(Same ol' disclaimer; The plot bunny is mine, the characters belong to the creators)
The remainder of the League stood in the conference room, Nero opposite the door, and directly in front of the animated map of the sea. The straight-laced Indian sea captain wore his usual blue and silver suit, with a black armband in recognition of the comrade they had lost.
"We will be diving soon, we have no destination, and we are sitting ducks as of now," Nero said, clipping his words down to the most efficent form.
The space between a hat and a black leather coat scoffed, "Nero, mate, it took four of M's bombs to even get this ship shaking in 'er boots. I doubt that-" He was cut off with disparaging looks from the rest of the League. "Nevermind, then. Full steam ahead, darlings."
Nero placed a hand on his saber warningly. "If I may continue, we have no set course, and we were curious if yourself," adressing Mina, "Or Mr. Sawyer had any suggestions."
"Stop beatin' 'round the bush, Nero. See here, my young American friend," Skinner rose from his seat, "What our captain here wants to know is would you be adverse to a quick trip to the Wild West."
Tom thought about it for an amount of time so miniscule it was immesurable. "Why not? To America then."
Nero allowed a shadow of a smile to show, then whisked it away as he shouted orders to a crewmate.
Jekyll fidgeted with his pocketwatch as he adressed Tom, "Is what they say true? Is America really a land of dust, horses, gold and women?"
The youthful marksman cocked his eyebrows, "Yeah, that's pretty much it."
Jekyll snatched his watch back from Skinner's invisible hand. The mouse-like professor grinned sheepishly, "Most fascinating. Nero, when can we expect to arrive?"
The bearded sea dog cast his gaze to the metal map, illuminated by roving lights. "We will be in California in... two or three days."
Sawyer wrapped his fingers around his rifle. "California, I know it well. Boy, you guys have got another thing coming," he laughed, and exited the cabin, leaving 4 of his friends looking at each other curiously, and another struggling to relieve Jekyll of his pocket watch.