Tony Vaughn

"No, you are very much alive," was Steve's reply.

Jacques looked at the bleary- eyed man before him. Unkempt blonde hair that made it looked like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards then forwards again. He'd also not shaved recently, something Jacques found completely reprehensible. He was wearing a battered bomber jacket which was open to reveal a T-shirt with a slogan that he wouldn't show his two young sons - or his wife for that matter. Add to that torn Levis and boots, you had someone who looked totally out of place aboard this plane.

"Where are we?" Tony asked, looking out of one of the cabin windows. He noticed the island of Loire. "What's that?" Looking around at the other passengers. "Are they okay?"

Steve looked at Jacques and shrugged apologetically. "Been like that ever since we took off," he mouthed.

Jacques hadn't been in Tony's presence for more than a couple of minutes and he didn't like him already. Which was strange in a way, he thought. Much of his job involved answering people's questions but there was just something -

Tony finally noticed him and immediately asked, "Who are you?"

Jacques wasn't given the chance to answer before he'd come out with another question. He motioned he was going back into the cockpit. He'd decided he'd rather stay with a man that was trying to kill him, rather than stay in there a moment longer.

1. But Wes had disappeared! He went back into the cabin and told Steve.
2. He noticed the wooden ship was much closer now. He saw someone looking at him through binoculars.

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