It is 2:30 am when TFD for the first time saw the lights of New York city, it was nothing more than a flash just before the next wave caught the bow the ship. Two weeks had passed since he left from a small beach in The Netherlands and this was the first storm he encountered. The only things he took was food, water and the damn letter from his dad. he walked into the cabin and got the letter from under the pillow.

                                                                    To TheFlyingDutchman,

                        You don`t know who i am but that doesn`t matter right now.

                             My name is not important either, lets just say i know your dad.

                       I am afraid that he is missing, and i once promissed him that 

                       would write you if something was wrong.

                       you can find me in New York city:Bronx.

                       Just walk in any store and say your dad`s name to the clerk

                       and I will find you.

                       Safe travels,

                       F.

"Almost there mystery man, Almost there." TFD mumbles as he puts the letter away.

It`s 6 am as he finally reaches the city, Its big, Far bigger then he imagined.

After he moors his ship he grabs his belongings and start walking to a bar that seems to be closing.

"We are closed" A small man with more holes than teeth is his mouth stands behind the bar,

"just here to ask directions to the bronx than I will be gone" TFD spreads his arms and walks slowly towards the bar.

"walk north till you get shot in the back, NOW GO!"

TFD exits the bar and looks north as he walks back to his ship.

something is wrong, Very wrong there is someone on board.

Who is there?! he shouts before jumping on the ship.

Shut up and come inside TFD, the voice is female and harsh.

TFD`s heart skips a beat or two, how does this women know my name?

he grabs a steel pipe and slowly enters the cabin.

finally you have arrived the woman says,

you don`t need to know who i am you just need to listen right now and put the pipe down.

You need to pack your stuff while i am talking, you are in great danger in this city.

The man who wrote you the letter that is under your pillow is dead. so is your father and almost all of his friends.

there is a car in the alley 200 Meter north of here. get in it and drive away, there is also some money in the trunk.

go now!

TFD must have stood there for at least ten minutes, the woman had left and he was scared.

he packed his stuff in a small bag and left the ship.

the car that he found in the alley was black and looked expensive.

he got in it and drove away, heading west.

after 12 long hours the car broke down, TFD laughed as an madman as he started walking through a small town.

he will go and make a name for himself, and he will find out what happened with his Father.

but now he had to honor him.

The people from the town Toledo woke up on a regular wednesday and were shocked to see paint on main street. R.I.P. DD may you find good whisky and sigars where you are now, It ran al the was from the store to the sign That says:

                                                 Detroit 59 miles