"An archeologist? You made the right choice. Omon should have plenty of ruins for you to explore, ancient scrolls for you to decipher, tombs for you to discover, and antiquities for you to retrieve. A better use of your talents than riskin' your life in the desert for mere trinkets. Legends about Oman say that there is great treasure on the Lost Continent. I seek that treasure. Not to fatten my coffers with the gold and jewels of a long dead civilization, but to gain the prestige of bringin' rare artifacts back to the states. The glory that will allow me to be accepted by my peers. I went from a textile shop owner to someone who saw the protentional of oil to the owner of a textile factory, yet my wealth and my choice of wife has not stopped those born into wealth from turnin' their noses up at me for bein' born a farm boy on the frontier. The success of this expedition will ensure that nobody in America will ever look down on me again. As for my younger brother Jacob, you already know that he agreed to join this expedition in exchange for his share of whatever treasure we find goes to the Church. I expected no less of him. I do advise against askin' him about his military service if you want to hear stories of glorious battles and heroic deeds and war bein' an adventure. You will receive none of that from him. I also advise you to keep an eye out for any unsavory Individuals and a hand on any weapons you decided to bring with you. I've heard of captains who've hired such men for long voyages across the Pacific and I would not be surprised if a few of them answered Natan's call for volunteers." Michael Gibbs said to the well-dressed Austro-Hungarian man as he stared out of the Observation Deck Window.