The cook nodded and came back for the dishes. No one else came to see him as they sailed towards Brazil.

Meanwhile, Hawthorne was already at his mansion. He was sitting at his desk, and had David chained to a nearby wall.

David had started to refuse water and food. He knew his father would come eventually, but he wouldn't let himself be a bargaining chip. He looked over at Hawthorne, smirked and shook his head. "Pathetic," he said. "Truly pathetic."

"You know, I can just force feed you..." Hawthorne growled.

David shook his head. "I will find away," he said, still smirking.

Hawthorne smirked right back. "If you vomit it, I'll just make you eat the vomit."

David shook his head and looked straight ahead. "There are ways," he said before closing his eyes.

Hawthorne shrugged. "Fine. Your funeral. You know, I've been doing some thinking."

David rolled his eyes. "You can do that? Man full of surprises you are."

"I was thinking... Your father isn't worthy... I'm just going to kill you both. And maybe Josephs. I don't know, should I kill Josephs?"