Deep in the heart of the nautilus, the sound of little glass beakers and bottles occasionally tinkling with the ships motions can be heard as the renowned chemist and doctor Dr. Jekyll sits away from the crews evening chatter, though it's mostly Tom Sawyer and Quartermain talking. "Come on, Jekyll... just let me out for a bit. I'm not gonna' cause any trouble, not little. Old. Me." Hyde coos from the mirror only Jekyll can see him in. Being his evil other half, while others only see Hyde when he has control of Jekyll, he sees and hears Hyde constantly. Any mirror or reflection is marred by his wicked visage.

"I've told you already, n-no!" The doctor murmurs out in his shaky British accent. Sipping from a nearby glass of a sleeping tonic to hopefully ease his woes, he sighs. "I will not! I am the owner of this body, I am in control. We are on this ship to make up four your actions, and I will see we fulfill those duties without harm to the others." Jekyll exclaims. Hyde just let's out a wicked laugh. "Oh, grown a backbone have we, doctor? You'd better check for scoliosis, wouldn't want you all crook-" Hyde is cut off by Jekyll smacking his head to quiet him as a presence enters by his door. "Ah, h-hello?" He asks quizically.