Alvin sat by the pier, fishing and enjoying the afternoon sunshine. He had no idea what had happened to Ethan Hunt and the others.
The first batch of Mutant prisoners had already boarded the ship. Alvin was a little worried whether the Old Sailors could keep them under control, so whenever he had nothing else to do over the past few days, he stayed by the pier.
If anything happened aboard the Battleship moored not far from the pier, Alvin was ready to charge over and hack a couple of them to death, just to teach those Mutant prisoners a lesson!
Things had gone better than Alvin expected. The Hellhounds assigned to each ship were still small, and their barking wasn't very intimidating...
But they always spotted when the Mutants were up to something, and the old sailors would promptly knock them out with special weapons.
Aside from not getting any sunlight, the cells aboard the Battleship were actually pretty decent. The well-behaved Mutants even got a few hours of recreation time every day.
They could go up on deck, play some ball, stretch their legs, and breathe in the fresh sea air.
Every so often, one of the better swimmers would try to escape the Prison by sea, but Triton, the waterborne Superman who lived there, would quickly teach them a lesson...
As a Mutant from the moon and little Ginny's swimming instructor, Triton now enjoyed the highest privileges. That old buddy earned more than half of the Moon's Royal Family's living expenses.
The Prison's Boss, Bruto, and the diplomatic envoy Harvey had used the power of money to keep this waterborne Clark Kent tied down, and he seemed pretty satisfied with his situation.
There was no ocean on the moon. There, he could only walk around wearing a