Bailey Wilcox was a lot more difficult, considering that he wasn’t locked up for murder or drugs like Toronto.

Bailey had only done a year and a half on his death sentence. He was patiently waiting on the electric chair. He confessed that he was ready to die. Even admitted to seeing the other side already and it wasn't hell he praised to those who would listen.

After all appeals from the courts were denied, Bailey felt the world was against him. He was one of the ones they would call an accidental case. He learned how to drift by accident. Bane was impressed when told of the incident by him.

Bailey had learned to drift by pain, suffering, and constant stress building up on him. He was unspoiled, unlike other inmates waiting for death to receive them. Bailey had never committed a crime before he got locked up. He was an architect in Europe. 

On the day of his arrest, he was designing a Catholic church for a friend in the congregation. He had worked late that night. When he decided to call it quits, it was 1;30 in the morning. He put his belongings away in his workshop and left the building, got in his car and headed home.

It was as he was driving through town that he was pulled over and arrested for a triple homicide. He later found out from a trusty in the jail that he had supposedly a bank that escalated to a car chase that killed three people, wounding five, as he tried to escape.

Bailey was hysterical. He found out that his car was used in the robbery. Blood and dents could easily be seen when daylight hit the car. He was confused. Then came to the conclusion that somebody broke into his car and used it to rob the bank, then return it without him knowing that it had been gone for five hours.

Eyewitnesses claimed that Bailey was the person they saw rob the bank. His prints were the only ones found inside the car. The city wanted justice. Why not him while the case was still hot. He had lost endless nights of sleep.

It was on the night of the day he received his death sentence that Bailey had his first out of body experience. He roamed the jails’ halls and perimeter any assess to escape. He planned his escape route on the outside, and tried to master his new found gift, on;y to run into many complications. He could perform the task on some nights and couldn't most. The excitement prevented him from succeeding on the nights he chose to escape.

Almost a year and a half later Bane approached Bailey as he had done Toronto. In Bailey's cell, Bane propositioned him and Bailey desperately accepted.

Bane had to give an individual two million, who in turn had to split the money with two others. In agreement that Bailey never return to the city.

Both Toronto and Bailey felt they owed their lives to Bane and would do anything for him. To get to Bane you had to go through them. Some have tried only to fail miserably. Bane trained them to be the best guards. And found that the two together could not be stopped.

Now as Bane and Ward greet the captain, Toronto speaks, “she went to check on Bousha,” he said, speaking of Sam’s whereabouts. Toronto only respected Bane. He could care less about the rest of the committee.

Bailey looked at the captain, “tell them what you told us.”

Bane and Ward look at Captain Watts expectantly.

“Well you know Bousha struck the carrier as planned,” Watts said taking a seat on the captain’s chair. “We waited down below the haul as Narcious and Bousha emptied the currency from the ship. I spotted the gold coming on the monitor, and told Anathema to build a big enough bubble for the trucks.”

Captain Watts pushed a button on a panel adjoined to his chair. He pointed to the monitor in front of him. Everyone turned their attention to the front of the deck as the screen came to life.

There were no windows on the Phoebe, do to the deep underwater depths it could reach. It also helped with avoiding detection from radars. High-intensity cameras were placed at every angle possible around the ship, along with sensors to alert the cabin of any movement from all directions.

As a pictured formed on the huge monitor displaying multiple images, they could see the currency from the wrecked ship slowly falling toward the trucks.

Watts pushed another button to forward the video passed all the unnecessary loadings. He stopped when the video started showing the currency losing its equilibrium and started falling recklessly on the ground around the remaining trucks and into the dirt. Bane and Ward walked closer to the screen studying the situation.

“What the hell happened?” Bane asked keeping his attention on the screen.

“They were attacked,” Captain Watts replied. “It happened just as I described over the radio transmission.” Watts pushed another button bringing one particular video to the front of the others on the full screen. He paused the video, stepping down from his chair and walking to the monitor. He took a laser pointer from his shirt pocket and pointed to a certain spot on the screen. Everyone watched as Watts pointed to what disturbed him on the screen.

“Youll notice movement far off in the distance,” he started again nodding to one of his technicians to start the video from their station. The technician pushed a series of buttons on his panel before him. On the monitor, a small Square appeared where Watts had his laser pointer aimed. The technician could be heard pushing keys on his computer frantically.

The square blew up to the size of the screen eliminating the rest of the picture. Watts walked back to his seat sitting down.

Bane couldn't see anything clearly. Water was all that he saw. The picture became visible and the captain pushed a button on his console for the video to play.

In the beginning, all they could see was water clashing in all directions as if it had no guidance. Bane felt as if his eyes were playing tricks on him. He felt Ward trying to make eye contact with him. To anyone, they would see the figures outlined in water detail. A video wouldn't produce a picture of a drifter unless underwater or a heavy rain shower.

The image showed two figures attacking Bousha. Bane studied them intently waiting for something if anything to happen that would be in his favor. He’d never seen them before. He felt that if he were out there drifting with Bousha, he would be able to tell what was actually attacking his subordinate. Right now all he could see is water clashing in a frenzy. Bubbles were created in the midst of all the fighting causing everything to look fuzzy.

Bane turned to Toronto and Bailey as they both shook their heads. They had no idea what tribe these beasts came from either and felt that they've seen them all. Or so they thought.

One of the figures looked like a lion and a dragon mixed, while the other, A lizard mixed with some sort of cat. This is all they could gather from the waterworks show. Everyone else may have seen something different.

Frank was confused. He looked toward Captain Watts, “Where was Narcious?” he asked puzzled.

“Protecting Anathema,” he said flatly. “ She had to concentrate on the bubble. Captain watts pushed another button and the view changed to another camera on the ship. Nothing could be seen but dirt stirring on the screen. “It stayed like this the entire time. We don't know how many were actually there, but Anathema counted four.

Bane closed his eyes thinking for a moment. When he finally opened them he said, “good job captain,” and left the main deck. Toronto, Frank, and Bailey followed close behind.

Once they were in the corridor, walking toward the medical station Bailey asked Bane, “you recognize any of them?” Bane shook his head.

“Pirates,” Toronto said not asking but stating. Bane nodded in agreement as to which Toronto said it again with more emphasis, “damn pirates.”