Jack looked out over the the horizon he was now near the end of South America. He looked out over the coast and there he saw non other than Rio de Janeiro. He had thought about the many times that in private Raimundo and him had talked together as friends. It had been a weird relationship but friendship was odd in many ways.

He would describe the sun rise and and the towering figure of the lord there master. The many apartments lining the coast and the hustle and bustle of the water front activity. Now Jack looked over the sea into the town he had heard so much about. The Sun glistened over the hills illuminating the Jesus statue.

The image was beautiful in Jack's eyes A tear came to Jack's eye. And then he remembered Kimiko. The pain the suffering and the hardship she was going through. Jack felt light headed then rolled his eyes upward. The his legs got weak and he tumbled backwards.

The crew rushed to Jack's side as he laid in a trance like state. "Sir are you alright, Sir Sir ?" they asked worried.

Jack gained his posture and like he was coming back to reality resumed his normal blinking order. He stood up and wiped his orange jacket that he got from the ships cargo. "I'm fine" he said reassuring. All the crew gave a huff or a sigh of relief as there captain came to.

"Sir with your permission can we pull into port?" asked the mop headed young crew member.

The trauma Jack had just gone thought unnerved the goth. However the question had brought him back down to Earth. "Yes, sure." Jack gave his answer. Jack listened at the sudden silence around the ship.

The sailor gave a nod and did a quick salute and began to leave. But Jack felt as if he needed to talk a little. "Wait." he called out to the departing blond. He turned around and walked to Jack. Jack made a hand gesture to follow him.

Jack went over to where two wooden chairs where on the Forecastle. Jack sat down and made another hand gesture for him to sit down. "So... Jack began what do you think of the Brazilians. Oh and what is you name son?"

He raised his eyebrows and gave his answer "Well if you mean the race there fine but really you have to consider there accomplishments and there goals. Every man is created equal and no Jackass can say otherwise. Thats how I look at it. And my name is Alexander."

Jack took a big breath and looked over to the wayside town. "I have a friend at home. He was from this very same town. I wish I could see him again and my beautiful wife. It's been near two months now." Jack gave out a sigh.

Alexander gave grunt as he shifted in his chair and rubbed over where a bullet hole was. "Caring for ones friends and family is not at all uncommon. I would gladly want to be back in Lindisfarne drinking a cup of tea in my house. But the way I cope with it is that when I get home and see all that I love after some much longing and to see it all would make it all the sweeter.

Jack gave a friendly smile at the young mans advice. "Well thats pretty good advice by any mean Alexander. But I know that I can trust Raimundo with my life and all my well fare at home. I know that he wouldn't do anything bad."

Alexander smiled back and asked a question "So what did you do at home?"

Jack could only chuckle at that remark. "Well I was a collector of sorts." Jack remembered back to the first and last showdown with Kimiko and what was ironic was that they battled over his favorite Shen Gong Wu.

Alexander stood up and walked away as Jack looked over the ocean. Then he walked up to another shipmate. "Told you I would find out before you did." Alexander proclaimed. The other shipmate handed over 5 dollars.

Soon Jack thought he would be back home. Though he decided to take Alexander's advice and not to think of home and wife until a few times everyday. Jack took his cup of coffee and took a sip. When he had first landed in Lindisfarne he hated coffee it was true what everyone says coffee is an acquired taste.