Talk:Thunderbird/@comment-26380985-20160215030333

You are a sailor. Your crew was caught in a storm of great and was doing everything to keep the ship above the water.

Captain: I see our targets, gentlemen.

On the horizon appeared four Thunderbirds.

Captain: Prepare the harpoons, your deck rats, today we will prove that we are men.

...

The next morning you wake up on the edge of a beach, the ship apart and missing crew. One of the Thunderbirds was also on the beach with a harpoon stuck halfway on the shoulder.

What do you do?