eyes shifted right and left over the map looking for a possible location of where the pirates might have taken Bolt.

"Rin...." He muttered while glancing over the map. His hands balled into a fist thinking of how someone who called a comrade seemingly just walked out of his life. "Past is past.. Rin is the enemy now" He consoled.

Neal wanted to save Rin but he knew Rin didn't need to be saved. Rin was a man of his own and made a choice to leave the marines. It was much easier to focus his energy on figuring out how to just save Bolt instead of a unwilling partcipent.

"Ancestors guide me" He said mumbling  a slight prayer. He looked all throughout the map trying to get a 'feel' or connection to one of the islands on the map. Constent whispers of damned souls filled Neal's eyes as they fed information to him. He could not decispher which was true and false but the best lead he felt he had was searching the area around Dawn Island.

"ARH!" Neal groaned as he threw everything on the longtable onto the floor due to fustrarion. "dammit... DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!" He raged. His emotions were in turmoil as he tried to figure out how to solve solutions and help others but the his biggest stresser was that he couldn't even help himself.

His fingers falled into a fist as his nails constently threatened to break skin via Neal's outburst. "Power is not what i need... skill tomes are not what I need.. " He said coming to a stop as his emotions calmed down as quickly as they erupted.

"I need to sharpan my use of the rifle... I need to broadan my horizons on how to support others and most importantly I need my crew. Without my crew... without the marines. I am nothing." He exclaimed as he grabbed his musket from ontop the long table and headed  towards the door. He intended on training and building himself that in the long run he could provide the best support available to his crew.

*Jack is what I will be called in the crew by my future crew. Jack of all yet Jack of nothing. I will train so hard that my crew members will only have to focus on 1 thing. I will be a doctor, a ship engineer, a cook, a sniper and a captain hes they need one!* Neal thought as he reached for the knob of the front door.