they proceeded to look at the construction of the submarine that was going to be used. A man with a cart filled with what appears to be all sorts of explosives. Only him and God knows what other stuff of that nature has in storage there.

Vinny: "Hey, Junior. Of you're lookin' for the pony rides, they're back there... Excuse me." He was referring to Milo, his soft demeanor and innocent form of moving simply gave it away his inexperience. But he was a little taken back with the soldier next to him, it towering over him in both height and muscles. And although he had dealt with policemen and the military, but Griffin gave him an intimidating sense all over his body. And as a result, he gave a nod out of respect, something that Griffin returned.

Milo: "Excuse me? You dropped your dy-dy-dy-dynamite. Heh heh heh..." He had spent a lot of time in the museum, he probably didn't reflect when something like a pen or pencil was dropped. But raising the object to his eyes, he realized the true danger that he was running with something like that in his hand. "What else have you, uh, got in there?"

And as that question was asked, his big brother finally noticed and took the red stick explosive from his little brother's hands.

Griffin: "Oh, no, no... You are not allowed near anything flammable!" He took the dynamite from his hand and dropped it back in the cart. "Remember the curtains of Aunt Petunia after the fireworks of July 4th."

Milo: "For the love of god, I was ten, and Nick was the one who challenged me!"

Griffin: "Nick wasn't even there!" But before their family dispute could continue, Vinny was looking at them back with his unamused look that only screamed the word "Awkward" on the situation at hand. As the two brothers coughed to break the tension and regain what was left of their composure.

Milo: "Sorry you witnessed that... Well you were saying?" He said with his interest back on the content of the metal cart.

Vinny: "Oh, eh, gunpower, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and paper clips. Big ones. You know, just, uh, office supplies." After that entertaining explanation, he simply followed his path, he needed to hurry in order for him to load all the demolition equipment.

Whitmore: "Milo! Where have you been? I want you to meet Commander Rourke. He led the Iceland team that brought the Journal back." Preston, he was wearing a blue navy suit that was characteristic of a sailor of the era. He was standing at the side of a taller and much muscular man that looked around his forties with white hair, dressed in a green military suit. The insignia really showed his rank as Commander.

Rourke: "Milo Thatch. Pleasure to meet the grandson of old Thaddeus. I see you got that Journal. Nice picture, but I prefer a good western myself." He said as he was in front of the young and academic Thatch. But then he looked at his side, and finally noticed the older Thatch or as the military knew him, Captain Thatch.

Rourke: "And Captain Thatch!" He raised his arms in what could be described as surprise, but after seeing the registration of participants, he kind of expected him. It was more like a welcome in a way.

Griffin: "Commander Rourke." He showed all his respect through that acknowledgement as well as a handshake the two of them offered to the other.

Milo: "Do you guys know each other?" He was confused by the familiarity of such a reception.

Rourke: "Kind of. All sorts of stories and rumors have been running around about this guy."

Milo: "Of what kind?"

Rourke: "Ha, I see you have kept him on the dark Griffin, He he. Well, Griffin Thatch is the name glued to a War Medic that ascended through the ranks in a lapse of two years, breaking multiple records. Becoming the head of the Special Forces Unit. Just to name a few." He crossed his arms to his chest as he looked with a satisfying smile.

Milo: "What does it mean to be in the Special Forces?" He turned to his brother.

Griffin: "It means that when the military is stuck with a problem... which is constantly, they call me." He said with overflowing confidence earning the surprise from his brother, but an amused look from the other two older men, Whitmore was right when he said Griffin wasn't a man easy to contact. He was the last resort of the Government in war conflicts.

Rourke: "A perfect record as well." He said referring to all the amount of missions that he had completed. The Special Forces could lose one or many of his members on the attempts, but they never failed in completing a mission. He then placed a toothpick on his mouth.

Whitmore: "Pretty Impressive, eh?" Whitmore hitted the sides of the two Thatch to call their attention to the Submarine that was going to be used on the expedition. It was humongous and by the design and materials used to build it, it was a gold mine of engineering and money.

Milo: "Boy, when you settle a bet, y-you settle a bet." Seeing the submarine on a scale model was incredible and exciting and now he had the real thing right within his grasp.

