"Oh, that sounds like quite a tale." Shawn laughed, stepping up next to the Captain on the pavement.
"Sure, Shawn's fine. Though some people prefer to call me Dr. Spice, Oliver, sometimes even Pickle McFee." Shawn was babbling now and he knew it, trying to decide on his next answer. This was like a cold, calculating game Shawn wasn't sure he wanted to play.
"Well, I figure you want something from me and if I don't comply, it won't end well will it?" Honesty was the best policy, or so he hoped.
"So what have you got to show me, Captain? I'm missing pineapple time." Shawn gave the Bay a cursory glance. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except perhaps the absence of people. Nobody around to hear his cry for help...