the end is too close, so I decided to add some extra twists =P
About this creation
Chris woke up, Sub-culture was on the brink of going to sleep, Chris decided to relieve Sub-culture, Sub-culture happily let Chris take over, Chris turned the engine back onto power two, then he noticed something, it was getting bigger every few seconds,
"There she is!" Yelled Chris, Frontline woke up, looked at the galleon which was definitely getting bigger by the second, thought for a moment,
"Ok, let's fill up the engines again, and then let's role, is there any food left?"
"Right, yea, some gum, chocolate..." Chris rummaged in the "storage" part, and found several sandwiches,
Ten minutes later, engines full, and sandwiches consumed, the adventurous landed, cutting up a wake behind her, Frontline did an impressive leap, and grabbed onto the railings, and after much struggling, got ups, and cheered
Chris had gone out of rigging range, 'why wasn't there rigging up here?' thought Chris bitterly, then realised he'd got to the top, and smashed the flag pole into the mast,
"I've done it!" Yelled Chris, "We have the treasure! We have it!" From below there was a cheer,
Sub-culture was told to guard Adventurous, Frontline and Chris then busied themselves getting the snow off of the galleon to take off some of the weight,
"For now we'll let the current take us, open up the engines up when we say it should be somewhat lighter!" Chris had yelled, and then started to help Frontline clear the snow off, and kick his ankle for pointing out what was on top of the captains cabin
"For heavens sake Frontline, Robots with pick axes which are about to hit a alien with two weird lazer guns does not happen in real life, and this ain't fiction."
"Shut up!" Suddenly there was snow left to clear up, Chris picked up a ruby, looked at it, and then threw it over to the Adventurous, pulled up the grill, and yelled, Frontline looked into the hull and grimaced,
"How welcoming." Muttered Chris
"Money can do this sort of thing to people, looks like the captain didn't want anyone to steal that stuff..." Replied Frontline,
Moving the frozen bodies to one side, Chris and Frontline saw the treasure, it seemed to radiate a glow,
"Let's grab a chest, just one, and tow the rest home." Said Frontline,
"And how about one more?"
"I would rather get home, not sink."
Chris dropped the chest, and so did Frontline,
"Nice gun you've got there, err, I guess it's a new type of spud gun?"
"Yes, this one fires something more...explosive."
"Do I know you?"
"What?!?" Suddenly the Ghostland plain captain fumed,
"You know Boris." Said Boris darkly,
"Oh yea, I think I blew you'r armoured car up, as well as you'r tank, you'r underground bunker, you'r fighter, and you'r boots." Replied Chris meekly,
"Yes, we meet again, such a long time since the great oil war." Replied Boris (The great oil war lasted two years, in a three way war between Imperial England, Ghostland Plains, and Russia, England won but lost quite a lot of troops in the process.)
"Isn't there suppose to be an anti aircraft gun on the...half the platform." Frontline wondered why he pointed this out,
"Well, maybe you'd like to help us find it?"
"Nahh, you'll have to find it!" Everyone turned.