Whitmore: "Well, your granddad always believed you couldn't put a price on the pursuit of knowledge."

Griffin: "Amen." He said with a nod and closed eyes. Truer words were never said.

Milo: "Well, uh, believe me this'll be a small change compared to the value of what we're gonna learn on this trip."

Rourke: "Yes, this should be enriching for all of us." He straightened his posture to stand high and mighty, just what you would expect from a soldier of such high rank.

Packard [Intercom]: "Attention Personnel. Launch will commence in 15 minutes."

Rourke: "Mr. Whitmore." Rourke simply pronounced his name as a form of farewell, as he started to ascend through the platform into the submarine.

Whitmore: "Rourke." The old man returned the gesture with a salute of his own.

Rourke: "It's time." He announced to the pair of brothers for them to get in.

Milo: "Bye, Mr. Whitmore!"

Whitmore: "Make us proud, boys!" As the brothers got in the old man looked upon them with a prideful smile. Seeing that the grandsons of his best friend were in a departure to follow his same steps and saving the will of his grandfather.

Diving Officer: "Rip ship for dive!"

Chief of the Watch: "Aye, sir! Rig ship for dive."

Rourke: "Diving Officer, submerge the ship. Make the depth 1-5-0 feet. And where is my Lieutenant?" He asked with calmness for the blond woman that is his second in command as he maneuvered the directions of all his officials, preparing to submerge.

Random Soldier: "She is preparing in her assigned dorm. It will be quick."

Diving Officer: "Make the depth 1-5-0 feet."

Intercom: "Dive, dive! Five degrees down bubble."

Diving Officer: "Take us down."

Packard: "Attention. Tonight's supper will be baked beans. Musical program to follow... Who wrote this?" It seemed that Packard was the main objective of the personnel pranks, they probably enjoy that sort of death tone reaction from her, funny seeing her sink more into desperation. "Ugh, I need a moment." She seemed to abandon her role for a few minutes to have a short break. She was so used to her job that she left without a care in the world.

Griffin and Milo were moving through the halls of the submarine searching for their respective dorm. Milo could barely hold his bags while Griffin was just watching him from the side, enjoying his struggle. They finally found the first dorm, which according to the pieces of paper that were administered at the entrance of the submarine, during their report in, this one was for Milo.

Griffin: "Well, I suppose I'll leave you here. Mine must be in the other hall. Are you sure that you are going to be alright by yourself?"

Milo: "Griffin, you have been away far too long, I can take care of myself perfectly." He said with a tone of "As a matter of fact," as he fixed his glasses as a way to show confidence.

Griffin: "Like you did at the museum?" He said smugly with a smirk on his face, he remembered the whole ordeal that went down at the entrance of the museum when Griffin came back a few days later. It was a clear sign that he had a rough time handling things on his own.

Milo: "Ha-ha-ha...!" He said with a sarcastic remark as his face returned to be serious with an air of goofiness. "You are never going to let me live that down. Do you?"

Griffin: "For the record, no. It's a really juicy story to let it been forgotten." He said as he planned to use that embarrassment to tell the future generations of the Thatch Family. It was going to be priceless.

Milo: "It's not my fault, everything I try, seems just to blow up in my face." He tried things really hard, but he never got them as he wanted them to happen. He hopes that this expedition becomes another number in his list of failures.

Griffin: "Yeah, you have a strange talent for that." The result of such remarks only made the younger Thatch sink even deeper in his own frustration. His brother already teased him enough, and thought about giving him a break. "You want me to go already." He said with a smile.

Milo: "Yes, what I need is a vacation far away from you." He said as he moved his finger around his forehead, giving himself a little massage. This is the way normal brothers act usually, they love each other when it matters but the rest of the time, they can't stand each other.

Griffin: "Aye, aye, captain." He said as a joke as he continued his way to his designed dorm, doing nothing more than a little playful salute to Milo, before he disappeared down the corridor.

Milo observed that the dorm consisted of a little room with 4 beds in two sets of two. Well, he didn't expect for him to have a lot of space, it was an expedition after all, and the space needed to be spread among 200 people or more in this ship.

