[b]Observation Deck[/b]

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Michael Gibbs. I met Natan Wright at the New York Stock Exchange. He convinced me to invest in his little oil operation and combined with my shares of Standard Oil, I became a millionaire. How could I say no to the offer to join the man who contributed to my financial success on this prestigious expedition? To set foot on a lost continent and see all the wonders it has to offer? Such an opportunity comes only once in a lifetime." Michael Gibbs said to the man in the top hat and the Australian as he walked up the window of the observation deck. "In case you are wondering, I did bring someone with me. My younger brother Jacob. The only sibling I respect, as he was the only other member of the family who wasn't content to live the rest of their life on the family farm. I invited him to be this expedition's chaplain and he agreed on the condition that his share of whatever treasure we might find goes to the Church. However, I did not choose him because he is my blood. He served in the army during the war and didn't swear off the use of a gun after becoming a man of the cloth. That makes him better suited for the task than most priests, as anyone who might be livin' on Omon might not welcome outsiders with open arms. Not to mention the legends of monstrous beasts livin' on the lost continent." Michael Gibbs added.

[b]Crew Quaters/Dining Area[/b]
Jacob Gibbs left his cabin and headed to the dining room, wanting to meet some of the souls he would be accompanying to the lost continent. He bumped into someone as he walked down the hall. "Sorry. I didn't see you there." Jacob said to the stranger he bumped into, the big man uttering something in Turkish before leaving. "Mr. Wright must have people from all over the world on a dangerous expedition. I honestly shouldn't be surprised. A man headin' to a lost continent can't turn away capable men willin' to roll the dice on such an expedition." Jacob said to himself as he turned back around and continued heading down the hall. The chaplain continued walking until he entered the dining area and took a seat at one of the tables. "If you didn't hear the intercom, we will be landing at our destination in one hour, monsieur. I suggest making your order now. It might be your last chance to eat something other than field rations." A French staff member said to Jacob Gibbs as he approached him. "Your finest steak and a bottle of whiskey should be enough for this former war dog. I can't protect my flock on an empty stomach." Jacob replied, the Frenchman heading to the kitchen to inform the chef of his order.