Dory was still frozen behind him, her breath long and steady. He slowly lifted himself into a crouching position, watching as the parachutes landed in the shallow water.

"What do we do?" She muttered.

"Maybe just... casually run away?" He suggested.

"Something tells me that's not happening," She whispered as the people started walking toward them.

"Psst." A voice hissed behind them. Marlin kept his eyes on the figures striding toward them, but Dory spun around toward the voice.

"Who is that?" Marlin whispered to her.

The voice was talking again. "You're Marlin Burns, right? I know where your son is. Just come with me, and I'll help you find him."

Marlin hesitated. "How can I know you won't just kill us? Or whatever these stupid people are trying to do?"

A loud splash sounded near his feet. A shotgun bobbed in the water.

"I could have shot you when I had the chance. Trust me."

Marlin heard his partner walking backwards toward the voice. He followed suit, putting one foot behind the other.

"That's it. Keep coming."

His back hit against something, like wood. The thud was like a gunshot in the eerie silence, and every silhouette suddenly bolted.

They were all sprinting toward them, pulling out guns. A hand held his arm and helped him onto something, and Dory climbed up behind him.

Marlin could hardly see what he was sitting on in the dark, but he didn't see how this could help them. The man who had been talking to them sat in front of him, a blob of brown.

"What is this?" Marlin shouted.

"Hold on!" Was the reply.

A loud buzz and whir exploded in front of him, and the wood beneath him suddenly started lifting into the air.

Marlin instinctively grabbed the wood underneath him, and felt Dory wrap her arms around his waist.

"Welcome to the Pelican 3000!" The man announced over the whirring. "The plane of my own creation."

"Plane?" Dory screamed in Marlin's ear. "That's brilliant!"

"My name's Nigel." The pilot was saying, as they soared over beaches. "I have access to PSWay. But not loyal, I promise."

"Do you have a plan?" Dory shouted, her arms still squeezing the air out of Marlin's lungs.

"Yes, but you have to trust me." Nigel answered.