Milo: "Ah!" He lay down and closed his eyes to relax on one of the beds that was placed at the bottom. But his beauty sleep was interrupted as a weird creature observed him from the bed above him. He didn't acknowledge his existence until the creature turned on the lights of a lamp that was installed on his hat.

Mole: "You have disturbed the dirt!" The creature whispers with a clear bad intention.

Milo: "Uh, pardon me?" He still didn't understand what was going on, he was busier trying to massage the part of his head that was impacted by the metal above his head at his sudden surprise.

Mole: "You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe spanning the centuries! [Gasp] What have you done? England must never merge with France!" The creature finally revealed himself completely, it was a tiny chubby man in dirty clothes of exploration. He screamed at him as he moved the covers of the bed to reveal multiple and tiny sets of dirt with different flags from all over the world. He tried to fix them with a little artifact that was on his hat once again.

Milo: "What's it doing' in my bed?" He said with sudden surprise and a little bit of indignation as those dirts weren't meant to be placed in something like a bed.

Mole: "You ask too many questions. Who are you? Who sent you? Speak up!"

Milo: "Me? I'm, uh..."

Mole: "Bah! I will know soon enough." He got a pair of forceps from his pocket and started to pull Milo's arm. It looked as if he wanted to take something from him.

Milo: "Hey, hey, hey! Let go!" Milo yelled in clear indignation over the actions of this man, that was beyond weird and barely known.

Mole: "Do not be such a crybaby. Hold still. Aha!" He kept pulling on his arm as he was placing the forceps at the peak of one of Milo's fingers, until he achieved what he wanted. It was a tiny piece of dirt that was stuck on his finger. "There you are. Now tell me your story, my little friend.''He augmented the reach of the goggles on his head until he could view everything of that sample into a really minuscule level.

"Parchment fiber from the Nile circa 500 B.C. Lead pencil, number 2. Paint flecks of a type used in government buildings. You have a cat, short-haired persian, two years old, third in a little of seven. There are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker... And linguists." He enlisted all the facts that he could see on just that tiny sample, it was a very impressive display. Although, a little disgusting as he tasted the dirt with his tongue. It was some sort of crazy genius when it came about the dirt.

Milo: "Hey, how did you..." He wanted to question how on earth could he make such exact conclusions from something so simple and tiny. But he abruptly interrupted as Mole forcely tried to get rid of him.

Mole: "This is an outrage! You must leave at once! Out, out, out, out, out!" He kept pushing Milo and all his things until he collided with a man of dark skin that was double his size.

Sweet: "Uh-oh. Sait in the dirt, didn't you? Moliere, now what have I told you about playing nice with the other kids? Get back. I've got soap, and I'm not afraid to use it." He called the attention of Mole like he was a little kid, the man in question wanted to fight back but was suddenly stopped with the sole presence of the bar of soap.

Mole: [Hisses] It was obvious that this weird sort of mole - human breed - didn't like soup, not even a tiny bit as he went back to the safety of his bed.

Sweet: "Back, foul creature! Back to the pit from which you came!..." Just to make sure that he returned fast and also so he stays in there, he started to hit him with a wet towel. "The name;s Sweet. Joshua Sweet. Medical Officer.'

Milo: "Yeah, Milo Thatch."

Sweet: "Milo Thatch. You're my 3:00. Well, no time like the present." He said happily as he got all his medical equipment, his white coat, head mirror, and why not? A handsaw.

Milo: "Oh, boy!" He didn't know why he would need something like that for a routine inspection. Those things aren't used unless you need to chop something off.

Sweet: "Nice, isn't it? The catalog says that this little beauty can swa through a femur in 28 seconds. I'm betting I can cut that time in half." He saved the saw with the rest of his equipment as he now had a normal and simple wooden stick. "Now, stick out your tongue and say "ahh." He mimicked what he wanted Milo to do, to stick his tongue out of his mouth.

Milo: "Oh, no, really, I have a... Ahh." He was interrupted as he was forced with ease to open his mouth for this inspection. Sweet really knew his game as he started to examine the interior's of Milo's mouth with great expertise.

