Scrooge had only just been settling in to sleep when there was a loud BOOM from the back garden. He was out of bed instantly, his glasses on his beak and his robe covering his pajamas less than a heartbeat later. He ran past his startled housemates, pausing only to grab a hidden revolver from a false bottom in a side table.

If someone was out to attack the mansion, he wasn't letting them near his family.

He slammed open the door, distantly hearing Beakley screaming at him to come back inside. He ignored her, the promise he'd made on Neverest pounding in his ears:

Nothing bad is going to happen to you. From now on. Nothing bad from now on.

He aimed the revolver towards the strange ship. "Come on out where I can see you!"