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This was not the first time that Jack had been on a yacht like this. His father had taken him on a yacht like this when they had been at Monaco for some sort of party. His father had been oddly cagey about the entire event but that made it more interesting. Jack had spent an entire week mostly by himself in the Principality. He had learned so much climbing around the cliffs of the city. He was in no condition to climb Everest but he had learnt enough. His trip had started from his father's house with Jack waking up at the crack of dawn like he always did. After his run, it was time to go for the Academy. He put on his [url=https://smhttp-ssl-33667.nexcesscdn.net/manual/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/suede-trench-coats-300x278.jpg]favorite suede trench coat and simple black pants[/url]. He could have worn something more showy but the point was not to look like a peacock.   and  Father was somewhere else so Jack was driven to the location of the yacht. The entire time he was trying to remember the path that they had taken to get here but most of the English coastline was very very similar. This stretch of coastline was no different. He had a mental map of the area to and from the area if he needed to get away from these people. He had always been taught to "Trust yet verify". He didn't know why these people would be untrustworthy but he still needed to keep all of his options open. The open water made his possible escape plans completely useless. He didn't need to run from this place since he had a lot riding on this. Fletchers were spies in Her Majesty's employ and Jack would some day follow that proud tradition. He just needed to get through this school first.


 Jack had spent most of his time on the yacht standing near the front of the ship in his own little world. If someone were to look at him, it would appear that he was just staring out into the middle distance. In reality, he was making plans.  He had not seen a lot of his fellow students so he didn't know how they would act around each other. That was a variable that he didn't like to think about. Still, he might learn something from them and perhaps teach them something. When the castle came into view, he started to think again. There was no point to having a castle in the middle of the ocean all by itself. The whole point of a castle was to defend an area or to act as a home. This place just seemed like it had been dropped there from the heavens. However, if one wanted to train spies this was a good place to do it. No one could approach the area without being instantly seen. That was a perk to being all by your lonesome.  

As soon as Jack got off of the yacht, he was put on one of his masks. It was not a physical mask but it was very close to being the real thing. He didn't want the whole world to know who he was and where he came from. He didn't want to announce that he was a legacy or anything like that. He didn't want anyone to think he would get special treatment or something. That was where Country Boy Jackson Fletcher came in. Jack had a few different covers but that was the best one. There was an accent for every "mask". He had discovered that people seemed to have preconceived notions about people with Texan accents so he was going to use it.   People seemed to think that he was a simple guy if he had a relatively thick Texan accent.

Jack walked into the room where everyone seemed to be talking about French Toast of all things. Jack looked over at the group and gave them all a wave. [color=00aeef]"Howdy, ya'll. This hopefully will be a great time for all us."[/color] He said in that slow Texan manner. He looked over at the smaller man with a smile. [color=00aeef]"Actually, the French Kiss comes from World War 1 soldiers coming home to kiss their girls with the French Style of Kissing. In France it's called a few things but a Florentine Kiss is one of them, partner."[/color] He said slipping that he might be a little smarter than he let on. [color=00aeef]"Oh and French Toast is most certainly French. They call it "pain perdu" or lost bread since traditionally it is made from stale or lost bread. We Texans most certainly didn't make it. I think you were thinking of Texas Toast which is a whole different ballgame."[/color] He said with a megawatt smile for the group. He needed to get these people to like him if he wanted to succeed at this place. He had let it slip that he knew to speak French but that wasn't that important in the long run. His father had taught him to always hide how he truly was and this was a good example of that in practice. 

Jack flopped down onto one of the couches while he looked at the group. He was trying to read them to figure out who was who. There was something important in figuring them out.  he watched them for a second before talking again. "[color=00aeef]Oh... pardon my manners. Mama would skin me alive for not introducing myself. Jackson Fletcher. At your service."[/color] He said with a head bow. "[color=00aeef]Mostly good at punching things and making plans. "[/color] He continued since he wanted to introduce himself a little better