AN: This chapter took longer than I expected because I was sick. So I didn't have much motivation to write until now. I hope you like it that's all I can say.

005 sat in complete serenity hardly moving at all. He liked to sit and think. The noise of the hatch door being opened constantly distracted him. 'I wonder what is outside that everyone must see.' He sighed deciding he would have a look himself. When he peered out into the night he saw about half of his friends standing or sitting absolutely still, staring out at the sky or water. He went to the other side of the deck by himself and looked at the water himself. He still wondered what the water could have that held their gaze so steadily. Soon he found out. Memories leaked in his solitary mind...

Geronimo walked slowly up the grassy lawn to a house he was staying at, the only house that would take him. He sighed sadly. He had been rejected from a job again. No one seemed to want an Indian working for them. It wasn't fair. He knew he could work just as well as any white man, maybe even better. Staring straight forward he strode on. A man in a white suite came into view.

"Geronimo nice to see ya!" Geronimo stared blankly at him, completely calm and emotionless.

"You didn't get the job did you? Haha I knew it. White men will never hire you! Why should they? You're a dirty good-for-nothing Indian!!" The man chided. Geronimo glared but didn't move. He towered over the white dressed man and glared but didn't move. The man raised an eyebrow and then continued. "I, on the other hand, am not so heartless. You can join my folk dancing group! White families love it so they'll pay big money to see one of a kind Indian rituals! The only thing we need to make it perfect is a huge, scary chief!" he grinned at the struggling Indian man. Geronimo's face was stone. He suddenly reared back and punched the greedy man in the jaw. "HEY!! Why did you do that!?"

"My people and I are not tools for your entertainment. You insult our culture, what we are! I will NOT be treated this way." He bent down to look the man in the eye, grinding his teeth. The man scampered off and when he was a good distance away he turned.

"This is the only offer you're ever going to get in a long while if ever! If you're going to be this way then starve you big idiot!" He then ran until Geronimo couldn't see him anymore. He shook his head and began to walk towards the house again when two men in black suits and dark sunglasses stood in front of him.

"You looking for work?" He nodded and let the man explain further. "It's a bit far off from your home, but I think it'll be well worth the trouble." He stared steadily at the black suited man that spoke.

"My people have no home any longer." He followed the two men out to where a black car was parked under a large tree. He listened to the leaves rustle and felt the wind on his face. He would give anything just to have a home, a family. He sat down inside the vehicle and pulled the door shut. 'Where ever these men are taking me,' he thought, 'it has to be better than here.' The second man adjusted his sunglasses as he started the engine, and the car lurched forward. Geronimo looked back at the tree, its branches waving a sad goodbye...

005 inhaled deeply as the gentle ocean wind blew around him. He shut his eyes piecing together his inner peace once more.

"This wasn't exactly the job I had in mind." He whispered to himself as the ship rocked with the waves.

I hope the quality of my writing didn't diminish with me being sick and all. I'm just glad I don't have the flu! oO