Sweet: "So, where are you from?" He wanted to do a simple conversation starter, many doctors do that with their patience in order to have a bond with them and have an easier time through the examination.

Milo: [Grunting]

Sweet: "Really? I have a family up that way. Beautiful country up there. Do you do any fishing?" He said as he took out the wooden stick and now he placed a thermometer.

Milo: [Garbled speech] He tried to speak normally but the thermometer didn't allow it.

Sweet: "Me? I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the taste, hate the smell, and hate all them little bones. Here, I'm gonna need you to fill these up." He continued his conversation, but at the end he raised two flasks that were probably more than a liter each.

Milo: [Sputters] "With what?" A good question indeed, although the options were really limited, there's basically only four types of fluid that run freely out of the body, orine, sweat, saliva, and seme- You get the idea. And he probably would end up dehydrated before he could even fill one of them.

Packard: "Will Milo Thatch please report to the bridge?" Milo was saved by the bell, or in this case, he was saved by Packard.

Milo: "Thank you. I mean uh, uh, nice meeting you." Retire himself from the dorm. He didn't really expect for him to have such weird roommates. He was probably thinking that he should have accepted Griffin's help.

Sweet: "Uh-huh. Nice meeting you, too."

As Milo started to make his way through the corridor he just talked to himself, thinking about how his brother is doing in his own dorm.

Milo: "I hope Flint is doing better than me."

Meanwhile

Griffin was getting to the other side of the sleeping quarters, he just whistled along the way. And after a minute of finally reaching the assigned number of his room. He simply got the door open without a second thought but was surprised by what was expected of him inside. He let his things fall on the nearest bed and simply took off his coat as he had a tied white shirt that basically left nothing to the imagination of his fit body.

But then the door of what appears to be the bathroom swings open. There was a little steam coming out of the shower as the person in regard took a hot bath. It was no other than Helga Sinclair in all her glory with nothing more than a pair of grey snickers and a bra that matched the color. She was passing a towel all over her body trying to dry herself as much as possible. But it took seconds for both of them to realize the other was in the room. And Griffin was the first one to react.

Griffin: "Wow, shower and a show!" He said sarcastically as he tried his best to laugh it out and not look at the women in that exposed state. Although, it was clear he wasn't bothered.

The next thing he knew is that almost in seconds, his forehead was threatened with a handgun. She literally took out of nowhere and in almost blinding speed the gun in question. Griffin only put a smile and his hands up without really feeling the threat.

Helga: "Tell me, since when showing a little interest, gives you the audacity to sneak a peek like that?"

Griffin: "Where did you have the gun?" He was a little surprised, because her equipment was far away from her and unless she had the gun during her shower, he didn't understand where she got it from so fast.

Helga: "Care less about where the gun was, and more about what I am going to do with it right now." She avoided the question with a smart remark of her own. "Now, speak?"

Griffin: "Well, you see, this happens to be my room... Blondie!" He said having his fun, and like last time testing the waters between the blond woman in front of him that seemed to like the thought of having his life in her hands.

But that was the drop that spilled the glass, as Helga did a lower round kick at the feets of the soldier and made him fall. As she got on top of him, with her gun pointed at the center of his forehead once again. Her large golden hair was spread in front of their faces as she lowered her head so he could hear her warning.

Helga: "Don't...Call me, "Blondie." She said with a smile as the gun now made a sudden click sound. It showed that now it is loaded.

Griffin: "Alright, I won't." He said simply with a smile and teasing tone. But before she could register the response she was suddenly moved from her position abruptly and was now laying on the ground. With her whole hair spread on the metal floor of the submarine. As she saw that Griffin was kneeling on top of her with his hand now pressing her neck. And the gun was long lost in a part of the room. "Blondie!" He said with a smile.

It was needless to say that the whole room was filled with the sexual tension of these two, who don't know when their little games are going to end up too far. But the tension was suddenly dropped as the metal door of the entrance was once again opened revealing Audrey.

