Finally he voyage was going to begin. James thought happy, before necking his 19th pint. He stood up grabbing two bottles of rum and followed the captain, ignoring the weak pick pocket and his feeble attempt of trying to lift some of the captains belongings. His wrist broken for his troubles. He saw the navigators act of kindness. He seemed in different to it. Should the boy deserve kindness after trying to pick a pocket? Well who knew, James was never one for judging men. Only killing them.<br/><br/>He made his way upto the ship heading to the top deck, looking over at the ship. It was a beautiful sight. Oh how he he missed the ship and couldn't wait to set sail once more and ride the waves. He opened a bottle of rum and sat opposite the helm of the ship, watching some of the crew work. The navigator seemed to be in high spirits.