the sounds of people yelling and saying good bye to their family filled that around that big ship, it was the day were the ship will sail to south America, it was the dream-ship, made for everyone, from rich people to the poorest. Jax, the broke man that got into that ship by luck, he was planing to go back to America by immigrating but the fate said otherwise. he watched people from the ship, finally he'll get away from this hell, and find a new job, he's sick of living like a thug, after a few moments has passed his eyes start rolling around the ship 'til they fixed on a figure of a boy, the boy was a catch to the eye, his eyes moved down to his body..he was defently from the first class, and of course Jax wasn't from that place, he was far from that place. at night, he was laying on one of the chairs on top of the ship, he took a deep puff from his cigar while staring at the sky, he couldn't sleep so he decided to lay there, as he was about to close his eyes he heard footsteps, he turned his head until he saw him, it was him moving towards the began of the ship, his hair was moving with the wind a he slammed himself against the railing, Jax watched him quietly before standing.