Charlie stirred at the return of his "mother", making his way to her side. Gripping her hand, he smiled up at her quietly and happily. "Mama. Mama cuddles?" He spoke softly and sweetly, craving her affections at that moment in time.

Under the murky waters, the submarine came to a rest near the cave, as a few of the crew began to discuss the best way to obtain proof of Mermaids or Mermen.

"If We be able to steal a few scales an' bits of hair, we'll 'ave all the proof we need!" The captain spoke in his grizzled way sounding, prehaps unsurprisingly, like a sterotypical pirate.

"Aye Aye Captain!" The crew spoke in unison, as one began to sing.

"Ohh, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?"

"SHUT UP!"