The next day, Guybrush was the first into the cockpit. He sat down in the pilot's seat and began preparing the ship for planetary entry. In front of them, now a large, gibbous circle in their viewscreen, was the planet. It was ringed mostly with blue and white, although other, darker shades could be seen.
Wally came in and sat down beside Guybrush. "Hi, Guybrush," he said. "Just about ready to land, are we?"
"Yeah," said Guybrush. "Forty minutes away."
"Cool!" said Wally. "Imagine all those landforms - all that unmapped coastline - and we'll be the first to see it!"
"Say, Wally-"
"Yeah?"
"Did anything happen last night? Between you and Elaine?"
Wally looked at Guybrush, a little warily. "Well," he began. "she came up to my room and I got all my clothes out. Turns out they were too small. She says she wants to look at yours sometime - they might be her size. And then, we just... talked."
"What about?" said Guybrush.
"Oh, all sorts of stuff. I told her a bit about myself, she told me a bit of her background, and I told her a bit of yours as well."
Guybrush felt his skin go cold. "Did you tell her anything about me and Upchuck?"
"Oh, sure. I figured she'd probably want to know."
"Right." Guybrush fell silent.
There were footsteps behind them, and suddenly Elaine appeared, still tidy in her company uniform. "Good morning, guys," she said. "Doesn't anyone eat breakfast around here? I was all by myself down there."
"Sorry, Governor," said Wally.
"Will you stop calling her that? Yeah, we usually eat breakfast, but this morning's a little different."
"Oh, the planet landing," said Elaine. "Is that it?" She pointed at the viewscreen.
"Yep," said Guybrush.
"It's enormous," said Elaine.
"Diameter 1.7 times that of Earth, Governor," said Wally. "Almost three times as much surface area."
"Is it safe to land?"
"Should be," said Guybrush. "Gravity's a bit high, but the atmosphere is relatively thin. The visual scanners show most vegetation is green leaved, so the air should be breathable. According to the infrared, the average heat down there is sixteen degrees Celsius."
"And it's uninhabited?"
"No spot light or electromagnetic radiation, which means no technology. There could be wildlife on the planet, but we have no way of knowing that from here..."
"How long before we land?"
"Not long," said Guybrush.