Audrey: "Guys, the commander want us to--- Oh god!" She finally acknowledges the situations of the individuals inside. As she saw how Griffin was kneeling on top of Helga, a woman that was right now only in her undergarments on the floor and with the towel thrown at the side. She tried to cover her eyes, while she walked backwards. The other two were frozen solid, they never expected for someone to enter in such a situation. "Agrh, the Commander wants everyone on the bridge now." She said as she left. "Argh, Now I have a mental picture." The comment of Audrey could be heard by the rapid steps of Audrey leaving the scene.

The others that were left in that compromise situation, had a reaction that nobody expected. They started to laugh as Griffin got on his feet and once fully standing, he offered his hand to Helga which she accepted.

Helga: "See. You now traumatized the poor girl." She said as she hit his arm while laughing.

Griffin: "She is going to need therapy after this." He said as he took out another jacket from his bag and put it on. He didn't think too much into it, because he needed to present himself on the bridge as fast as possible. "Let's call it a truce, and be more careful before everyone gets the wrong idea." He said as he got to Helga's gun and handed it to her.

Helga: "With you around me, yeah right." She took the pistol from his hands as she smiled and rolled her eyes to the situation that they had built until now. As she proceeds to change to a more proper attire. This time, it looked like she wasn't bothered by him in the room now.

These two were a weird pair to say the least.

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Packard: "So I said to him, "What's wrong with my meatloaf?" And he says to me... Oh. Hold on a second, Margie, I got another call. Sir, we're approaching coordinates. Hello, Margie? Yeah, so anyways, he says..." Packard proceeds to tell her tale about her meatloaf to her friend on the phone which must be found as surprising because they were to an extreme depth. How could she still have reception?

Rourke: "All right, let's have a look around."

Helga: "Aye, sir. Set course to 2-4-0. on the bow planes." She said as she got at the front to deliver the orders to all the officials incharge of the stability and movement of the ship.

Officer: "Come right 2-4-0."

Rourke: "Welcome to the bridge, Thatchs." He said as both Griffin and Milo made presence on the bridge in front all the vital members of this expedition. "OK, everybody, I want you to give to the Thatch your undivided attention." He communicated to everyone on the bridge at the moment.

Milo: "Good afternoon. Can everyone hear me OK? Heh, Ok, uh, how.." He said nervously as he got in front of everyone with a board behind him. As he didn't know how to actually do things in this sort of situation. He practiced but never with real people, he trained himself with nothing more than a few mannequins.

Griffin: " The slides."He whispers rather rapidly to his brother, covering his mouth to not make it so blankly obvious.

Milo: "What?" He said as he could quite hear him.

Griffin: "The slides." This time it was a little louder, he didn't want to repeat himself a third time.

Milo: "Oh, yeah, right. The first slide is a depiction of a creature. A creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it." He finally got the projector on and started to emphasize how horrific the creature of the picture was.

But instead of getting a creature all he got in a picture was an image of himself in a full-body swimsuit, with a pair of floaties, and a fishing rod. Standing at the side of the beach. This earned the laugh and humiliation of everyone in there.

Packard: "Hubba, hubba."

Milo: "That's... wrong." He said as he finally realized that most of his slides of the exposition were probably mixed up with his own personal slides.

Griffin: "Lord give me patience!" He whispers to himself as he facepalms due to the frustration of his brother's incompetence. "I told you to have your equipment in order, I told you thousands of times." He was still facepalming as he whisper-shout his d

Audrey: "Audrey: "God, are those two really related, I mean look at them." She looked upon the two bearers of the name Thatch. "The first one is a War Medic Captain with a bunch of different expertise. While the other looks just like your everyday bookworm nerd, I used to take lunch money from guys like this."

Vinny: "I mean, I see the resemblance, but they are polar opposites." He found many differences between the Thatch brothers, Griffin was tall, muscular, he looked heroic and born for success, but then there was Milo, tiny, insignificant, and insecure. Then he pointed to Griffin. "He looks like he could eat several Milo for dinner." At his last remark, Audrey and Vinny laugh in silence trying to maintain the conversation just between them.

Milo: "Anyway, this uh..." He finally got his shit together and placed the right slide into the projector, showing the image of what looks like a lobster drawn in black ink. "OK. This is an illustration of the Leviathan, the creature guarding the entrance to Atlantis."

