Jack couldn't help but smirk at Eliza's question. It always amused him to hear about Americans idolizing the UK, and although he felt neutral about it, Olivia idolized the US. She did her Master's at the coasts of California, and although Jack stuck around at the homeland, the long distance relationship gave him the courage to ask her for her hand in marriage. It was part of the reason why he preferred traveling to the Caribbean rather than the coasts of Italy or Greece, but it was more of a coincidence, really.
"That's part of it," he said as a nod over to Moira. "But it was mostly my wife. We wanted some time off from the kids, and for some reason she loves your country."
The words hung in the air as he was once again reminded that he was unable to find Olivia, but that only gave him hope that she was still alive.
For a moment Jack was reminded when he thought maybe, instead of a cruise, they should instead fly to San Francisco and rent a car to drive down the entirety of Highway 1, stopping at every point imaginable. But a cruise was easier and required less planning. It was an easy decision.
And a deadly one.
He didn't want to think about this anymore.
"You said you found a first aid kit, right?" he blurted out, glancing at everyone and noticing that everyone sustained some injuries that they powered through. He still had some glass shards stuck on his leg, although it has been so long, the blood dried around it and he no longer felt the pain. "Let's bandage any wound we might have."
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