Chapter 2 My Faithful Friend.My name is Jack, better known to all and sundry as Jack the Rat, with another enthralling tale of my lusty adventures. I ...m a sea salt with years of experience of the high seas and the lowlifes that populate it. I have been at sea so long that when ashore I have problems walking a straight mile, especially with a yard of me faithful ale aboard. Me dad was a second mate on board an old tramp steamer, and when me ma passed away, me dad took me into the service and. Sometimes we need the guidance of others to help us along the way. Usually, the guidance of those who love us.” “But how do you help those who have made a decision because of a tragic event that took place in their lives? How do you help those who think they have made the right decision, and it is not? How do you help those who are persistent in what they do? Some people push others away because they don’t want the help. Should you stay persistent and try to help them, or do you decide to give. Those blue tiles among all the whites add to it. And they are almost finished, now. Impressive." Yes, they are good, aren't they? You were not afraid to leave me alone with those three guys?" No. Not really. I only hoped that you'd wait until I was there, too, if you were up to something."She punched my shoulder and laughed. "You naughty you. You would, wouldn't you?" I might. Might you?" Now you're really naughty. To tell you the truth, it never crossed my mind until you mentioned it. But yes,. As he slipped into a conferenceroom I stood there, all alone, and feeling as if every eye in the placewas on me. My instinct was to move since a moving target is harder tohit, and walked down the hall. Most doors were open, and I could seeinside. As I meandered along I was consciously aware of how I walked,moved my arms and so on, and was extra careful. In my zeal to remainanonymous, I never saw her when she walked up and touched my arm.Turning, I saw a classmate. Janet stood there, her eyes as.