Vinny: "With something like that... I would have white wine, I think."

Griffin: "According to the bible, this creature was created by god on the first day of creation. He created a pair of them, but they were so powerful that he thought that his other creations would be in danger, so he killed one of them. And only he would be able to defeat him on the last day." He explained to the other in a voice and tone that simply made you pay attention to him.

Milo: "It's a mythical sea serpent. He's described in the Book of Job. The... the bible says.."Out of his mouth go burning lights sparks of fire shoot out." But more likely it's a carving or a sculpture to frighten the superstitious." He continued his brother's introduction on the creature.

Rourke: "So we find this masterpiece. Then what?" He was asking the most important question right now.

Mole: "When do we dig?" Mole appeared all of a sudden in front of everybody, he didn't seem to care about anything else that wasn't about him and his dirt.

Griffin: "Actually, we don't have to dig. You see, according to the Journal, the path to Atlantis will take us down a tunnel at the bottom of the ocean, and we'll come up a curve into an air pocket right here, where we'll find the remnants of an ancient highway that will lead us to Atlnatis. Kind of like the grease trap in your sink." He started to draw all the factors and explanations on the board.

Helga: "Doctor, Militar, Plumber. Hard to believe he's still single." She said her thoughts about the Griffin Thatch out loud without a care in the world.

Audrey: "Yeah, you wouldn't like him if he wasn't." She scolded Helga with a smug smile on those plumb and red lips of her as she made the remark remembering what she witnessed just a few minutes ago.

Helga didn't appreciate the comment and her expression left it clear, but suddenly she smiled once again. As she just hitted Audrey at the back of her neck rather hard and fast.

Audrey: "OWW!"

Officer: "Captain, you'd better come look at this, sir."

Rourke: "OK, Class Dismissed. Give me exterior lights." Everyone started to disperse going back into their roles. And now all the attention was at the front of the bridge as the lights revealed all sorts of ships and planes completely destroyed. "... Look at that."

Milo: "There are ships here from every era."

Packard: "Commander, I think you should hear this." Packard heard something of strange nature in her headset. It was hard to recognize, the sound was something completely new for her in all her years completing this role.

Milo: "Predeshtem logtu nug... nah geb." He was reading from the Journal trying to translate.

Packard: "Commander? Commander?" Continue to try to call his attention in order for him to hear that weird sound.

Milo: "There you will find the path to the gateway." He said finally able to translate everything into english.

Packard: "Commander?"

Rourke: "Yes, Mrs. Packard. What is it?" He finally acknowledges the Middle Age woman calling him. But it seemed as if he wanted to distract himself from the words of Milo, that probably had already irritated most of them.

Packard: "I'm picking up something on the hydrophone... I think you should hear."

Rourke: "Put it on speakers..." Packard follows his instruction, flipping a switch on her hydrophone as the sound now replays for everyone on the ship through the speakers. "What is it? A pod of whales?"

Packard: "Uh-uh. Bigger." She said negating the statement.

Helga: "It sounds metallic. Could be an echo off one of the rocks." She started to mess with the hydrophone to see if she could get better quality of sound to discover what is causing it.

Packard: "Do you want to do my job? Be my guest." She said uninterested in Helga.

Milo: "Is it just me, or is that getting louder?" He was preoccupied that whatever was causing that sound would be getting inching closer and closer.

Helga: "Well, whatever it was, it's gone now." She said to everyone on the bridge in order for them to be calm and proceed with their mission.

Griffin: "If it's gone, it means it's alive and if it is as big as Packard says, then we must be careful. We don't know how far it really is." He tried to come up with a warning, we don't know what they are dealing with. If not, it could mean death.

Rourke: "Helmsman! Bring us about, tighten our search pattern and slow us to..." He commanded the officials to change the course of the ship.

But it he wasn't able to finish his explanation as they suddenly were moved violently to the side. Something of great proportions just had an impact with them. Everyone started to panic and scream as they tried to make a count of the damages and still be at the defensive of whatever that was.

Audrey: "Out of the way." She pushed through many screaming men. She was trying to reach one of the communicators to tell the bridge what was the amount of damage that they received.

