As the Marines and Slaughter Pirates began their struggle, with the fate of the villagers on the line, back on the beach, Chris was still struggling to get himself out of the sand. At least he was capable of getting his feet on the ground, so as to push himself out by force. But even still, the sand was thick and heavy. He may have been able to best a sea king by sheer force, but sand was a totally different problem. Chris (muffled by the sand): M-MM!! MM-MM-MM!! Despite being unable to speak properly, Chris was thinking out one new plan after another. Chris: MM!! MM-MM-MM-MM-MM!! Ensign: ...!!