Moving silently through the berth, Jay figures that it should be tucked around the main deck somewhere -- that is until he hears a loud thud down below. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He whispers to himself. He thought he was alone. Now he's trying to decide if he'd be better off running and coming back to search another time, or confronting whoever it is down below. If it's Gil, then Jay is sure that he can outwit him into telling Jay where the book is. Gil has never been that smart.

If it's Harry, Jay know he's in for a battle, or maybe he can convince him in some other way. They can be a little friendly here and there. At least he'd figure out why Harry's always touching him. It never ceases to catch Jay off guard when he does that. He's pretty certain he's caught up with a certain dark haired girl who can kick ass on the other side of the bridge, but -- there's always that part of his mind...

There was another loud clattering, and Jay knows he's got to go down below and find out what's going on. He needs that book. The Isle is not keeping her secrets today. Climbing down the stairs Jay peers around the corner surprised to find that it is Harry, but he looks strange. He's sitting down with a long piece of sail stretched awkwardly over his legs. "Oi, Harry, what're you doing there like that. You come in down here instead of up top?" Jay asks, suddenly confused.