Rourke: "Tell Cookie to melt the butter and break out the bibs. I want this lobster served up on a silver platter." He informed Helga, it was time to get the offensive against this thing if they wanted to leave alive out of this one.

Helga: "Load the torpedo bays! Subpod crews, battle stations!" She informed all the officials. They started to disperse and set their roles and machinery into attack mode.

Rourke [Intercom]: "Steady, boys. Don't panic!" The voice of the Commander was there to raise the morale of all the ones in his charge, he truly was someone experienced in all this. His voice in a way really relieves your burdens... Until you have a Giant Mythological Creature right on your tail.

Milo: "Jiminy Christmas! It 's a machine!" Milo was abruptly moved from where she was standing and landed on the windows in front of the bridge, right in front of one of the eyes of that creature.

Griffin: "Milo!" He jumped towards his brother. With great speed he not only took the arms of his brother but with the other he grabbed one of the metal bars of the bridge. And he dragged his brother back with him into a safer position. Captain America Style.

Officer #1: "Wait, wait! Uhh! Launch subpods!"

Officer # 2: "Subpods away."

The sub pods launch multiple missiles, but none of them seem to even scratch the surface of the creature, but it was enough for it to be distracted and let loose the bigger ship from it's tweezers.

Rourke: "We're free. All ahead full. Fire Torpedoes!"

Audrey: "Get me the bridge!" She finally got to one of the communicators, she knew that there wasn't anything left to do in order to save the submarine. Evacuation was the only option.

Packard: "Sir, it's engineering on four." Packard seemed to be the only one unaffected by all these attacks.

Audrey [Intercom]: "Rourke! We took a big hit down here and we're taking on water fast. I don't want to be around when it hits the boilers.

Rourke: "How much time do we have?"

Audrey: "20 minutes if the bulkhead holds..." There was a sudden noise behind here, some sort of explosion perhaps. But she knew very well that the thing that had just been blown up was the bulkhead that she was talking about. Now their time was severely reduced. "You better make that five."

Rourke: "You heard the lady. Let's move!"

Helga: "Move!"

Milo: "Where? Move where?"

Griffin: "Milo! Get your ass over here!" He screamed as he once again started to drag his brother to the design location in order for him to be saved. It was a good thing Milo had his brother there with him, otherwise who knows what would have happened to him.

Helga: "Packard, sound the alarm!"

Packard: "He took his suitcase? Marge, honey, I don't think he's coming' back." This woman still didn't ended the call with her friend. This woman is so dense to violence right now, that she could die one of the worst deaths there is, and still she wouldn't care.

Helga: "Packard!" She screams desperately because of this middle aged woman that didn't know where the priorities were.

Packard: "I have to call you back... No, no, I'll call you." Finally, she ended her call. This author hopes that the conversation was worth it.

Packard [Intercom]: "All hands, abandon ship."

Helga: "Move it, people! Sometime today would be nice!" Everyone was moving to their designated locations for them to be safe during the blast off of the emergency submarine.

Rourke: "Come on! Everybody grab a seat and buckle in. Lieutenant, get us out of here!..." He told the blond woman who seemed to be having a hard time moving the lever to finally get out of here. "Lieutenant!"

Helga: "I'm working on it!" The lever seemed to be really stuck, she put both hands in the lever trying to move it. But it seemed her strength wasn't enough. Suddenly, two other hands gripped the lever just above hers. She turned around to find Griffin helping her. They both nodded to one another and the lever with the two pushing at the same time, were finally able to activate the mechanism.

All the others were safely on their seats, except for Griffin. Because of his help with the lever he was the only one that wasn't glued to a seat. So, the force of the launching was tough, so he gripped as tight as he could the seat of Helga to maintain his balance.

Rourke: "Hang on. Where to, Mr. Thatch?" He started to

Milo: "We're looking for a big crevice of some kind."

Griffin: "There!" He pointed out the great abbism that formed between two parts of dirt.

Rourke: "Up ahead. All craft, make your mark." He followed the direction of Griffin and told the directions through the radio to all the personnel.

Helga: "Roger! 20 degrees down angle!"

Man: "Right behind you!"

