Jim looked around, "Okay, we're on a new planet!"
Chekov nodded, "Indeed, sir"
"Why the heck are you unfolding an umbrella, Pavel?"
"It's raining outside"
Spock nodded, "It's always rainy on Camino, Captain."
Jim smiled brightly, "O! Everyone! get your umbrellas!"
McCoy sighed, "Jim, we only have three, or something like that"
Jim looked at him, "you are depressing, did you know that?"
McCoy pulled a face at him and left.
They stood in the pouring rain, Spock, Jim, McCoy and Chekov. All under Chekov's umbrella.
Jim walked a couple of steps forward, "This looks cool enough"
McCoy growled something about it being cold and wet
Spock looked out over the enormous never-ending ocean, "Fascinating" He murmured.
Chekov had started shaking, because of the cold-ness, and he could hardly keep the umbrella in the air, because he had to raise his arm so high, so it would fit Spock