Disclaimer: All elements canon to Sonic the Hedgehog belong to SEGA.
Elijah paces around the engine room of the ship, stroking his chin while he held his wrench in his other hand behind his back. He looked back at the engine, pondering why it suddenly stopped working.
"Ragh!" he snarled and slammed his wrench to the wall, resulting in a startling noise once the steel made contact with the barricade.
BANG!
Elijah's heart sank instantly. Upon hearing distant sounds gradually increasing in volume, he whipped around, holding his wrench steady.
tap, tap, tap…
Every footstep he heard coming from the hallway made his ear twitch. Elijah hid on the right side of the threshold as the steps grew louder, gradually being drowned out by his own beating heart, as he himself waited to strike down the approacher- a young black hedgehog with a bad case of bedhead.
"Mr. Polyweather?" asked the young man, sleepily, peering through the door to see Elijah standing in the dark as still as a statue, poised to attack.
"X-Xiro?" the elder hedgehog stammered, before lowering his impromptu weapon. "Ah, sorry son, shmornin'.* I didn't wake you with all that racket, did I?"
"Oh, no worries, sir, just my, uh-" Xiro interrupted himself with a yawn, but then went on to finish his sentence, "-pineal gland at work, though the turbulence, I did notice that bit." Elijah hoped Xiro didn't notice that other thing...
Elijah scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "Yeah, sorry about that too. It seems lately that the boat's got herself a mind of her own!" he then put his hands on his waist and glared at the engine behind him. "And until she can get her act together, I'm afraid we ain't going nowhere anytime soon."
"That's a shame, it is." Xiro acknowledged nonchalantly. "You know, I can go call one-one-two, see if that helps."
"I doubt that it will; we're a little too far from France." muttered Elijah.
"Nine-one-one works too, then." Xiro responded. The young man then went ahead on his way to the kitchen down the hall to make some hotcakes.
After all, he was too hungry to panic.
Near the base door, which was located within the vicinity of the central southeastern corner of the island and began a sandy path to the beach below, Dr. Eggman stood staring at the small ship below trespassing his waters. From under his grand moustache, a grin stretched at the sight of this blessing, which had almost literally washed up at his doorstep.
"Eve," he spoke to the small tablet in his breast pocket, "Send me a quartet of Egg Pawns."
"Sending four Egg Pawns to Location X." stated the digital assistant. The man awaited his request, listening to the distant metallic clops get louder as the badniks marched their way over to their master. The next minute, the steel door behind the doctor rose, allowing the four Egg Pawns to step out in a line with the designated sword carrier standing at the end. Whilst saluting briefly, they blared in their robotic voices:
"AWAITING ORDERS."
"That was quick," commented the doctor.
"AWAITING ORD-"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it, now listen!" Eggman snapped before pointing to the boat. "You four will go search that vessel and retrieve the the chaos emerald aboard it. Seize anyone on board for... trespassing." He smirked at how convenient this was for him. "Understand?"
"AFFIRMATIVE," the Egg Pawns replied, saluting again.
"Go!" commanded Dr. Eggman, signaling his robotic soldiers to begin their mission. The quartet of badniks bob up and down in rhythm as they marched down to their destination in sync, their footsteps softened by the sand. Eggman turned around and walk back into the base, shutting the steel rolling door behind him with a creak and a muffled slam.
Shmornin'- shiln morning (shiln means "good" in Xordan.)