Mole: "Sacre bleu!" He didn't like for him to be screamed at. But we can all agree that that didn't matter in the slightest.

Man (2): "We're getting killed out here! Look out!" The rest of the subpods were following behind the main course but every single one of them were destroyed by the Leviathan as nothing more than flies. Some were getting destroyed by it's laser while the others were crushed by the it's humongous body.

Everything was a fast persecution in order to find the structure that the Thatchs had described in their explanation.

Milo: "It's only a grease trap. It's just like a sink. It's only a grease trap. It's just like a sink!"

They finally got into the tunnel, but yet even entering in there was dangerous as the creature seemed to be able to fit in there just enough to keep blasting them with the plasma laser escaping from its mouth. They were only going to be safe until they found the underwater cavern that was described in the journal.

And finally in a race against time, after making many sacrifices and trying to speed their way into an opportunity of survival, they finally reached the air battle in the cavern and it seemed that the Leviathan couldn't get that far away.

They had survived, but they had lost most of their resources as well as most of the people that were with them. There were only some of them remaining.

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Everyone was gathered around the shore of the cavern. It was a gloomy situation. There was nothing for them right now aside from lamenting all the lives that had been lost in this calamity. Sweet commemorated all those lives of engineers, mechanics, officers all of them with a candle floating in a hat. That was the least and best they could do, to make sure they didn't die in vain. As well as completing this mission.

Rourke: "Seven hours ago, we started this expedition with 200 of the finest men and women I've ever known. We're all that's left, I won't sugar-coat it, gentlemen. We have a crisi on our hands. But we've been up this particular creek before and we've always come through, paddle or no paddle. I see no reason to change that policy now." Although he was sad as well about the development of this situation. He couldn't afford to fall right now, everyone searched for him in order to attain inspiration and hope, so there was no time for lamentations.

During his speech the two doctors that were with them right now, were making honor to their profession. As both, Griffin and Sweet were attending the last patiences that were wounded during the whole persecution. When Griffin cured the last soldier on his side, he approached Helga. He let his hand fall on her shoulder to make sure that she knows his support is with her. Helga turned and looked upon Griffin, who was giving her a sad smile. But a smile returned as she patted his hand on her shoulder.

Griffin: "First time losing someone in battle?" He asked, trying to make some conversation and make sure that Helga doesn't bottle up everything within herself.

Helga: "No, definitely not the first. But you never get used to the feeling." She said as she turned around at the hat that was losing itself in the distance, only with the light of the candle to witness how much it had moved.

Griffin: "Hey." He called her attention back once again, although this was not in a loud tone or anything. He now had a smile. "You own me one." He said referring to the fact that he helped her with the lever at the right time.

Helga: "I had everything under control." She said trying to follow the funny remark of her companion, it was clear that his intention was to cheer her up. Then her smile got to a normal demeanor, more one of appreciation. "Thank you."

"From here on in, everyone pulls double duty. Everyone drives, everyone works." All the hands that were left needed to take double turns in everything to make up for all the work forces that needed to be filled. "Looks like all our chances for survival rest with you, Mr. Thatch. You and that little book."

Packard: "We're all gonna die." You are inspiring, Packard.

Rourke: "Ok, people. Saddle up. Lieutenant, I want this convoy moving five minutes ago."

Helga: "Moliere, you're on point. No, vinny, Audrey's taking the oiler. You know the rules. I want you 50 yards behind that truck at all times. And, Packard, put out that cigarette."

Rourke: "Are you sure you're checked out on this class of vehicle?" He saw Milo playing with the horn of one of the vehicles.

Milo: "Uhh..." He wasn't so sure of his abilities behind the wheel.

Rourke: "Can you drive a truck?"

Milo: "Pfft! Heh heh. Of course I can drive a truck. I mean sure, you got the steering, and your gas, and your brake, and, of course, this metal, uh, looking... thing. Ok, so it was a bumper car at Coney Island but it's the same basic principle!" He pointed everything that he mentioned, and got it right, but when he got to the lever, he was completely lost. Shame, because that lever is the whole point of driving a Standard Car. Haha, just you wait, that is going to be a really good memory.

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